#tamaki kotatsu x black reader

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╭﹐❣︎﹕ Making You / Them Flustered ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖱𝖠 𝖪. 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖮. 𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖪. 𝖵𝖴𝖫𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖩. 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖬𝖮𝖬 𝖡.

cw/tw. kissing, flirting, teasing

an. s𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗋𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈 🙁 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 🥰 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌， 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 🧍🏽‍♀️ 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖶𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 😈

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖱𝖠 𝖪𝖴𝖲𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖡𝖤

Pulling you by your pant loops & Teasing

Motherfucker was so sly with it.

He loved teasing the hell out of you, he turned 18 and then all of sudden he’s grown so bold. He used to be so shy around you, always blushing and stuttering and now since he turned 18 basically a young adult he’s grown out of that and decided to make you his target!

Like anytime you guys would be training one on one he would pull out that stunt to catch you off guard. One time during training he had that dirty smirk on his face as he led his hand to hook his index finger around your loop tugging you close to him with his head leaned down to your level feeling his nose brush up against yours, his breath hitting your lips making you flustered. It was a dirty move but he didn’t give a flying fuck, to make things worse he was shirtless during the whole thing due to it being extremely hot outside since the ac wasn’t working inside and like i said before he turned 18 and didn’t know how to act. He teased you mentally every single fucking time, when he seen you would get distracted he would use that as an advantage to take you out making you fall onto the floor.

He was such a dickhead but honestly you loved the little move he would also do on you. You both were currently outside with the rest of the team as you stood next to him playing with your flames as you made tiny sparks as he sat on the bench next to you man spreading watching everyone do their own thing. Maki, Iris and Tamaki bugging Hibana into showing them her flowers, the Captain and Lieutenant talking to each other about the past mission you guys went on and Vulcan working on his little robot? Machine thing? I don’t even know but you were caught up with playing with your flames. You didn’t realize a certain someone’s fingertips were trailing around your waist till you felt them hook around your pants loop making you face his direction. You slightly flinched from the sudden tug but relaxed knowing it was only Shinra’s ass who would do this in literal public having no shame.

You looked down to make eye contact with his red eyes, as his hands moved up to your waist holding you close to him in between his legs, looking up to look into your eyes. “Hi.” He said, you smiled rolling your eyes knowing what he was up to with that grin on his face. “It’s too early for your tricks Shin.” He hummed with a raised brow, “What do you mean? I’m only touching my lovely girlfriend.” He tried to state innocently but the way his hands were moving down your back making their way to your ass told you otherwise, “In other ways..” He mumbled but you heard it scoffing to yourself but jumped feeling his hands grip your ass. “Shinra!” You silently yelled pulling his hands back up to your waist hearing him chuckle in response seeing you slowly become flustered bringing your hands up to your face, you groaned into your hands in embarrassment hoping and praying no one saw him do that. “You’re such a dick.” You muffled into your hands hearing him chuckle in response. “I hate you so much” You said, finally taking your hands out of your face to look at him who only had a cheeky smile planted on his face.

“I had to get you back one way or another.” He shrugged, you looked at him in disbelief. “You’re still on about that? Shinny i said I was sorry.” He shrugged in response, “I know, still wanted to get you back though.” You huffed stepping back feeling that flushed feeling come only for you to get pulled back by your loop with his index finger still hooked around it as he was now standing up very close to your face with a grin on his face, darting his lazy eyes towards lips and back up to your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re getting embarrassed now?” He questioned with that teasing tone in his voice, you groaned. “What if I am? And how could i not be when you’re practically doing this in public..not to mention in front of the team!” You mumbled, honestly Shinra only does this stuff in public to see you flustered and all embarrassed. It was cute seeing you like that and plus he had to get you back from last time you made him flustered in front of everyone.

He’s only returning the favor.

“Like i said baby, only returning the favor.” He whispered leaning in to close the gap between you both. The kiss didn’t even make it to 5 seconds before Arthur yelled out interrupting the moment. “Captainnn (Y/N) and Shinra are doing gross stuuuff.” You instantly pulled away hearing his loud ass voice interrupt, “Shut up Arthur we were not!” You snarled as he shrugged with an unserious face. From afar Captain Obi looked at you two shaking his head with a sigh as Lieutenant Hinawa had his gun out ready to shoot you both scaring the two of you as you both back up, hearing him mumble. “Talk about getting caught..”

“Shut up.”

𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖮𝖹𝖤

Rubbing/ Grabbing your hips & Soft kisses

She was smooth with it to be honest.

Anytime she would walk past you she would always grab you by your waist to move over a bit so she could walk past or whenever you’re not paying attention to her she uses that as an advantage to steal kisses from you. Half the time she’ll do it on purpose to see your reaction, like one time was during training when you two had to improve your techniques for missions to get stronger and when you were doing your own thing TRYING to focus she would distract you hella! Would also grab you by your waist from behind with those warm fingertips trailing and rubbing small circles on your soft skin only for a minute later throwing you onto the floor. You would say it was a dick move (it was.) but at the same time you wouldn’t, Maki was such a tease just like Shinra but she’s not the one to do it in public, she’s more of a private person with her love life but if it is in public it’s only you two alone together.

Now It was currently 11:30 at night, you and the rest of the crew just got back from an extremely long mission with company 2 tiring all of you which sent you all to your rooms exchanging good nights to one another heading off to bed. Shinra and Arthur went to their rooms arguing as always down the hallway where their room was, Tamaki and Iris going to their rooms, Vulcan and Viktor, Captain and the Lieutenant then lastly you and Maki. When you both got to your shared room you were quick to strip off your uniform, throwing it somewhere in the room changing into something more comfortable grabbing your black bonnet, stuffing all your braids into it before laying in the comfortable sheets. You sighed in relief to finally lay on something soft linstead of something hard and warmth hitting your body, closing your eyes with no hesitation letting the relaxation calm your soreness, Maki chuckled as she was already changed into her pjs getting in the bed with you.

Maki moved her hands under the cover to find where your hips were to pull you towards her chest feeling her warmth hit your body as her hands are still on your waist softly rubbing them knowing it comforts you and is sore down there. You cuddled more into her chest opening your eyes to be met with purple ones staring down at you, “That feels good.” You tiredly mumbled watching a small smile form on her lips, “I bet it does.” She responded back, not even a second after saying that she leaned down to take your lips with hers softly moving her mouth along yours as you sighed into the kiss, kissing her back. You slightly giggled feeling her fingertips trail circles on your hips as she pulled away, pecking your cheek, down to your neck giving them small pecks, “Maki that tickles.” You said feeling her smile on your neck.

She trailed her kisses back up to your face, kissing your lips one last time before actually pulling away with that lovesick smile of hers. “I love you.” She whispered, you playfully rolled your eyes, “I love you too, now close your eyes and go to sleep.” You stated as Maki huffed, “So bossy.” She teased, you again rolled your eyes, “Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight baby.”

𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖪𝖮𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖲𝖴

Patting her head & Reassurance

You have to admit Tamaki was like a cat, I mean are you surprised? Her abilities are cat like, flaming ears and two flaming tails. You do admit when it was your first time seeing her abilities you thought she was a furry at first but she isn’t after many times of her hitting you and yelling at you for thinking that, one thing about Tamaki is that she will let people know that you are hers and she is yours. She’s like one of those protective/ possessive girlfriends that get defensive when it comes to their partner just like how a cat would do with its owner, sometimes you would have to calm her down and give her that reassurance that she needs which leads to being flushed and red as a tomato because of the way you put your words together and that embarrassment feeling of getting scolded by you.

Just like right now you had to pull her away from Shinra who looked like she wanted to murder him for what she saw, it was an accident but you could see why she was mad the scene was out of context. You and Shinra were outside since he asked you for help with his Adolla Burst, you of course agreed to it agreeing he needed more strength with his flames. So you both started to train, you guys were sparing with him coming at you with all he had as you gave him tips as you were blocking his attacks, the fight was going according to plan before some odd reason his flames got faster which ended up Shinra knocking you both on the ground with him on top of you and you below him with his hands pinned to the dirt ground placed on the side of your head. He looked down at you with widened eyes, “Are you okay (Y/N)?! I’m sorry i don’t know how i did that, are you hurt anywhere?” He asked concerned, you softly groaned shaking your head, “It’s fine Shin and no i’m not hurt anywhere.” You answered, Shinra sighed in relief as he was about to answer only to get cut off by a loud thud, you tilted your head up as shinra looked where that thud was to see Tamaki with red ears and her flame ears on top of her head, “Oh shit.”

Which led to now! Tamaki on your shoulders as you parted her from Shinra who had a red handprint on his cheek rubbing the pain with a pained face. When you got inside to a place where it’s just you both you set her down on her feet, as she stood there with her arms crossed and flame ears still active. “Tamaki you didn’t have to slap him that hard.” You huffed as she rolled her eyes, “He shouldn’t have had my girlfriend pinned underneath him!” She snarled as a sigh left your lips, “Listen baby, it was an accident ok? Me and Shinra were just training to help his flames get faster and stronger, for some reason his flames had gone 2x the speed from before which lead him to knocking us both to the ground. I would never do such a thing to you and you know that, same with Shinra ''You reasoned, Tamaki still looked at you with an angry face with her flame ears still flaring into the air looking away from you. You softly sighed, bringing your hands tilting her face towards your way with two fingers below her chin tilting her up a bit to make eye contact with you, “I’ll look you into your eyes and tell you the truth. Remember the day when I said that? Trust me when i say it was an honest accident, Shinra respects our relationship he would never do anything to ruin that.” Once hearing your words she felt herself slowly start to calm down seeing her ears go out and face going back to her color before it got covered with a pink blush,

“I’m so sorry..I overreacted about it..” She mumbled, you only smiled patting her head. “It’s okay my love, the whole situation was out of context.” You said with a small smile, she really doesn’t deserve you. You were gentle with her and calm and loving…it made her get emotional a little bit. Her eyes started to slightly water as she pounced her way into your chest letting the tears fall and soak through your shit feeling her grip the white tee as you softly sighed, rubbing her back up and down. “I r-really don’t deserve you..” She sniffles with a choked up voice, softly chuckling leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“You do deserve me, fate brought us together and I'm forever grateful.”

(That was so corny I apologize .)

𝖵𝖴𝖫𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖩𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖯𝖧

Smiling through kisses & Neck kisses

Word to my grave.

He was such an ASSHOLE.

Like he does this on purpose to get under your skin to see you become a shyness mess! Like you guys could be having a nice date night you know? Laughs, jokes and giggles being heard and told till suddenly he wants to be a little jokester and get immediate with you. Moving his hand to be placed on your hips pulling you closer to his muscular warm body, placing his other hand to be on your jaw then pulling you in to connect his lips with yours savoring that sweetness that came off you. Smiling through the kiss as he pulled back pecking them a few more times before moving down towards your neck, pecking that soft skin earning giggles and butterflies starting to form.

He would always do that and you hated how it would always work.

Now it was 12:30 in the afternoon and you had gotten done early with your training going to the kitchen to fix the team some lunch since you guys had skipped breakfast. You were almost done though, only thing you were waiting on was the rice to be cooked when you were waiting for that you were sitting on top of the counter top swiping through your phone checking your socials or what not, you knew if the Lieutenant walked in seeing you on top of the counter you would be getting punished for the rest of the week but it was only for a few minutes till the rice was done so you would be okay. You hummed a little time to yourself as you swiped and swiped till suddenly you felt a presence go between your legs and warm hands going to your waist shooting your stare to look into red ones. “Well hello to you too Vulcan.” You smiled, “Watcha up to?” He asked, you shrugged placing your phone on the counter as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Fixing up some lunch for the crew.” You mumbled as you heard him hum in response. “Mm..well if you’re waiting on something to be done that means you got a few minutes right?” You raised a brow with a suspicious look, slowly nodding your head you watched him grin.

