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ellssbellss · 1 year

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I may or may not have been awake for about 48 house, so I wanted to ask a request before I fall asleep.

The hosts when their SO was up for 2 days straight doing work and starts to slip when get to the host club and acting a little bit too much like the Kyoya.

been thinking about this more than my actual story lately, and i have terrible writer's block, so hopefully this will help! {thank you, anon for the idea!}

The Host Club and their Sleepy, Cranky S.O. {Ohshc X Gender Neutral!Reader}

.oOo.

"mon amour? you need to wake up, darling." tamaki's voice whispers gently in your ear.

the darkness that had surrounded you minutes ago suddenly vanishes as you open your eyes, your head swiftly lifting off of the hard surface that you had rested your eyes upon just a few minutes ago.

it had been just a few minutes, right?

coming out of your tired daze, you feel a warm hand under your chin, and your eyes are turned to meet the concerned, violet gaze of your boyfriend. he is positioned above you, one soft hand resting the club's table in front of you and the other on your face, trailing gently from the point of your chin to the roundness of your cheekbones as his thumb runs gently over the skin there.

"my love, do you know what time it is?" his voice was like butter as dips his head a little deeper, worry creasing his perfect face as he watches you lean into his touch almost automatically.

"mmph..." through his stress about your exhausted state, he giggles slightly as you sigh and shrug, your eyelids dropping more with each second. "i don't know, love."

"it's nine, (y/n)."

"what?" any haze that had chained your brain was broken as you shot out of his gentle hold.

straightening your back, you peer towards the large windows that created a barrier between the club room and the outside world, seeing an endless night erasing any of the natural light you had experienced when you walked in here after class.

"it's nine o'clock?" panicked, the chair screeches across pristine tile as you grab at the things scattered across the table. laptop, charging cords, notebooks and pencils all make their way into your grasp as you hurriedly shove them into your bag. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

tamaki had watched the stress bunch up in your shoulders the minute you broke away from his grasp. he watches it wind into your muscles and face as you close up your pack and swing it around one arm, hastily pushing the chair in.

"you look like you needed your rest." he says softly, taken aback by your harsh tone. "i talked to my father to let us stay here a little while longer, since i know you have been working really hard on that project you have, and i thought-"

"exactly!" without raising your voice, he feels the sharp frustration rolling off the tip of your tongue, and it pierces something tender as you whip around to face him. "i have been working so hard not to get behind on my schedule, and now that's all out window. why didn't you wake me up like I asked?"

yellow eyebrows raise as you bite back at him, and he is getting whiplash from the sudden venom in your voice. "i tried, (y/n), but you didn't wake up!" his hands move in an pleading gesture. "you shoved my hand off when i tried to shake you and faced the other way when i kissed your cheek. the end of the world couldn't wake you."

your lips purse as your eyes squint and roll, and you stomp towards the door. stuttering, your golden retriever boyfriend follows behind as you nearly rip the door off it's hinges in your haste.

his words are rushed as he rushes to follow you out of the club room as you make your way down the long, empty staircase. "truly, you're not as behind as you might think, angel, not with all the work you've been doing?"

"you would think, huh?" another frustrated sigh escapes you, but it's more tuned towards yourself than anything. you push through the grand entrance of the school.

tamaki chases you out into the moonlight. his tall form stops in the doorframe though, when he sees the way the pale light drapes over your figure.

your usual bright stance sags in the night, and the hand he loves to hold rakes harshly through your perfect locks before it disappears to run down your face.

"(y/n), mon amour, what's wrong?" you hear his dress shoes click against the pavement. long arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a soft cheek nuzzles against the side of your face. tamaki tightens his hold, encouraging you to melt into his form. "talk to me."

after nothing more than a second, you do, because how could you not?

your head falls back as your spine molds into the bends and divots of tamaki's long torso, and a deep, shuddering sigh ripples out of you.

"i'm sorry, my love." tamaki feels your apology vibrate against his chest. "i just-, i've been extra stressed lately."

"about your project?"

"yes."

"why, angel?"

your neck twists, and you meet your prince's gaze in the complexity of his embrace, and tamaki sees the deep circles under your eyes. he notes how they had darkened since the last time he noticed them.

"i just have a lot riding on my grade for this course. my mother is counting on me for the future of her company, and if this project doesn't go well, then..."

"stop it." the comforting hug he had wrapped you in briefly vanishes as his touch pulls against your uniform. his fingers travel up your waist and forearms, gently grasping your shoulders as he spins you around to face him. "stop thinking like that."

when you're looking at him, his hands run up the rest of your body to your face, holding your jawline in his touch. "you've been working and worrying for two days, mon amour. you haven't been taking care of yourself, and there is nothing more important than your wellbeing."

his tone is different from his gallivanting, and incredibly endearing, dramatics. it's gracefully intense, like when he helped a struggling doctor find his way to his estranged daughter. the way he looks at you is also fierce, love and determination swimming in his purple irises.

"tamaki..."

"why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"

"i haven't had the time!" your voice tries weakly to defend yourself, but tamaki raises another eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "there isn't enough time in the day for me to work as hard as i have been and get a full night's rest."

"then why haven't you come to me about it?"

"i...i don't know." defeated, there is a drop in your gaze as you give up trying to defend yourself. "i thought i could do it on my own."

"you don't have to do anything on your own. not when you're with me." tamaki bends slightly to get into your line of sight. "you know you can talk to me, (y/n); that i'm here to give you anything and everything you need."

your (e/c) eyes whip back up to him. "i know that, love, but i-"

"no buts. you come to me if you need me. that's how it has always been for us."

the moonlight reflects off the small amount of wetness in your eyes, and tamaki's serious expression crumples. all of your stress and exhaustion breathes out of your body at his words. he smiles softly as you bury your face in his chest, placing his hand on your hair and another at your back, kissing the side of your head.

"i need you." your voice sings through the night, into the air as it's carried into the rose garden, red petals fully in bloom.

.oOo.

kyoya has seen this look before.

the tension of your lips as they writhe over your teeth. the slam of your footsteps as you make your way over to your usual seat across from him. especially the small smile you give to whomever greets you.

the smile that doesn't reach your eyes. the smile that falls immediately after you give some random excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation, and you let it fall because you think no one is looking.

but kyoya was watching.

"good morning, (y/n)." he greets over his laptop as you click open your own, and you meet his gaze briefly before turning your attention back to your computer, giving him the same dismissive smile.

being that he was your boyfriend, that hurt a little.

"good morning, kyo."

he lets his eyes linger on the bored, dull look that you attach to your screen, accompanied by your sluggish movements and purple smudges under your eyes. a dark eyebrow quirks from behind his glasses as your chest rises with a sigh, and your face crinkles despairingly at whatever you are working on.

"what are you doing?"

your lashes flick up to him once more before returning back to your task at hand. "i'm working on the budget."

he blinks a little at your reply. "still?"

the tension from your mouth seeps into your form at his question, and you shift in your seat. "yes, love, thank you so much for pointing that out."

lips parting slightly at the sarcasm in your voice, the club's director raises his fingers off of his keyboard, favoring to clasp them under his chin instead as a more calculating gaze sweeps the figure of his beloved.

he catches an eyebrow twitch, a flare of your nostrils, the way your head bobs slightly before you shake it, as if that could erase the pure exhaustion radiating from you.

yes, kyoya has seen this look before.

in the mirror.

"how much sleep did you get last night, my dear?"

this time, you don't even look at him when you answer. you just shrug at him, too focused on your typing to really concentrate on a reply. "i don't know. maybe an hour or so-."

a sharp flare of concern rises in his chest before you spin your computer on it's base, shoving the screen in his direction with a wary look in your eye. "does this look right to you? i feel like something's missing."

his hands are still at his mouth when he glances at the spreadsheet you two created together, the perfect, color coded numbers arranged into straight columns.

but his brow furrows even more the longer he looks at it. lowering his hands to the device, kyoya pulls it closer to him as he scrolls through, skimming the text for any sign of error or miscalculation.

he finds none.

"(y/n), this is perfect." his pupils dart across the page behind his frames. "i have no idea what you're stressing over."

the laptop is pulled away from him once more as you run a hand through your hair. "no, no." you hit the backspace button on your keyboard, tired eyes squinting over the excel sheet. "something isn't right."

your aggressive typing fills the air once more, a little more frenzied and anxious than a minute before.

kyoya leans back in his chair, still observing. "(y/n), have you been working out this budget since the time i sent it to you?"

"of course."

"that was two days ago."

"i know."

he stands, pushing out his chair, but you don't notice. "have you slept at all?"

"not really. i've been going through the math, the incoming inventory. sure, it looks perfect now, and we are within this month's spending range, but i know there's a way to save more money. if i could just-"

"that," the lid of your computer is suddenly pushed down, closing the screen in front of you. a pale hand with pianist-like fingers attached to it splays across your protective case. "is more than enough, then."

"kyoya!" you sit in front of him, shock emanating from your face as his name is gasped from your lips. "what the hell?"

kyoya leans in front of you, one hand bracing your laptop closed while the other slips into the pocket of his trousers. his raven hair falls into his eyes a little bit, but the gray color is still piercing and raw.

"my dear," he pulls away slightly, adding pressure onto your computer so that it drags to his side of the table. "you need to take a break."

"a break?" you rise as well, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but your director could tell that your patience was thinning. "i'm on the brink of figuring this out, and you want me to take a break?"

"you already have figured it out, (y/n). i looked it over. you found the solution."