“Perfect.” He whispered, before leaning in to take your lips with his as you groaned into the kiss knowing he was gonna do something like this. In response he smiled through the kiss moving his mouth against yours as his hands on your hips moved down towards your thigh laying on top of it, you hummed into the kiss as you gripped the back of his neck indicating you needed to breathe. He got the hint and pulled back trailing his mouth towards your neck giving them light pecks, “Should’ve known you would do something like this.” You sighed relaxing more into his touch as he chuckled with that same grin on his mouth,

Few more seconds Vulcan pulled back trailing them back to hover over your mouth with a smirk averting his eyes towards your lips and eyes, “You love it though, yeah?” He questioned, by how embarrassed you are right now to admit it he was right, his kisses always made you soft and shy. He was so gentle with you it made your heart flutter. You nodded your head slowly being your hand to be on his cheek, “Yeah..” You whispered back leaning in to take his lips with yours again before- “Something smells good in he- OH MY GOD.” A voice yelled startling you both to look who it was and it was Shinra looking at you both with widened eyes and a blush on his face, “Everything alright Shin- oh.” Captain Obi started but stopped seeing why Shinra yelled, you were on the kitchen counter with Vulcan in between your legs and hands on your thighs.

Talk about getting caught .

The embarrassment went above the limit as you felt a hot feeling going through your body as you hid your face in your hands. You now remembered the training session ended earlier today than usual and since you were making lunch the smell of the food stunk up the hallways obviously catching their attentions when they came back inside. “Uhm..well this is awkward.” Captain Obi stated clearing his throat, before you could even do a thing you heard a gun go off and a bullet hitting you right in your side, “Ow! What the fuck?!” You snarled looking up but changed once seeing who it was, Lieutenant Hinwa with the gun pointed towards you with a stern look, “No sitting on top of the counter.” He said clearly shooting another bullet and this time hit you in your arm, “Ouch! Ok ok! I’m getting off.” You groaned jumping off the counter as you rubbed your arm in pain hearing Vulcan snicker beside you. “Somethin funny?” You asked turning your way towards your boyfriend with a glare who instantly shook his head throwing is hands in the air. “No ma’am.”

“So mean..” You heard him mumbled rolling your eyes in response. “Uh..anyways. Finish up in here and we’ll set up the table, come on Shinra!” He yelled catching Shinras attention away from your thighs with a huge blush on his face as he followed the captain like a lost puppy. “Also (Y/N), you’re on  bathroom duty for a week.” Your eyes widened as you through your hands in the up, “Wha-!” He gave you that look the look that tells you to shut the fuck up and do it, you groaned crossing your arms. “Ugh fine.” He walked away with a satisfied nod as Vulcan walked up to you placing his arms around your shoulders, “Damn baby, good luck cleaning the bathrooms for a week.” He laughed,

“I hate you so fucking much.”

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖬𝖮𝖭 𝖡𝖤𝖭𝖨𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖴

Touching your stomach & Watching you sleep

Everyone knew how non social Benimaru was.

They were surprised when they found out he had a literal wife! You and Benimaru have been married for 6-7 years? Maybe even more but it was shocking when they saw you for the first time in the village. Beni was known for caring for himself and protecting others but never known for the one to be in a relationship! But you proved them wrong (obviously), even being married to Beni for years and ongoing years he’s never failed to make you feel that first feeling when you guys started dating, all shy and a lovesick girl. He wasn’t known for being affectionate but when he does become affectionate it’s either when you guys are in bed together or when he just wants to hold you.

In the night of Asakusa you were laid in your guys shared bed as you were cuddled in the bed sheets with a cold empty spot next to you. Huffing you turned to where Beni was supposed to be but was met with a still made up side sighing as you turned back around facing the white walls that covered the room closing your eyes to try and sleep. As the time passed by, you heard a loud thud behind the closed door hearing it open and close, hard footsteps echoing through the room and a figure getting under the blankets on his correct side of the bed. You quickly closed your eye’s pretending to be sleep as you felt warm hands crawl their way towards your waist pulling you close to his body back against his chest and his hands now on-top of your stomach softly rubbing it,

“Are you sleeping?.” His voice echoed, you stayed silent. You were kinda still mad at him for leaving you hanging like this in a cold bed but started to feel bad hearing him let out a sigh believing you were fast sleep. Letting that feeling win over and sink in you turned around to face his half lidded red eyes that carried many emotions behind them as they gazed into your (E/C) ones. “Hi.” You whispered softly watching a small smile form on his lips, “Hello sweetheart, why’re you still up?” He shrugged in response, tracing your fingers along his clothed chest, “Was waiting for you.” Benimaru nodded his head slightly moving his head toward the crook of your neck inhaling your comforting scent, sighing, “I’m sorry, i didn’t expect to be out so late tonight but those company 8 brats kept bothering me into training them.” You chuckled softly running your hands through his black locks, “Shinra and Arthur? I’m pretty sure they just wanna get stronger love. I mean you’re one of the best Captains on the fire force, who wouldn’t want your help?” You mumbled continuing to play with his hair feeling him huff into your neck.

“Yeah yeah..” From the sound of his breathes getting shallow you knew he was gonna be knocked out like a light, few more minutes you were proved correct he had fallen asleep hearing soft snored leave his mouth making you smile leaning down kissing the top of his forehead,

“Rest well my love.”

(I now realize Beni is 22 years old and i thought bro was 29 🌚 , im too lazy to change it so pretend bro is in his late 20’s)

[host-club-hq]

Indeed: ~And So, Kyoya Met Her!~

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: and so we learn just how y/n l/n ended up working for the infamous host club, with the addition of how you and kyoya definitely could have worked things out differently. but, you know kyoya; when are things ever going to be easy?

➼ word count: 10.9k

➼ what to expect: "Do you remember that club I mentioned to you a few days ago? The one my friend and I are starting?"

➼ warnings: angst

➼ chapter navigation

➼ talk to my characters!

"Welcome to the Host Club!"

The Host Club is now open for... business?

The guests linger around, confused as to why there are short, blanket-draped tables with cups of tea and baskets of tangerines.

"What are these things all over the room?"

"Are they furniture?"

"If my memory serves me correctly, they're called kotatsu."

"Oh! I wondered what those looked like. I've never seen one before."

"Neither have I!"

Tamaki stands proudly in the middle of the room with his arms folded behind his back. "Indeed, it is a kotatsu. Normally, they're only used in the winter. It may be a little early in the season for one of these but I figured it was perfect for you ladies." He beams.

"After all, you're always one step ahead of the crowd, aren't you?" He winks charmingly. "Now, my darlings, I hope you will enjoy today's homestyle kotatsu service, presented by our host club."

You grumble as you come forth with your fifth tray of empty cups, begrudgingly moving to refill them. You make a pit stop at Kyoya.

"These traditional cups are so shallow, this is my fifth trip." You huff tiredly, slouching exaggeratedly. Haruhi grins at you.

"Sorry, Senpai." She sympathizes with your experience, although you wave her off playfully.

"No worries. If someone would relieve me of my debt and let me become a host then I wouldn't have anything to worry about... now, would I?" You bat your eyelashes exaggeratedly up at Kyoya as he scribbles diligently in his little black notebook.

"No." His monotone voice is as present as ever, with not even a hint of politeness in the form of undertone. You frown and pout unconvincingly. "Well, can't keep the ladies waiting. I'm off to fetch more tea." You sigh as you saunter on towards the tea pots, hot and ready to be poured.

Haruhi watches your back as you go, contemplating. She voices her thoughts to Kyoya, still writing beside her. "I'm still confused about something." She begins.

"Go on." Kyoya urges, not sparing her a glance from what ever it is he writes all damn day.

"Why won't either of you tell us what this elusive debt is all about?" Haruhi is blunt with her accusation, resulting in Kyoya gazing down at her, his pen coming to a halt.

"It's not elusive. It's just none of anyone else's business." Kyoya shrugs casually. "Well, why's it so important that it has to be kept secret from everyone else?" Haruhi pushes further.

"It's not important."

"Then why is it a secret?" Haruhi interjects. Kyoya sighs and adjusts his glasses.

"I'm y/n's partner, I respect her privacy as much as I respect the rest of the club's confidentiality." Kyoya explains.

Haruhi huffs frustratedly. "If you're her partner, why are you holding her to a debt?" Her eyebrows furrow.

Kyoya smiles fondly at Haruhi's detective-like inquiries. He ought to reveal the truth at some point, and Haruhi's questions have gotten more invasive. He smirks.

"You know... there's a reason y/n and I compliment each other so well."

"Huh?"

Kyoya shuts his black notebook swiftly with a loud, snap!

Back then, the third son of the Ootori family was about to begin his final spring in middle school.

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And So, Kyoya Met Her

Kyoya straightens his suit blazer and adjusts his tie tucked neatly inside. He scans over his reflection in the mirror and nods subtly to himself. His appearance is more than acceptable, but that's the least of his worries.

His father is hosting a party for many of his close friends and colleagues, hoping for Kyoya to meet some of the children his age, who will also begin their final spring in middle school, most of them at Ouran Academy. It's Kyoya's opportunity to make lasting friends that will benefit his father and his business ordeals.

"Kyoya? Are you almost ready?" Fuyumi peaks around the doorway to Kyoya's bathroom and finds him standing in front of the mirror, lost in thought. He turns to acknowledge her, coming back to reality.

"Yes, I just can't find my-"

"Glasses?" Fuyumi wiggles Kyoya's folded pair of glasses in her hand with a cheeky smile. "You left them on your night stand. I saw them when I walked in." Fuyumi strides forward and unfolds his glasses, shoving them carefully up the bridge of Kyoya's nose.

"Fuyumi... I can put my glasses on just fine." Kyoya grumbles as he straightens them. Fuyumi coos.

"I know, but you're my baby brother. I have to look after you. Now, come, father's waiting for us." Fuyumi takes Kyoya's hand and leads him out of his room.

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Guests have begun to arrive, most punctual, some a few minutes late, but not noticeably. Kyoya stands motionless beside his two brothers as Fuyumi, his mother, and father socialize and welcome the guests.

Kyoya notices that most of the guests don't have children, but the few that do have sons. The sons are mostly his age, by the looks of it, but some are older, some are younger, but none are younger by more than a year. A party like this wouldn't be an appropriate place to bring someone of that age.

Glancing around aimlessly, Kyoya catches sight of a well refined man arriving with a girl on his arm. It's not his wife, clearly; she looks just younger than Kyoya himself.

What he didn't know was that he's just spotted you and your father for the first time. Your expression is emotionless, save for the occasional smile given when greeting another man of power.

Kyoya's brows furrow- you seem to be the only daughter of a successful man at the event. Or, which is more probable, none of them have bothered to bring anyone but their sons.

Your father drags you along as Kyoya stands motionless beside his brothers. Closer and closer, your father tugs you with him and finally reaches Mr. Ootori.

This is where he releases you and ushers for you to mingle by yourself. A small group of boys has gathered near the refreshment table. Kyoya can easily detect the distain in your eyes when your father gestures over to them vaguely.

Time passes, and Kyoya's brothers break away from their stiff formation. Kyoya takes this as his cue to break away as well and mingle the best he can.

He's lost sight of you. You must be socializing somewhere-

Oh, there you are. Standing in the corner and observing the guests critically with a shallow glass of punch in your hand. So far, he hasn't seen you talk to anyone that your father hasn't introduced you to.

Your father seems like one of the particularly successful guests attending this soiree. Kyoya assumes that you're someone he would want to get acquainted with.

Although the thought of fraternizing with girls was utterly unappealing to him... he could bare with it for the sake of his reputation.

"Excuse me."

You turn at the disembodied voice and find the body it belongs to. A young, stunningly handsome boy that seems to be just about your age. You're nearly at a loss for words, but your father has taught you better.

"Yes?" You raise a brow curiously.

Okay, maybe he hasn't. At least he's tried.

"Interesting to find someone over here. I'm Ootori, Kyoya." Kyoya bows deeply, glancing up at you when he notices your silence.

You mentally shrug and offer him a stunning smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ootori. I'm l/n, y/n of l/n Automobile Manufacturers and Management. I'm sure you've heard of us, right?"

Something... about your smile. It catches Kyoya off guard. So much so that he doesn't notice your outstretched hand. He quickly recovers and shakes your hand gently.

"I have, indeed, l/n." Kyoya nods.

"I'm sure you'll want to meet my father... he's around somewhere." You begin searching among the crowd of men who all seem to look the same to you. You're very aware of the reason Kyoya's introduced himself to you.

"There'll be no need for that." But, yes, eventually, that's what he's after.

"Suit yourself." You shrug, sipping on your punch and crossing an arm over your body.

"You mustn't attend Ouran Academy- I've never seen you before." Kyoya pries, keeping his hands formally clasped behind his back.

"No, I'm going to Lobelia Girls' Academy." You shake your head, catching his eye for a moment.

"I've heard great things about Lobelia."

"Oh, yes, it's wonderful." You nod, searching for your father in the mess of businessmen.

Kyoya notices that you seem awfully mature for your age. To be fair, he is as well. He just never thought he would meet a mind like his in middle school. Your father looked stern enough- Kyoya guesses it's only to be expected.

"Want to take me on a tour, Ootori?" You set your drink down beside the punch bowl and turn to Kyoya expectantly. You've become thoroughly bored watching old men congregate amongst themselves.

"Oh, I really couldn't, I have to stay-!"

"Come on." You take him by the wrist with both hands and yank him down a nearby corridor. Kyoya nearly yells from the force of your tug, having no choice other than to stumble along behind you.

Kyoya groans, exasperated already... this is going to be a long party.

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You spin on the balls of your feet, your silhouette against the window framing the beautiful sunset casting shadows in your mansion of a house. One of the advantages of your house being nearly empty- the acoustics are magnificent.

In the silence, beautiful classical music rings throughout the entire living room. Specifically, Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy- one of your favorites.

There's just something about the piano that makes your heart sway in tune. You dream of playing piano just as well, even just a little bit of talent that these composers and musicians possess. You'll never understand how they do it.

You would think that for music to be your passion, you would have to know how to play at least a few bars. But, it isn't all music that you favor. Just simple, classical, beautiful pieces like this are all you need to keep going.

Your twists and turns on the tips of your toes are in no way methodical, calculated, or even talented, to say the least. Of course, with your financial prowess, formal dance or ballet training could have easily been under your belt in the matter of months, maybe a year. But, you've never had any desire to have a professional tell you what to do. You'd rather just move according to your heart and your soul. This way, you can absorb the music like you're one with the piece, the tinkling of the ivory keys over your record player.

Any onlooker from below gazing into the window could easily mistake you for a ballet dancer. Your arms bend and straighten to the pattern of the music, your legs bending in turn with each twirl. You've taught yourself a few tips and tricks, only enough to stay on balance.

You like to do this when stressed. When you're alone, which is often, you can practically do whatever you want. You close your eyes and get lost in the beautiful pieces of music that you have stashed away on records. It gives it such a charming, vintage sound.

A grin overtakes your features, your arms flourishing above your head with another twirl, your bare feet against the wooden floor feels divine. A novel lies discarded on the nearby sofa, upside-down so as to keep your page.

But what you fail to acknowledge is the presence watching you. Nothing malicious, nothing wicked. Just... observing. Observing the way you move with pure grace, although you lack formal training.

Your father crosses his arms and leans against a nearby wall. His smile is faint and soft. There are moments like these where you remind him the most of your mother. Your beauty and grace truly astound him, just like your mother's had.

He's well aware of the fact that he's not the father of your dreams- nor does he believe he ever will be. He knows there's no excuse for his constant behavior... his constant harassment, and he feels deep-seated, profound guilt for the way he treats you as a daughter.

But with your mother gone, and you being a constant reminder of her untimely fate... he can't seem to quite hold himself together when you need him.

But that's simply not your fault. And this news probably isn't going to make it much better.

Your father sighs deeply, but quietly. He decides it's time to make his presence know, clearing his throat in the silence.

You gasp mid-turn, nearly stumbling over your own feet. You rush to your record player in the corner of the room, lifting the needle off the vinyl, straightening your posture.

"Sorry..." You toe at the ground, head hung in hopes to avoid eye contact.

"Don't be sorry, y/n. I just have something I need to tell you."

You lift your head at that, nodding. You lift the vinyl record off of the record player and slide it into its respective case before turning to face your father again.

"I've asked Ouran Academy to provide me with a list of students..." He produces an extensive list from his coat pocket and unfolds it, adjusting his reading glasses.

You furrow your brows- what on earth could he want with a student list from Ouran Academy?

"And... I've been thinking... ever since I saw you interacting with the youngest Ootori boy at that gala the other night."

You nod as your father looks to you for clarification, "Did you know he goes to Ouran Academy?" He asks.

"Yes, sir. He mentioned it." You nod your head, eyes mulling about the room as your father continues to read over the list.

"There are a lot of names that I recognize on this list..."

You chew your lip thoughtfully, eyes darting back and forth between the impressionist paintings decorating the walls of your living room.

"I think our name ought to be among them."

That in particular catches your attention, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean you'll be transferred there. The paperwork is mostly completed... I'll just have to bring you by the school to finish the rest."

"But, father... I'm already in Lobelia..." You're thoroughly confused- had he forgotten that you're perfectly content where you are?

"I know, y/n. But there aren't any sons of major industries attending Lobelia, now are there?"

"No, not exactly... It is a girl's school after all, father-"

"That's why I want you at Ouran. I think you'll make wonderful, lasting friends with the students there." Your father clarifies.

You scoff, "I like Lobelia, father, that's why I wanted to attend in the first place. It's a perfectly prestigious girl's school that-"

"It's perfectly prestigious alright... I just want you making connections at Ouran, that's all."

"You want me to go to school for you? And in uniforms like that?" You groan childishly, suddenly a vision of you in that dull brown uniform that the students in middle school wear... and, if this continues, which you're sure it will, in that pale yellow monstrosity of a high school uniform.

"You'll be transferred in a few days, no less. You will go to this school and you will make friends with the students there. Do I make myself clear?"

His tone isn't necessarily intimidating... but it's quite demanding. You nod politely.

"Yes, father."

"Good. Now, if you need me, I'll be in my study. See to it that I'm not disturbed unless it's a necessity."

"Yes, father."

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The dinner table in the Ootori family dinning room is often quiet and uneventful. After a particularly deep conversation with his sister, Fuyumi, Kyoya is deep in thought about his brothers and father, and his position in the family.

His oldest brother has already graduated from medical school and is in training at the same hospital as his father as his successor. His second brother is still in medical school and is planning to get an MBA after he graduated so he can support their older brother.

And then there was Kyoya... the third son.

"Kyoya."

Kyoya's father calls him out of his daydream as he blindly reaches for a slice of bread from the middle of the table. Kyoya acknowledges him immediately.

"Today is the day that l/n's daughter is going to be transferring into your class, right? We've done business with the l/n company for many years now and we have a wonderful relationship with them. But competition is still a possibility, so I've been thinking. Your befriending young l/n would be in our family's best interest."

Kyoya listens intently as his father speaks to him.

"Although she's not l/n's son... she is his only child, therefore his successor, and he continually assures me that her potential is promising. But whatever you do, Kyoya, don't forget: always keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

Kyoya nods, "Yes, sir. I remember." He assures.

"Staying at the head of the class isn't enough. Both of your brothers did the same when they were in school. I'm sure you're aware that it will take more than that to satisfy me. I'm counting on you, Kyoya."

Again, Kyoya nods, "Yes, sir. I know that."

He's confident that he has the ability to see through other people's facades but that they'll never see through his own. It doesn't matter what this you might be like- making friends with you would be easy. He would do anything his father wants.

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Kyoya scrolls through downloaded documents and any minuscule articles that he can find.

"y/n l/n..." He opens a file containing your Lobelia school photo.

"Her mother died a few years after she was born due to some unknown sickness... and her father never remarried or had any other children."

He stares into your emotionless eyes through his computer monitor. There isn't even a trace of a smile on your face in this photo, but the photos taken for interviews for articles seem to have a little more emotion to them.

"Since he has no son... the only daughter becomes the heir to l/n Automobiles and Company overnight."

Kyoya's brows furrow as he scrolls through more photos of you. He can't even describe how much he envies only children- especially those who don't even show any interest in becoming the heir... yet they will regardless.

Kyoya sighs, folding his arms behind his head and falling back onto his mattress, "Well, isn't she a lucky girl?"

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"Class representative, vice representative, please come this way."

"Allow me to introduce you to our new student, y/n l/n."

Kyoya's eyes fall on your frame as you bow to them each in your Ouran middle school girl's uniform. It's clear to see that you're far too uncomfortable, but you smile brightly nonetheless.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you." You beam. Kyoya sighs internally, his expression falling to unamused.

"This is class representative Kyoya Ootori and vice representative Ayame Jonouchi."

Kyoya becomes quite distracted by your demeanor- it's quite different from that of the party. You're so much more friendly and polite toward Ayame than you were greeting him at the party... he can only decide for himself which side of you is the facade.

And, surprisingly, he's having difficulty making a choice.

"Nice to meet you, Ootori." When he looks up again, you're extending your hand for him to shake.

Kyoya raises a brow. The two of you have met before at his parents' party. Why are you acting like this is the first time you've met?

He quickly remembers his father's requests- he wants Kyoya to befriend you. And that he will do.

He smiles politely, "The pleasure is all mine. You know, if you'd like, I can take you on a tour of the school." He offers.

You offer him a small smile in return, "That would be lovely. Thank you."

Kyoya notices your had still outstretched, so he takes it and shakes it once. It feels like several minutes pass before the both of your hands return to your sides.

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"Up ahead of us is the west school building, all special classrooms are on the other side."

"This is really a beautiful school." You marvel, head angled upward and staring in wonder at the extensive courtyard ahead.

"I hope it's as much to your liking as Lobelia Academy was."

You feel a twang in your chest and you laugh nervously, "Yeah... I'm sorry about that. I didn't think you'd remember me from the party, so I thought it to be best to start from scratch." You shrug.

"That's perfectly understandable, but I assure you that I remember you." Kyoya assures politely.

"That's good to know." You smile brightly.

"I heard that you and your father move around quite frequently, have you been in Japan long?"

"Not long at all. I've only been here since I started middle school at Lobelia. I'm quite new to the culture." You stride along beside Kyoya with your arms folded behind your back, posture perfectly straight.

"If you'd like, I can help you get accustomed." Kyoya offers with a polite closed-eye smile.

You know exactly what he's doing. Being of your reputable power and financial status, you're no stranger to having friends that stick around for who your father is. Nonetheless, you nod.

"That would be wonderful." But what he doesn't know is that you're here for one reason and one reason only- to make friends that your father would be proud of.

And the Ootori Group is nothing to sneeze at.

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"My, my, my, Kyoya. You sure are learning a lot about her. Are you sure you just want to be her friend?" Fuyumi teases, knelt on the floor beside Kyoya's overflowing drawers.

"I don't even want to be her friend, father only asked me to befriend her for her reputation. Sis, how many times do i have to tell you not to rummage through my drawers like that?" Kyoya's brow twitches ad Fuyumi pushes and presses on Kyoya's folded clothes.

She ignores him, grunting with effort as she tries to get them all to fit together.

Today, you confused him. You seem more friendly around people of power than you are on your own, at least from what he observed. Well, two can play at that game.

"Kyoya, you have too many things crammed into these drawers. Once you pull something out, there's no way to get it back in." Fuyumi whines.

Kyoya glances over and finds an entire drawer emptied onto the floor. He groans, "Then don't pull anything out."

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You sigh, surrounded by mountains of paper and different colored pens, legs crossed over each other as you sit on the floor, hunched over and drowning in your work.

Most if this is your homework to get caught up at Ouran, but some of it is your own personal research.

Your hand is cramping. Increasingly often, you have to set your pen down and stretch your hand, roll your wrist on the joint. You shake it out, picking up your pen again and scribbling down your findings in a nearby notebook.

You've been researching the Ootori Group ever since you met Kyoya. You find that he's the youngest of two brothers. You chuckle to yourself. That's why he seems so keen on befriending you- he needs accomplishments that his father will admire.

You can't shake the eerie feeling you get from him. He feels like a shell of a person... like someone on autopilot. You get the feeling he'd say anything you want to keep you by his side and upkeep the relationship between your father and his.

Your grateful to have found someone at Ouran so early, but deep down, you secretly wish for a true friend.

You half expect your father to push this relationship between you and Kyoya. But, surprisingly, he has yet to even mention it to you. Somehow, your father always knows your school business- he surely knows that Kyoya Ootori has offered to take you on a tour of the school.

There isn't a fibre in your being that expects this relationship with the Ootori boy to last too long. You expect he'll get what he wants out of you and move on. Not that you're overly upset about that, but it would be nice to have a friend who wants to befriend you for who you are and not who your father is.

You sigh deeply, your pen mid-sentence when you manage to distract yourself. You lift your head from your work and gaze out of the window in front of you. It's your favorite time of day- sunset. You love the colors of the sky and the clouds and the shadows it casts in your room. Your large, empty room.

You smile to yourself, bookmarking your place in your notebook with the ribbon provided and setting your pen aside. You shove your work aside and prop your chin on your hands, leaning onto your desk with a sleepy smile, enamored by the setting sun.

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Kyoya is in absolutely no hurry. He strolls along the covered courtyard, book bag slung over his shoulder as the sunlight filters through the columns. The school day is nearly over, but Kyoya tends to stick around for a bit after his classes are finished.

Well, isn't this just his lucky day? He happens to glance through his peripheral vision and finds a student remaining, sitting on the edge of the fountain centerpiece with a binder in their lap.

When Kyoya squints, he recognizes this student to be none other than you. You lean over your binder, diligently working through it.

Kyoya's legs move faster than his mind can comprehend, and before he knows it, he's making his way over to you. Usually, at this point, Kyoya would consider you a well-known acquaintance and wouldn't work much harder to maintain the relationship... but here he is now, walking over to you without a favor to ask or any real reason.

You manage to lift your head and find Kyoya walking toward you. You smile widely, "Hi, Ootori." You greet, clicking your pen as you straighten to greet him.

"What're you still doing here?" Kyoya gestures vaguely toward the school grounds around you.

"I... my driver isn't here yet." You chew your lip, eyes returning quickly to your binder.

Odd... usually a student of your standing wouldn't have to wait around for someone like a driver... you'd be gone by now if you wanted to be.

Kyoya shakes his head and pushes that thought aside... he'll get to the bottom of that eventually.

You adjust your binder slightly and Kyoya happens to catch a glimpse of the cover- a beautifully angled picture of Big Ben in London.

Kyoya clears his throat, "I couldn't help but notice your binder cover... is Europe a place of interest to you?"

You raise your brows at his question and take a peek at your own binder cover, "Hm? Oh, yeah. Europe is so beautiful. I've lived there for periods of time with my father for his work. I miss it a lot." You marvel, closing your binder fully to take in the full atmosphere of the image.

"You must travel a lot with your father." Kyoya settles beside you for a moment. 

"I used to stay with my mother while he was away. But then..." You blink, smile disappearing just slightly, "She passed away, and Father's brought me everywhere since." You hug your binder to your chest. 

Kyoya knows that, but you don't know that he knows that. He urges his lips to tug downward at your confession and tries his hardest to act like it's his first time hearing about it. 

"I'm sorry to hear about that. It must be hard." Kyoya tears his gaze from your side profile, eyes lingering on the ground before him. 

"She was English, that's where my accent comes from. It makes Japanese quite difficult." You chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

To be completely honest, Kyoya finds your accent one of the most endearing things about you. He would have guessed you aren't fully Japanese from your appearance alone, although your father is Japanese through and through. He wonders what you sound like when speaking English. 

"But I think Japan is supposed to be permanent. At least that's what Father's told me." You shrug, toeing the ground with the point of your shoe. 

"Well, I sincerely hope you enjoy yourself here in Japan." Kyoya smiles politely. 

The smile you've gained disappears once more, eyes casting downward at his tone, "Right, thank you. Sorry to have bored you with all of this... I should really call my driver again." You fish your cellphone from the confines of your school bag before rising to stand. It seems you'll have to wait a little longer for a friend that you can share things like that with. Kyoya doesn't seem entirely interested in anything you have to say. 

Although, before Kyoya's mind can catch up with his mouth, "I'd be happy to teach you a few things, if you’d like." 

He'd made the same dire mistake when meeting that blonde dimwit just a few weeks or so prior... offering his mediocre skills in entertainment before truly spending enough time with him to gauge the type of person he was. Even so... that friendship blossomed into something beautiful and Kyoya has that same feeling of dread about you that he had about Tamaki... a feeling that you wouldn't be a passing acquaintance. 

You turn to face him, phone pressed to your ear and brow quirked in question, "You would?"

Is he going to regret saying that? Are you a moron like his recently acquired best friend but without the redeeming qualities? His intuition tells him one thing while his past experiences tell him something completely different. 

"Of course, it would be my pleasure." Kyoya nods. 

A smile tugs at your lips, "Thanks, Ootori. I'll let you know." And with that, you stride off into the adjacent building and disappear. 

And Kyoya is left sitting on the edge of the fountain, listening to the water trickle and splash behind him. 

He sighs, adjusting his glasses, "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" 

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"When you mentioned that you wanted to go to England... I didn't think you meant the countryside." Kyoya sips slowly on a steaming hot cup of genuine English tea, the warmed china cradled in his hands. He's careful to let the liquid flow past his lips with caution. 

"I've been to the cities plenty of times. Besides, I enjoy Surrey just as well, especially here in Guildford. It's much quieter out here." Across from Kyoya, you set your teacup onto its respective saucer. 

The warm sun kisses your skin while a cooling breeze sweeps past with a gentle nature. Your father's cottage is the perfect place to spend the afternoon in Surrey, hidden away from view and tucked into the rolling hills of Guildford. 

"It certainly feels as though you're entertaining me when I'm supposed to be entertaining you." Kyoya smiles politely, leaning back comfortably but composed in his chair. 

"I don't think there's anything about England that you could show me that I don't already know about." You chuckle, allowing the quickening breeze to ruffle your hair in a flattering way. 

"You'll have to let me show you around Japan next time, I insist." Kyoya tries his best to subtly suggest a clever way to one-up you after you've treated him to a beautiful few days in the usually unseen aspects of the English countryside. 

"I'd appreciate that. I haven't been to too many places besides Bunkyo, you know." That indicates that you haven't been anywhere else but where your school is located. 

"While Tokyo is lovely, there are so many other aspects of Japan that you have to experience to get the full effect." Kyoya informs. 

Pushing your finished tea to the side, you prop your chin on your folded hands, "I heard you chauffeured another transfer student around Japan before me. What game are you playing, Ootori?" You tease with a simper. 

"You mean Tamaki? While at first I was hesitant, I believe the two of us have become good friends." Kyoya fondly recalls. 

"Ah, Suoh. I've heard interesting things about him. Is he as eccentric as they say he is?"

"Eccentric is quite the understatement, if you ask me."

You smile, "Well then, I hope you can introduce me some day." You peer up at Kyoya cautiously. 

"I'm sure he'd be more than happy to meet you." Although his tone is quite formal, there's a certain undertone of honesty conveyed in Kyoya's statement that even surprises himself as he says it. 

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Sure enough, Kyoya keeps true to his word of helping you to see nearly every inch Japan has to offer. He finds himself never growing tired of the way you light up when you discover even more culture you're unfamiliar with. He's with you when you try foods that practically change the course of your entire life, and become even more elated when Kyoya informs you that, in fact, Bunkyo is home to those foods as well. 

The experience that Kyoya remembers to this day happens in Kyoto. Kyoya is leading you down the many winding roads just under some of the most amazing Japanese architecture that you've ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. You're completely lost in your own little world when a nervous looking man approaches you timidly. 

"Excuse me... Miss? Do you speak English, by chance?" Your European features must have stood out to him. 

Of course, Kyoya knows enough English to understand that the man was speaking in the language, but not enough as a middle schooler to know anything he actually said. 

"Yes, sir. Is there something I can do for you?"

Kyoya must've forgotten you're quite new to Japan, as well as the language (he might as well have forgotten, your Japanese is close to flawless). He blinks at the foreign language passing between your lips with extreme ease. It is your first language, after all. He notices that your accent isn't the American one he's heard in movies or films. He nearly smacks himself in the forehead. Of course it's not American- you're British. 

"Oh, thank god... I've been trying to find someone for ages." The man breathes in complete and utter relief. You smile politely. 

"I know the feeling." You chuckle. 

Suddenly, Kyoya's wishing he'd payed more attention in his foreign language class to pick up even a little bit of what you're talking about. 

"I went to the bathroom and I was supposed to meet my family, but I can't seem to find the building we agreed upon... this one?" He points to a map to a specific building. Its location is written in Japanese characters... but you're new to the area, as well. 

You turn to Kyoya, easily slipping back into Japanese, "Do you know where this is? He needs to meet his family there." 

Kyoya nods blindly in understanding, glancing briefly at the map before turning back to you, "We just passed it. It's back a block or so and to the left." He points behind the two of you. The man cocks a brow and you clear your throat. 

"It's just a block or so behind us and to the left. I hope that helps." You bow politely. 

The man clumsily mimics you, "Thank you so much, have a good day." He hurries off and disappears. 

When he's clearly gone, you pull Kyoya along to stumble behind you as you urge him to continue taking you somewhere. He grows notably quieter during the rest of your venture, your recent interaction plaguing his mind for some time. He can't seem to stop thinking about the way you sound when speaking in your beautiful native language. Although English is choppy and abrupt, much like German, you somehow manage to make it sound like music to his ears. Kyoya suddenly knows what foreign language he'll be pursuing if given the chance. 

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Anyone passing Kyoya in the hallway might mistake him for a mindless drone. Hugging a clipboard tightly to his chest, eyes trained on the freshly cleaned floor as a blue medical mask covers a bit more than half of his face.

Little do they know, Kyoya's mind is running ramped with an endless, mostly pointless train of thought. 

The second half of his Saturday, the half Kyoya isn't spending at school with Tamaki Suoh going over extravagant and surreal details concerning their future club and club activities, is spent (aimlessly) wandering through the corridors of one of his family's medical centers. As is his Sunday. After that, it's back to a week filled with schoolwork and entertaining you. 

Speaking of you- you happen to be the pointless train of thought. As of late, he's been spending nearly every waking hour with you. This process feels similar to his befriending of Tamaki, but instead of annoyance bubbling within him at this stage, he feels something quite unfamiliar. At this point in his relationship with Tamaki, Kyoya wanted nothing more than to separate himself from the clingy blonde, doing his best to avoid him. Kyoya had expected to feel the same way about you- you seem to embody Tamaki in nearly every way (besides his energy), but he feels himself trying harder than he intends to impress you. 

Kyoya grunts as he stumbles from his path, the impact to his shoulder turning out to be a doctor that profusely apologizes with a deep bow. 

"No worries, it's my fault." Kyoya politely bows in return, voice seeming absent as the doctor continues hurriedly on his way in the opposite direction. 

How is it that she's still on my mind? She's posed no real value to me in our time spent together... if my father isn't still insisting that I pursue her friendship... why do I still feel the need to do so?

"You'll never guess what happened with the l/n Model 7." 

Your familiar surname stops Kyoya in his tracks. Two female nurses have just emerged from a patient's room, shedding their gloves and outer protective gear once the door is shut. 

He clutches his clipboard to his chest, seemingly out of sight from the nurses as they fail to acknowledge his presence (which is typically done by every staff member with bows and formal greetings). 

"Oh, I just bought one of those. I really love it, but what happened to it?" The second nurse adjusts her mask to keep from covering her eyes. 

"My brother is one of the automotive engineers, right?" 

"Yeah, I remember." 

This seems like a private conversation if the way the first nurse glances around for eavesdroppers is anything to go by. Kyoya quickly steels himself behind a wall leading down another hallway, straining as much as he can to continue to listen to their conversation. 

"Well, he wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but..." That phrase is what keeps Kyoya intrigued about this seemingly trivial piece of information that's about to be shared. 

"Come on, Mayoko, spit it out." The second nurse urges in a whisper. 

"He signed a contract and everything, he could get in really big trouble if you tell anyone and the company could be in danger. He would lose his job for sure and so could a lot of others."

Interesting...

"You know I won't tell anyone, but now you have to tell me!" 

"Okay, just keep your voice down." 

Kyoya groans to himself, leaning as far against the wall as he can to be able to hear what they're saying. 

"The car was recalled because the company wanted to put their new logo onto all of the models, right?"

"I love the new logo! It's so much better than the old one... but what does that have to do with anything?"

Kyoya's brows furrow. He's asking himself the same question, what does the new logo have to do with signing a contract that forces the engineers and everyone in the company to be sworn to secrecy? Seems a little excessive if you ask him. 

"That's the thing, that's not the real reason it was recalled." 

Now that is interesting and potentially incriminating. 

"Are you kidding? Is that why it was so urgent?" The second nurse gasps, suddenly immensely intrigued. 

"That's why my brother signed that contract. If it got out, the company could have been sued for all they're worth! l/n Automobile Manufactures and Management would be history." 

Kyoya's breath catches in his throat in anticipation. What could have possibly been so important that made the entire company feared for their future? Was the mistake deadly? Could it have killed if not caught at the right moment?

"Well, what was it? What was wrong with the car?" 

Kyoya leans on his toes, anxious to hear the answer to the second nurse's query. He feels as though he'll burst due to suspense. 

"You know the stick? The thing that lets you switch it from drive, to neutral, to reverse?"

"Of course, Mayoko, I'm not stupid." 

"Okay, okay, let me finish. Apparently, the stick was coming loose when driving. It would just slip into different gears without anyone touching it."

"Oh... my god! That's so dangerous, especially if you think you're going forward and then-" 

"I know! Thank god they recalled it, right? Seriously, you can't tell anyone I told you this or we might both end up as witnesses or something in court."

"Oh, now I wish you hadn't told me." The second nurse giggles, gathering her tools and leading the first nurse down the hallway along with her.

Kyoya quickly acts as though he's attending to a completely different matter. They pass him without a second glance; Kyoya doesn't believe they've seen him. He breathes a quiet sigh of relief and turns to stride quickly down the hallway, heart pounding with his newfound information. 

Kyoya knows himself- he can keep a secret if necessary, but the notion still makes him quite anxious. Not only could the information incriminate your father as well as most any management position in his industry, but your entire way of live could be ruined. l/n Automobile Manufacturers and Management would be brought to its knees at one simple confession to any media source. Holding that sort of power feels strange; it doesn't sit right with Kyoya. It almost makes him sick to his stomach that he knows enough to ruin you. 

Kyoya shakes the thought from his head- why would he even have any inclination to ruin you? Your father and his have a wonderful, formal relationship that would probably throw the Ootori Group for a loop if it were to suddenly disappear. Kyoya vows to keep his lips sealed. Who knows- he might even forget the little morsel of devastating gossip come tomorrow morning. 

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"Say, Kyoya, how's l/n? I know you've been taking her a lot of places." Tamaki sips quietly on the cup of tea Kyoya's poured him as Kyoya mulls about in front of him, feet clad in socks as he paces. 

At that, he stops in his tracks, "She's fine. Why do you ask?" The question seems like he took Tamaki's inquiry for accusatory. 

"Have you told her about my club idea?" Tamaki's eyes gleam, arms scrunched to his chest as he gazes to Kyoya hopefully. 

"Of course not, why would I?" 

Tamaki practically whimpers, becoming physically dejected with a pout, "What? Why not? She could be part of it! She's stunning, isn't she? I mean, I'm sure you would know. She could monopolize the male customers!" 

"No." Kyoya turns his back to Tamaki, the latter raising a brow in confusion at his odd behavior. 

"No? Why not?" Tamaki's tone softens. 

The thing is, Kyoya doesn't know the answer to that question. Why wouldn't you working with them be beneficial? Why had the answer to Tamaki's proposition come to his mouth before his mind? 

"She... wouldn't be good at it. She's too shy." Kyoya shrugs with an aura of a bit too much nonchalance, turning to face Tamaki again with a hand shoved in his pocket, taking a sip of his own tea. 

"Some boys like that in a girl, my friend." Tamaki reminds with a charming smile. Then, his smile widens, "You don't want her to be a host because you like her! Mon Ami, I didn't think you were the type-"

"I don't like her. I just don't think she'd be good, that's all." Kyoya reminds curtly, a certain tone of urgency in his voice. 

Tamaki rolls his eyes, seldom believing a word his friend tells him, "Won't you give her a chance? Just ask her anyway. For me, Kyoya?" 

Kyoya can't seem to find himself standing in the way of Tamaki's whims. 

"Fine. I'll ask. But I can't guarantee that she'll join."

"That's all I'm asking for, Kyoya." Tamaki smiles gently.

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You cock a brow, thoroughly confused, "A Host Club?" 

Kyoya nods, hugging a notebook to his chest as he towers over you at your desk. At his confirmation, you slide the last of your materials back into your school bag and face him again. 

"I don't know... that seems a little out of character for you, don't you think?" You joke, placing both elbows on your desk with a smug smirk. 

"While it might seem that way, Tamaki insists that it's his life dream and I'm committed to helping him get where he wants to be." 

You chuckle, "That's sweet. But, with all due respect, I think I'll pass." You slip out of your chair and rise to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

Kyoya merely blinks. While he'd mentioned to Tamaki that he was reluctant in asking you to join the club in the first place, his heart pulses strangely with your refusal to his invitation. He'd been secretly hoping for an entirely different answer from you. You might've been his saving grace in a club full of morons. 

"And, besides, finals are coming up and I need to focus on passing them with flying colors. I think this might also be the end to our world traveling saga, Ootori." You feign disappointment, your bottom lip jutting out in mock pity. 

Another declaration that has Kyoya's stomach churning in the strangest of ways. Before his mind can come up with a better solution, he's blurting out his plan B, "Why don't you come over for tea? As a last hurrah, of sorts. We can exchange pictures and chat." 

As soon as it's left his mouth, Kyoya has a plan formulating for his aforementioned tea time he's just invited you to. Oblivious to it all, you smile, "Sure thing. Sounds fun. Just let me know when. I'll see you around, Ootori." And with that, you stride through the doorway and disappear into the hall. 

Kyoya rushes home to his laptop, throwing it open the moment he hurls himself onto his bed, his fingers gliding furiously against the keys with a specific purpose in mind:

l/n Model 7 experiencing issues with stick

He hits enter, patiently waiting the 0.8 seconds it takes for results to pop up. Most of what he finds are articles about how others have contested about how flawless the previous l/n models have been. Kyoya groans, realizing he should have been more specific with the word "issue". Most people who include "l/n model car" and "issue" in the same sentence are looking for the reliability of the car, no doubt that your father's company had paid for certain articles to be the first to appear on Google's page. 

Nearly at his breaking point just an hour or so later, Kyoya stumbles upon something promising. His eyes light up when he clicks on someone's social media page from the Google images section when he sees a picture of someone propping their stick in place with a foam pool noodle instead of just letting it sit unattended. 

It seems that very few cars were allowed into the public's hands before they were able to recall the model, casually posting that "We have had a new logo design under wraps for quite some time and decided this model, seeing as it is our most successful car thus far, would be perfect for the unveiling."

The post includes a very underwhelming description- he'd assumed someone would be more angry about an issue like this. 

My l/n Model 7's stick keeps slipping without me even touching it which... is a bit concerning lol... but! i found a sort of solution... i just thought this was funny so i wanted to share w/ u all. enjoy what goes on in my brain.

Very promising, indeed. Kyoya nearly laughs to himself. He quickly moves to inspect this random person's entire account. He later finds a more recent, but still not too recent, post concerning the previous one. 

remember that thing i posted abt the l/n model 7? guess who dmed me today... 

The post includes several screenshots of the official l/n Automobile Manufacturers and Management social media account asking this individual to kindly delete their post as it is "grounds for a lawsuit" and "was posted out of context" when it clearly wasn't. 

That's extremely incriminating, Kyoya ponders to himself. Luckily for the l/n's, this person has a whopping 46 followers and about 12 likes on each post. So, really, they have nothing to worry about. 

Nothing to worry about until Kyoya Ootori stumbled across that very same information. Kyoya Ootori, who comes from a very reputable family and knows the l/ns personally. 

Kyoya's smirk widens, shutting his laptop with an aura of achievement and lying down onto his mattress, arms propped behind his head and eyes slipping shut, simper still prominent on his lips. 

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"We've been expecting you. Please, come in." 

You bow briefly to the member of Kyoya's staff, allowing him to take your coat and lead you along to Kyoya's room. Upon entry, Kyoya seems to be waiting for you with the promised set of tea sitting on his coffee table just before his sofa. 

"y/n, welcome. Please, sit." He seems a bit more chipper than usual. You almost question it, sitting at a reasonable distance beside him and crossing your ankles instinctively. 

"Wow, Kyoya, your room is so lovely." You admire the cleanliness of a room that belongs to a boy his age, especially. There isn't anything out of place that you can spot and it all seems so miraculously spotless. Of course, he must have cleaning staff, but it still amazes you nonetheless. 

"I appreciate that. I do my best to keep it neat. Care for some tea?" Kyoya pours himself a serving and when you hum with approval, he moves to your cup to do the same. 

"So, I printed the pictures I took and brought over the ones you might like the most." You dig into your bag and extract your set of photos taken on your various trips. As you mentioned, they were carefully selected in hopes that Kyoya might like to keep the ones you separated from the others that you thought would be of no interest to him. 

"And I have mine. Feel free to browse through them at your leisure." You and Kyoya trade hands, shuffling through photos that either include one or both of you, or simply nice captures of the many landscapes you came across in your travels. 

After several moments of silent browsing and sipping on your beverages, you notice that your cup is empty. You lean forward to pour yourself a second glass without a word. 

Kyoya sips from his tea, a knowing smirk crossing his features as you set the teapot down on the coffee table before you, "I have been meaning to talk to you about something, actually, if you don't mind." But from his tone, anyone could tell that he has something more sinister to reveal. 

You chuckle, pouring yourself a cup of tea, "Go ahead- Fire away." You smile, rising from the sofa to get yourself a napkin.

"I overheard some... rumors of a certain error... in your father's Model 7?"

You freeze, hand outstretched to take a napkin from the pile and your eyes as wide as saucers. That's the absolute last thing you ever expected him to say. Your heart has gone stone cold, stuttering at his inquiry and you do your best to give him little to no reaction. 

"And... as I understand, if it were to be recalled, it could ruin your father's entire business? Seeing as it is your most successful car."

"I... don't know what you're talking about." You assume this will be an easy topic to shrug off, but Kyoya isn't so easy.

"On the contrary- I think you do." He prods.

You sigh, "That error was caught after only two vehicles were released... we caught it before it caused any trouble." You assure anxiously, fingers trembling as you take a tentative sip from your fresh cup of tea.

"I don't think the public would agree with that. I think it could have grounds to ruin your father's way of life... and yours."

You straighten- realizing what he's trying to do. He wants something from you, or he'll go to the press about the error. 

This is an entirely new side of him. The Kyoya you've come to know over the past several months has been polite to no end, as much as that irked you through your travels. He would spare no expense in making sure that you were entertained... and you were quite ready to call him your friend. You don't recognize the boy sitting in front of you, threatening you with something you have no control over whatsoever. You never pegged Kyoya to be the malicious type, but you guess you were wrong. Your instincts were, unfortunately, correct. 

"What do you want?" Your voice is barely a whisper. Kyoya smirks in accomplishment.

"Do you remember that club I mentioned to you a few days ago? The one my friend and I are starting?"

You nearly groan, "Your stupid Host Club? I told you, I wasn't interesting in joining then and I'm not interested in joining now." 

"I don't think you have much of a choice anymore."

Kyoya cuts you off effectively, resulting in you pursing your lips, gaze narrowing in a glare at his ironically nonchalant side profile. 

"Are you threatening me with a debt? To join your silly little club? That's ridiculous." 

"It's not too ridiculous if you really think about it. I want something from you and this is the only way I'm going to get it, apparently. Besides, Tamaki thinks you'll be an essential aspect, anyway. Whatever the boss says, goes." Kyoya clarifies. 

"I don't care. Tell the world. I'm not joining your stupid club." You sip angrily from your tea, hopefully calling his bluff.

"It would be my pleasure. My family has excellent standings with most media sources. I even have most of them on speed dial." What makes your heart drop from your stomach and right out of your ass is when Kyoya flips open his cellphone and dials the dreaded number. 

You lunge, "Wait, no! Please... please don't. I'll... I'll join your club. Just don't tell anyone about the car." The desperation in your voice convinces Kyoya, who promptly stores his phone away, glancing at you with an unamused gaze. 

"You'll start as an errand girl, but who knows, you might move your way up the ranks in time-"

"Wha- errand girl? Can't you just make me a host or something?"

Kyoya's chest pings irritably at the notion, "We don't cater to the male gender, nor do we employ female hosts. I'm afraid this is your only option. 

No, it's not. You're the cofounder. You make the rules, you idiot. Just tell her she can be a host and get over yourself and your feelings-

"You have to be kidding. That's humiliating." You whine pathetically. 

"I don't make the rules. I'll contact you soon with a time and a place to meet your boss."

You huff, snatching up your belongings without another word and furiously storming out of his room and back to his entrance foyer, angrily dialing for your driver to pick you up and take you home. Without your knowledge, tears brim your eyes and threaten to spill. 

As much as Kyoya believes he should feel accomplished at this feat... why does he feel so incredibly guilty instead?

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"Really? She said yes? How did you convince her to join?!" Tamaki nearly leaps to suffocate Kyoya with an embrace. 

Kyoya shrugs with an aura of nonchalance from his desk, "I have my ways. She'll be our errand girl so we can have her do anything we want."

Tamaki frowns, his excitement level lowering significantly at the revelation of your role, "I don't know if I'm comfortable having and errand girl, Kyoya-"

As if on cue, you trudge around the corner and through the doorway, arriving at Kyoya's command, head hung low as you press a notebook to your chest apprehensively. Tamaki glances up at your presence, eyes growing wide as you lift your head just slightly to meet his violet irises. 

A beat of silence passes where nothing is said, you and Tamaki seem to be stuck in your own world, eyes locked on one another. You blink first, eyes darting to the left awkwardly when he rises to his feet. 

"Hello... I'm-"

And just like that, you're being suffocated by one of the warmest embraces you've ever experienced in your life... and by far one of the most enthusiastic, "I know who you are, l/n, y/n! You're the girl I've heard so much about!" Tamaki squeals, spinning you around in his arms until you can't tell which way you're facing. 

"Let her go, Tamaki." Kyoya pipes up from behind the pair of you, rolling his eyes. He's eternally grateful that the classroom is empty save for them. 

"Nice to meet you... Suoh." You stumble as Tamaki sets you on your own feet, pressing a palm to the side of your head in hopes that the room will stop spinning. 

"How cute! I knew I would like you! You're perfect... even if you are an errand girl." At that, you both direct similar glares in Kyoya's direction. He returns the favor by staring right back into your souls. 

"While we're on that subject... would you do me a favor? It would be your very first official task for the Host Club." Tamaki pleads, leaning toward you with the most convincing gaze you've ever laid eyes upon. 

You suddenly feel like you would conquer the world if Tamaki Suoh asked you to. And if he should so need you to, you would try your very best. 

"Of course. Whatever you need." When it concerns this ray of joyfulness, you would move mountains. 

Kyoya cocks a brow- that's the most compliant you've been since you were hired (forced) for the job. 

"Great! I'm going to need you to do some recruiting for me, l/n. Can I call you y/n?" Tamaki requests cheerfully. 

"Sure thing, Tamaki." You tease, lips tugging upward in a fond smile. 

"Your first target is going to be Mitsukuni Haninozuka, the high school first year. Think you can handle that?" 

You hum, "I think so. How do you want me to do it?" 

Tamaki shakes his head, "That's where you come in! I want you to do all the research you can on him and ask him to join in whatever way you think is appropriate. I've heard a lot of things about you from Kyoya, and I trust you. I believe you're going to do an amazing job, I just know it."

You blink away tears threatening your waterline, your bottom lip nearly trembling in appreciation. Maybe this Host Club gig won't be such a burden after all. 

"Sure, Boss, whatever you want... I'll get on that." 

Something strange shines in the back of Kyoya's intense gaze as it focuses on their pair of you. He can't help the feeling of longing when Tamaki pulls you in for a second, much toned-down embrace. 

At first, it was just as simple as needing someone to be able to complete mundane, everyday tasks. But as time progressed, I found myself feeling more for her than I ever intended. I knew I wouldn't be able to let go, therefore her debt blossomed into the monstrous accumulation of selfishness and jealousy that it is today. 

🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.

Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I’m OK?

Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵

🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;

Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵

🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!

And you’ll cut through the darkness make it go!

The time to start is now! And I can show you how.

Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵

♡Next time, on Indeed...♡

The carpet is quite literally pulled out from underneath you. Two morsels of unfortunate news befall you. How are you going to tell the club?

♡We'll see you then!! ♡

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It’s Always Been You Pt. 2

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter Two -The Dance-

 The Club room was covered in tropical leaves, adorned with vibrant flowers. The members wore costumes, having them fit right with the room.

 Now the only issue to this perfect paradise was Haruhi, she was late. Leaving everyone else to wait.

 The door opened, causing a rush of petals to fly past a, now very surprised honor student.

“Welcome!”

 “You finally made it, Haruhi. You’re so late.” The Twins announced.

 Haruhi pauses, before pulling a calendar out from her bag.

   “I could be wrong, but my calendar still says it’s early spring.” She states, before a flamboyant blonde takes over.

   “Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold is nonsense! And besides… the heating system we have is the best!” 

 Leaving Haruhi mildly annoyed once again 

   Kyoya stepped in a now closed book in hand, and with a polite smile spoke.

 “Do you have a problem with the way we run our club, Haruhi? Be careful what you say. You owe us eight million yen.” He looks at Haruhi.

 “Remember?”

  Haruhi is caught off guard, leaving a sense of dread at the memory.

 Tamaki pulls Haruhi to his side, beginning an unwarranted speech.

“Gentleman, don’t bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be chilly in early spring out there in the real world, but here at the club we want to surprise our chilly little kittens with a warm paradise!” 

 Haruhi is still stuck to Tamaki’s side, and doesn’t seem to care for what he is saying.

 “Oh yes, we’ve turned this place into nirvana! A balmy tropical island of everlasting summer!”

 “That’s funny. Cause I feel a massive chill now.” Irritation painted all over her.

 Amongst the chatter of hosts and enormous guests, lead to the reveal of the spring formal dance, and as the the twins did they usual act, causing the guests to yell in excitement.

  Haruhi stands off to the side with Kyoya and Y/n.

“The guests seem to be even more worked up than how they usually are.” Haruhi states watching the rest of the club's guests.

 As Y/n looks to be watching for other reasons.

“Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies.” He spoke, looking over at Y/n who is still not paying attention.

 He sighs and hits Y/n with his book.

“And apparently Y/n.” 

Y/n whips his head towards Kyoya. 

“What was that for!” He spoke, rubbing his head.

“So, are you the one who came up with this tropical paradise idea?” Haruhi questioned.

 “I have no decision making authority. All the club policies have been laid out by the club’s king, Tamaki.” He pushes his glasses up.

 “I guess there’s no harm in admitting to causally slipping a Bali photo book onto his desk.” 

 “Haruhi, did you really think this club would last if Tamaki is the only one in charge?”  Y/n asked, leaving Haruhi to think.

After Haruhi now left charming her own guests, still in her purple school uniform.

 “Are you going to wear a tropical outfit like the other boys?” One of the girls wondered, starting another girl to join in.

 “I’d like to see that.”

 Haruhi now flustered waves her hands in front of herself.

 “Well, no. I-I just don’t think it’s appropriate to wear anything, but early spring attire in early spring. You know?” She stammered trying to avoid the question.

 But Tamaki intrudes and shows a matching outfit to Tamaki.

“But we have one ready for you Haruhi! I think you’ll like it! You and I are a pair!” Tamaki begs.

 Y/n joins in. 

“Booo! Don’t be boring!”

 “No thanks.” She said flatly, turning back to her table now ignoring the two.

A girl with a brown bob interrupts Haruhi and the girls.

 “Excuse me. I hate to disturb, but I think it’s time for the hosts to switch clients.” The girl explains, with a polite smile.

  The girl sits with Haruhi and begins talking.

 Y/n begins to walk back to kyoya, who is writing in his black notebook.

 Y/n points towards Haruhi and her new guest, with a laugh.

“Tamaki is not going to like this, you're ready for him to lose his mind.” 

 Kyoya looks up from his book, and simply smiles.

 “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” 

All of the guests are now long gone along with the setting sun. Leaving the host to plan for next week's party, well that’s what is supposed to happen.

 Tamaki is in the corner of the room eating ramen while the rest are at the table trying to work.

“Hey boss! Why don’t you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning?”  Hikaru spoke, looking at the whimpering blonde.

  “Does it really bother you that Princess Kazugazaki has taken a liking to Haruhi?” Kaoru adds in.

Kyoya counties working away on his computer, doing the majority of the party planning.

 “He shouldn’t be surprised. She has had the illness for quite awhile now, has she?”

 Haruhi, now worried for the girl, asked.

“What illness?”

“She has the host hopping disease.” Y/n answers, not really paying attention.

 The twins slide in on both sides of Y/n.

“A.k.a. The never the same boy twice disease.” They answered, starting to try to annoy Y/n. Kyoya looks at the twins briefly before talking once more.

 “Usually our customers choose a favourite host and see them regularly. However, Princess Kanako tends to change her favourite on a regular basis.” 

Honey joins in the explanation.

 “That’s right! Cause before she chose you, she chose Tama-chan!”

“Oh. So, he’s upset because I took her from him.” Haruhi finally understands why.

 Tamaki who is now suddenly at the table with everyone else, seemingly fuming.

 “Shut up! I couldn’t care less! I’m running out of patience!” He lifts his arm in the air. 

 “Haruhi, it’s time you started dressing like a girl!” 

Haruhi is baffled at Tamaki’s words since he never had a problem with it before.

 But now the blonde is frustrated beyond belief, gripping his hair threatening to pull out his hair.

 “I don’t understand how you could be so popular with the ladies when you, yourself are a lady!” He screamed, clearly missing the point.

 He swiftly put his hand in a fist towards his chest

 “No one in this entire school knows the truth except for those of us here!”

The twins now leaning against Y/n, jump in the argument.

 “Yeah, she opted out of gym classes.”

“-and the attendance numbers are all mixed together so no one can tell.” 

They spoke, adding more fuel to the fire.

 Tamaki hastily drags a trunk and starts digging through it.

“That’s enough, Haruhi! Now you listen to Daddy!” He pulls a comically big framed photo of Haruhi, but with long straight hair and a middle school uniform.

 “Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were be-”

 “Don’t go showing my photos without asking me first!” Haruhi was now fed up with the prince.

Everyone begins to circle round the portrait of a younger Haruhi that’s now on the wall. 

 “The more I look at this picture, the more amazed I am. How could this possibly become that.” Hikaru starred in pure confusion.

 “The day before school started, one of the kids in my neighborhood got some gum in my hair.” She ruffled her short hair. 

 “It’s a real pain to get gum out of long hair. So I decided to cut it all off. I didn’t care if I looked like a dude you know.”

 Tamaki grabs Haruhi’s face.

“Girls should never refer to themselves as a dude!” He’s now crying towards Kyouya

“MAMA!”

“-Haruhi is using those dirty boy words again!” He’s on his knees, tears pouring from his face.

“Dude, sorry. But who is mama?” Kaoru questions turning towards Kyoya.

 He sighs, and looks at the club.

“Based on club position, I assume it’s me.”

 “You never told me you had kids!” Y/n faked gasp, teasing Kyoya.

Haruhi, freed from Tamaki, puts her hands on her hips, showing her annoyance.

 “Look, I don't see what you’re crying about. Working as a host, I can back more of my debt. It’ll never happen if I'm just an errand boy.” She sighed, already wanting to go home.

“Hate to change the subject but, do you have formal dance experience? You’ll need it for the party.” Hikaru states, surprising Haruhi.

“Uh… no… But the party doesn't have anything to do with my quota, right? I’m not interested in going to events. So, if I could be excused?” She spoke, dread from the mere idea of the party.

 “You're a host now, you gotta go.” Y/n spoke before Tamaki took over.

 Tamaki comes up to Haruhi and places a hand underneath his chin.

“Absolutely not! A refined gentleman must know how to dance. If you want to live the life of a host so badly, you’re going to have to show us how far you're willing to go, Haruhi.”

He holds up his arm in elegance.

 “I order you to master the waltz in one week and you will demonstrate it for us at the party or-“ he harshly points at Haruhi.

 “I’ll tell the whole school that you’re a girl and we will have to knock you back town to arrand boy!” 

During the next week Haruhi starts practicing the walz, with Princess Kanako, causing the sinking of the prince’s mood.

“Why so gloomy boss?” The twins look towards Tamaki.

 “It’s because loverboy here, was hoping to dance with Haruhi.” Y/n explains gesturing towards the two dancing.

 “I think you're right but he’s way too tall to stand in as a woman.” Kaoru teasing the blonde

Practice ended, and now Haruhi is having tea with Princess Kanako. Who is oddly hyper fixated on the tea-cups.

A voice echoes throughout the room.

 “Hello? I’m here with the teacups you ordered.”

The girl's head raises at the voice.

 “Ah, thank you very much. Every item you’ve chosen for us has been extremely popular with the ladies. I’m quite impressed.” Kyoya spoke observing the arrays' teacups.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Toru smiled.

 “So, do you sell tea sets?” Haruhi tilted her head.

 Toru turns to fully look at Haruhi.

“No. I'm just a regular student. Can’t you tell by the uniform?” 

 Kanako laughs and sighs.

“Oh, Haruhi. You’re so funny. I can’t blame you for not knowing.” She stands from the table with a smile.

“After all, he doesn’t really look like an heir to a first-class company.” 

 Haruhi looked back at Toru in surprise.

“First class company?” She looks towards Kyoya for any form of answer.

“His family’s business, the Suzushima trading company, deals primarily in the importing of tableware. They currently have the top market share in the country.”

 “Wow” Haruhi uttered.

“So, whenever something exceptional comes in, we’ve asked him to send it our way.” Kyoya states.

 Toru keeps staring at Kanako giving almost a sad look. 

 Y/n thinks for a moment before breaking the silence.

 “He definitely has a great eye for fine China. Don’t you, Suzushima?” 

 Toru snaps back to reality and looks at Y/n and smiles awkwardly.

“You think? I’ve still got a lot to learn, but thank you.” He spoke slightly caught off guard.

 “Aren’t you leaving next month to study abroad in England?” Kyoya asked, knowing the answer already.

 “Yes, I am. Well, I’d better go now.” He quickly left but not before looking at Kanako one last time.

Kanako is left in her own thoughts, till a blonde comes in.

 “So, enjoying the host club?” Tamaki 

spoke.

 “I-” she barely got a word in before Haruhi comes.

 “I got the feeling you and that guy are kinda close.” Haruhi spoke slowly, connecting the dots together.

Kanako abruptly flips her head.

 “Oh! don’t be ridiculous! We hardly know each other and what makes you think that, Haruhi? Now, if you’ll please excuse me! Take care!” She left quickly, causing more confusion for the sudden departure.

 “You probably shouldn’t have said that.” Y/n still not helping Haruhi.

“What Why-” Haruhi jumps at Honey-senpai suddenly on her back.

 “Because! They do know each other! Suzushima is Kasugasaki’s fiancé!” 

“Kyoya, Y/n.” Tamaki muttered, causing the two to look at the now serious blonde.

 “How long have you two known about this?”

 “What, about them being engaged?” Y/n tilts his head towards Kyoya, who is looking through a black folder.

 “Well, as you know I conduct general searches on all of our customers. The two of them were childhood friends. It seems that their engagement was arranged by their parents. I didn’t think this information would benefit us. So, I disregarded it.”

“So, stalking?” Y/n teased

“Not necessarily, and besides how do you know?” Kyoya is still looking at his folder.

 “His parents deliver shot glasses to my moms businesses.” 

“I see..” Tamaki muttered in thought.

“Toru Suzushima. Outstanding grades, bare social status. He’s ordinary looking, but he’s reliable. If I had to fault him for anything.”

 The twins stand next to Y/n

“He doesn’t have much of a presence.” Hikaru spoke with lack of care.

 Kaoru leaning fully on Y/n who is truly used to the twins' antics.

 “And he’s faint hearted.”

Kyoya glaring at the twins, shuts the sleek black folder. And continues.

 “So in other words, he’s boring.”

Honey sits on Mori’s shoulders, with his hands ruffled in Mori’s hair.

 “Suzushima is a good boy, right?”

“Yeah.” Mori plainly answered.

Tamaki takes a step forward.

 “Alright, everyone. We’ll have to work on our strategy.”

“Men, it is our responsibility as members of the elite Ouran Host Club to make every girl happy.”

The night of the party…

 The school's biggest ballroom filled with guests waiting with bated breath for it to start.

  The club members stand on the grand stairs, wearing formal attire, all eyes are on them.

“It is so good to see you here tonight, my little lambs. The Ouran Host Club would like to bid you..” he bows.

 “Welcome!”

The lights turned on, music began playing. And the ladies begin clapping, excited for the night and the host club's big entrance.

Kyoya outstretched his arms with grace.

 “As always, ladies, the Host Club members are here for your entertainment. So, we invite you to dance to your heart’s content. Based on your dancing skills, one lucky young lady will be chosen as tonight’s Queen. The Queen's reward will be a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king.” He caused a roar of claps and cheers.

 “Good luck to you, my darlings~” Tamaki winked. Even more cheers erupted from the crowd.

The twins slide behind a grumpy Haruhi.

 “Haruhi show some enthusiasm!” The twins tease.

 “Well, excuse me, you guys. Sorry, I’m not used to this sort of thing. I’ve only ever gone to the festivals held in my neighborhood park.” She crossed her arms with a huff.

“I don’t think you can really call that a party, Haruhi.” Y/n spoke.

 “You might as well get yourself something to eat. We’ve got quite a spread.” Kyoya notes, causing Haruhi to turn her head slightly.

 “A spread?…”

“With fancy tuna?” She spoke softly.

“Fancy tuna?!” The rest of the club yells. Tamaki jumps off the stairs with ease, and points to kyoya.

 “Get some fancy tuna here right now!” Kyoya is already on the phone, next to a giggling Y/n.

The twins hug and flustered Haruhi in comfort. 

 “You poor thing. You poor little dear.”

They pout, while Haruhi is irritating at the two.

As the night goes on all of the hosts are left entraining girls with far too much time on their hands. But Y/n waited for someone to ask him for a dance but to no luck.

 The hosts began starting their operation, which included “discretely” kidnapping Haruhi. 

 The host club ends up in an empty room with angered Haruhi.

 “You didn’t have to be so forceful!” Haruhi argued while being put down.

 “Never mind that. Go get changed!” Kaoru shoved a pink dress onto Haruhi.

“A little accident towards the end of the night would be quite thrilling and remember Haruhi, there are only twenty minutes before the party reaches its climax. Suzushima is already waiting for you in the classroom across the hall.” Kyoya spoke while Haruhi finally leaves the changing room.

“Too bad I missed most of the party. I was hoping for at least one dance.” Y/n said thinking out loud.

Kyoya briefly paused, but still continued preparing Haruhi for the plan.

Tamaki comes through the door.

“Gentleman. There you are. What are you doing? The guests are waiting for-”

 Haruhi stands up to look at Tamaki with a slight blush. 

“So, What do you think, Tamaki?” Y/n a small grin formed his face.

Haruhi stiffly walks towards the door.

 “My face feels heavy and it’s hard to walk in these shoes.” 

Twins grinned.

“Good luck, Haruhi!” Followed by the evil chuckles of the twins.

“What was the letter you wrote for Suzushima?” Y/n asked towards the twins.

“Here, we have a copy.” The twins hand over a pink letter, just drenched in glitter.

 After a moment of silence, y/n look disappointedly towards the twins.

“Who writes like this?” Y/n now trying to clean the glitter off himself.

“Don’t blame us.” The twins raised their hands. 

 “Kyoya also helped!” 

Y/n turns towards Kyoya with a deep exhale.

“I expect this sort of thing from the twins, but really? You too. I’m not mad I’m just.. disappointed ” 

 The rest of the host club begin to head outside for the final event.

 As the couple run outside stage lights shine on the two.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Tamaki's voice booms across the crowd.

“It is now time for us to begin the final dance of this evening's festivities. The 

Last Waltz of the night has been chosen by the club for this couple!”

  As Toru offered a dance to Kanako, the two danced to the music, as cherry blossom petals fell around them. A soft smile rests on Y/n’s face watching the couple dance.

“May this awkward couple be forever blessed!” Tamaki said, proud of the two.

 “And now we’ll announce the Queen of the ball!” Hikaru announced 

“Congratulations Princess Kanako Kasugazaki!”

 The crowd claps celebrating the girl.

“-and for her reward, a kiss on the cheek from the king!”

Tamaki starts walking towards her but before he could he gets pushed out of the way.

 “Haruhi Fujioka, will stand in for Tamaki!” Y/n announced shocking Haruhi and Tamaki.

Y/n smirked looking at the club, with the twins behind him.

“ what? Kyoya did say a little accident towards the end of the night might make the night more thrilling.” Y/n cooed, while the twins smirked devilishly.

“There’s no way I can kiss her!” Haruhi is now very defensive.

 Kyoya without looking up from his book.

“If you do it, we’ll cut your debt by one third.” Kyoya spoke bribing the honor student.

“Well it is just a peck on the cheek..” she muttered walking towards Kanako.

“Ah, that’s the spirit Haruhi!” Y/n joked, throwing a thumbs up.

Honey looks up at the others.

“Hey, you don’t think this is Haru-chan’s first kiss, do you?” Causing Tamaki to freak out over this realization.

“WHAT!”

Tamaki jumps down the stairs towards Haruhi.

“Wait, Haruhi!” Causing Kanako to turn her head.

Tamaki stumbles and pushes into Haruhi, making them kiss on the lips.

Y/n begins bursting out in laughter, while Tamaki is crying over his mistake.

“That went way better than I thought it would.” Y/n spoke.

“-what do you think, kyoya?” Looking towards him.

 Kyoya lets out a small smile, soft lighting painted on his face. 

“It was very entertaining.” He looked out onto the crowd.

Y/n stared, just appreciating this weird sense of calm between the two as the party emptied out, the two stood in comfortable silence watching the end to yet another party.

[seiyasabi]

Enceinte

(This is a Yandere Amajiki x Pregnant Female Reader story :)) Please proceed with caution!

TW: Stockholm syndrome!, mentions of abuse! (not you), mentions of dub/noncon! (not you), !mentions of unsafe abortion! (not you), pregnancy!, !!!mentions of a suicide attempt!!!! (not you), captivity!, !lactation kink!, !breast milk drinking!, no sex but NSFW themes!, etc..

I hope you guys like this!) 

Tamaki’s large hand rubs your back soothingly, attempting to alleviate your current backache. He’s taken you on a ‘playdate’ with his friend’s darling, and the four of you are sitting in the jovial blond’s living room. 

“Everytime we see her, she just keeps getting bigger and bigger!” Mirio cheers, “How far along is she now?” He talks about you as if you aren’t there, causing you and your previously unwanted husband to become uncomfortable. The blond is definitely not a Yandere anyone would want; he’s controlling, sadistic, misogynistic, entitled-all things you’re happy that your Amajiki isn’t. It’s just another reason why you gave into him a year ago. 

“Mirio, pl-please don’t talk about (Your Name) like she isn’t here. You know it makes me uncomfortable,” The brawny man’s eyes flash with a dark emotion, causing you to lean in closer to the indigo haired man’s side. His friend scares you, and you can’t help but pray for his darling. The poor girl is always covered with bruises, littered with painful gashes, and just the thought of your friend being hurt by that monster brings a tear to your (colour) eyes. 

“Ah, it seems I forgot. Sorry Ama,” Your husband freezes up with further discomfort at his best friend’s use of your nickname. His blue eyes land on your rigid form, a small smirk on his thin lips, “How far along are you, (Nickname)?”

Your left hand is on your round stomach, your son kicking lightly at your touch, “We’re about seven months! I’m set to give birth in a few months,” A small smile is on your lips at the thought of your future child. Amajiki’s free hand places itself on top of yours, causing you to look up and give him a full on grin. Seeing that he was smiling at you as well, you place your head on his shoulder. He always knows how to make you feel better. 

“See, (Friend’s Name)? This could be us if you weren’t so stubborn,” Your husband interlaces your fingers together, squeezing reassuringly. He knows that his friend’s actions are somewhat triggering, especially because you know the things he’s done. Mirio lets out a wicked laugh, looking at the both of you with cruel eyes, “(Friend Name) here and I were pregnant a few months ago, after a long night of love-making,” Amajiki holds you even tighter, trying to stop your terror-filled shakes, “But someone was selfish. Someone decided to take a handful of pills, and now your mini Tamaki won’t have a friend. But don’t worry,” His large hands grip your friend’s thigh harshly, “We’ll try again. That’s the point of women, eh, Amajiki? Our own personal baby-makers?” 

Your teary eyes find (Friend’s Name)’s, your hand covering your mouth. You hadn’t seen her for a month, and you now know why. You also now know why her hands are covered with mittens, why her throat is wrapped with a shock collar, why she-

Tamaki stands up quickly, his hands gently guiding you onto your swollen feet. He wraps a protective arm around your waist once you’re fully standing, and he starts to guide you to Mirio’s yellow front door, “Ah, I-I think it-it’s time we go home. (Your Name) i-is sleepy, so-”

“Don’t worry about it, buddy! I totally understand. After all, good Darlings get nice privileges, and (Your Name) is one of the best Darlings I’ve ever met. She knows her place,” He stands to his feet, standing a good five inches above your very tall husband, “Come on, (Friend’s Name), let’s walk them out.”

The (Hair colour) girl struggles to her feet, her broken foot in a boot. She hobbles to the door in her house-wife esque frock, drawing a laugh from the sunny man. The sight hurts your heart so bad, that you have to look away. 

Once the other couple reach their front door, Mirio draws a large keyring filled to the brim with different coloured keys from his pocket, before inserting each one into the ten locks present on the painted wood. Once all are unclasped, he holds the door open with a boot clad foot. 

“You two have a good day! I’m sorry for (Friend’s Name)’s behaviour, I’ll be sure to straighten her out once you leave,” You hear her barely muffle a sob, making your lip quiver with your own sobs. Once outside, you hear the door slam shut, and hear a series of locking mechanisms go into place. 

“He’s gotten worse,” You hear Amajiki mutter, which is enough to send you into a breakdown. His muscular arms wrap you in a tight side hug, his own tears dripping onto your (hair/head). 

You cry for your friend and the person she once was. 

He cries at the monster his best friend has become. 

-

Tamaki was right, you ended up taking a nap the moment you got home. 

When you awoke, your back hurts even more than before, along with your milk filled tits. Massaging your sore chest, you sit up with a bit of trouble. At your last appointment, your doctor said your son was a big fella, and cautioned you against doing anything besides resting. This caused the already doting Amajiki to take up every chore and task you have. 

Right now, you can hear and smell him cooking your favourite meal, causing you to stand onto your wobbly feet. With one hand on your tummy and one on your back, you waddle towards your personal chef of a husband.

He’s currently leaning against the grey granite counter across from the stove, and when he sees your form struggling towards him, he rushes into action. Tamaki quickly sweeps you off of your feet, and brings you to your kotatsu couch. Gently placing you onto your preferred spot, he helps you place a few pillows behind you to help give you better back support. 

“Bunny, what are you doing out of bed? You could’ve hurt yourself,” He’s improved on his nervous stutter since you’ve fallen for him, warming your heart completely. 

“I’m sorry, Ama. I woke up with a backache and wanted a massage, but then I got hungry-” He loves listening to you ramble, you’re the most precious person he’s ever known. Especially when you ‘talk’ to your son. Sometimes he’d listen in and hear you coo about the cute outfits you found for him, or how his Daddy is a super cool hero, or how you can’t wait for him to come out so you can pinch his chubby cheeks, or- “Are you even listening?” He glances up, taking in your adorable pout, causing his face to go red. 

“Of course! I’ll give you a backrub after dinner, okay? Then we can take a shower,” You nod, allowing him to hurry to the kitchen to grab your food and utensils. 

He comes back at a lightning fast pace, he uses a few tentacles to juggle the (bowls/plates) along with the (chopstick/spoons/forks), side dishes, and toppings. 

“Go ahead and eat, okay? I’m sure you and (Son Name) are starving,” Giggling at his overeagerness, you give in to his demand. 

-

“-Is this pressure good? Let me know if it’s not,” Amajiki’s massive hands knead your aching shoulders, and rub down your pained spine. His thumbs massage the area around your ribs, trying to loosen your muscles to allow you to relax. You’re currently shirtless, clad in only your bra and your comfortable joggers.

“Mhm, you always know how to make me feel better, Ama,” He practically preens at your words, smooching the bare skin of your upper back. 

The massage continues, easing the pain in your back. Now, the only thing ailing you is your sore breasts. 

“A-are you okay, Bunny? You tensed up quite a bit,” You turn your head enough for him to see your comforting smile. 

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s just, uhm, oh man, this is so embarrassing,” Both of your hands cover your face to hide your flushing cheeks, sending Tamaki into a mini panic attack. 

“What is it? Is the baby giving you trouble? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Seeing his panic, you try to turn to face him, but require his assistance to do so. His clammy hands grip yours as he brings you toward him. 

“No, Tama, it’s nothing serious, it’s just…” You look down in shame, “My, uhm, my breasts hurt,” Your voice trails off at the end, causing your husband not to hear you. 

“Wha-what was that?” Small tears group in your eyes, as your shame overwhelms you. 

“My boobs hurt! Please don’t make fun of me by making me ask again!” Seeing your distress, he quickly brings you into his embrace. 

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you the first time, I swear! I’ll help you, Bun, there’s no need to cry. Here,” The indigo haired man unclasps your bra, allowing your tits to fall out somewhat harshly. Yelping at the ache, Tamaki tries to soothe you by holding your larger breasts up, alleviating the pain, “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” You smooch his forehead, his entire face is bright red, “Please help me, I need you,” Your wet eyes and much larger breasts make your husband look away, trying not to become aroused. 

“Oh-okay,” His warm hands gently squeeze your teats, testing to see if that was enough pressure. A small moan leaves your lips, telling him that what he’s doing is helping. 

His hands knead your sensitive chest in a rhythmic fashion, slowly quelling the pain you were once suffering. 

Just when you fully relaxed, disaster struck. 

Two streams of thick milk spray from your teats, coating the front of his black shirt. You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. 

“I’m sorry Ama! I-I didn’t mean to! It just-” Without missing a beat, the indigo haired man suddenly latches on to your nipple. His lips suck vigorously, trying to drink all of your yummy milk in one go. A loud moan leaves your lips, as you try to detach him from your leaking tit, “Wha-what are you doing?” A keen escapes your throat when he tweaks your other nipple, dripping your milk onto your joggers. His own moans vibrate against you, sending a flash of arousal to your pussy. 

Once he has his fill of your right breasts, he lets go with a small gasp, “Do-do you feel better Bun-Bun?” Now that you thought about it, yes, yes you do. So, you nod your head, mouth slightly agape. 

“Please, ‘Jiki! Please milk my other titty too!” He doesn’t say anything, before he latches on to your left nipple. Whilst he sucks, he lets his tongue flick your leaky teat, triggering a little more milk to spray out. You both moan, one of you in absolute lust, and the other in relief. The heavy, aching feeling of your breasts slowly fades away, leaving you feeling light and happy. 

Your hand runs through his soft locks, a sigh of pleasure going through your nose, “Thank you, Ama, you’re so good to me. I’m sorry if it doesn’t taste good-” He quickly releases your left nipple to kiss you on the lips. 

“Your milk is delicious, Bunny. I don’t think I can ever go back to cow’s milk ever again!” He fondles your enlarged chest, playing with your sensitive nipples, “I love you so much, (Your Name). Is it okay if I nurse with our son?”

You flush at his words, “Bu-but my milk’s for (Son’s Name), won’t he go hungry?” He shakes his head no, kissing you on the lips once more. 

“I asked your doctor for breast milk supplements, you’re going to have more milk than he’ll need! Please, Bunny! Please let me have more!” You can’t say no when he asks you so sweetly. Smiling at him, you nod. 

You know you should be upset that those ‘extra vitamins’ weren’t truly vitamins, but you can’t bring yourself to care. After all, he loves you so much that he wants to drink from you! 

So, when he reattaches himself to your right nipple, you pet him sweetly.