"but it could be better."

quickly, kyoya rounds the table, walking into your space to grab one of your hands.

he places both of his palms around one of your own, trying to get through to you through his touch instead of his words, even if the connection was small.

"how much sleep have you had in the past forty-eight hours?"

abandoned by the distraction your work gave you, you now face your boyfriend head on as he studies your movements.

since the moment you met him, kyoya has always watched you intently. as a man who didn't involve himself with anything that he didn't care greatly for, the process of dating him has and will always include him taking the time to observe and study you; to commit your mannerisms to memory. gray irises will forever notice how you bounce your leg underneath your desk when you have something to say but won't say it out right. or how you take your (f/h/d) in the morning, and the exact brand that you use.

or how your face lights up when he comes into view from down the hallway, and you excuse yourself to meet him halfway.

or how you always seem to kiss him with soothing, deep movements, which always encourages him to respond in kind.

but, very rarely is that intent stare coupled with concern.

yet, here it was, bathing his beloved gaze as he waits for your reply, leaving you with an aching heart. you think back to they way you've been acting, cranky and stand-offish, and a pang of regret sparks in your stomach.

your hand adjusts slightly in his as you hold onto his grasp, albeit a little nervously.

"you want the truth?" your beautiful eyes break his gaze as you stubbornly shift in place.

"always."

"not very much. maybe three hours." he swallows as that sharp flare of concern burns into an engulfing flame in his torso. "in total."

A disappointed frown etches onto his handsome features, but it's not angry. it's sad.

sad that he didn't see your exhaustion before, not in it's totality. he saw your frequent yawns and the way you tended to drift off mid-conversation, but he was busy with work as well, and couldn't connect the dots until now.

"(y/n)-"

"i know, i know. it's not the best." you take a deep breath and look at him with more confidence, ready to admit to your actions. "the perfectionist in me kind of let loose. i'm sorry, i just wanted it to be the best that it could be. for the club, ya know? for you."

tugging on your clasped hands, a deep hum resonates from the ootori son as he draws you closer. soon, your hands naturally loop around his neck while he settles his hold at your waist.

his forehead rests on yours as he sighs deeply, and you close your eyes as his low voice reaches your ears. "i think the best thing for me and the club is for you to get some rest."

he smirks a little as he feels you giggle tiredly against him. "yeah, i think you're right."

kyoya chuckles softly as he raises his forehead off of yours to place a kiss in the same spot. "i'm always right, my dear."

.oOo.

"hikaru! stop it!"

arms caged yours as you writhed against his chest. your legs were wild as they kicked up into the air, barely missing your boyfriend as he picked you up from where you had sat on your desk.

"put me down right now! what are you even doing?"

he grunts a little as your swinging legs hit his calves before throwing you down on your bed. unceremoniously, the bed frame creaks with your weight as you land face first into your duvet.

a loud huff escapes you as you turn around from your position, seeing hikaru standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed, a victorious smile plastered onto his sharp mouth.

"well, i asked you to take a break from your studying. and you said 'make me.'" his fingers come to either side of his head to create quotation marks. "so i made ya."

"i didn't mean literally, jackass." you grumble as you shift. your palms push your body up off the bed and spin you so that you are seated properly on your comforter. scooting roughly to the edge of your mattress, you barely stand up before your pushed onto the bed again.

"hikaru!"

"nope. not gonna happen."

"i need to study!"

"that's what you've been saying for the past two days!" his rough voice sounds exasperated as he gestures wildly to you. "in the clubroom, in the cafeteria, on our facetime calls. shit, (y/n), i don't think there has been a single second where i haven't seen that textbook open in front of you."

he points to the hefty calculus book open on your desk, three quarters of the pages turned to one side.

"that's what studying is!" you move to get up again with another frustrated sigh. "my test is tomorrow, my love, i can't afford any breaks right now."

this time, instead of simply pushing your back onto the bed, hikaru pins you down. in a flash, golden eyes fill your vision as his fingers clamp around your wrist. when you fall back, his weight takes you down as he flops heavily on your chest.

"you're not going anywhere, baby. not until you tell me what's going on."

"nothing is going on." you huff, blowing a few of his ginger strands out of his face. "now get off me."

"i don't believe you." ever the stubborn twin, hikaru makes a point to wiggle his body on top of yours to amplify the fact that you have no hope of pushing him off. "and i'm not moving until i believe you."

"what?" you bite back.

a more serious tone laces his voice as he scans you. "today, during club hours, you looked like a zombie."

you shoot him a blank look. "thanks."

"a gorgeous zombie, but still."

"not helping."

a crease forms between his eyebrows at your usually soft, bright tone crackling into dry one. "you were dragging your feet, and talking to yourself more than usual. it was creepy."

you rolled your eyes, and hikaru watches as the bags under your eyes moved with the motion, his jaw setting into a firm line.

"so i'm not getting off of you until you tell me what's been up your ass lately."

offended, you gasp and writhe once more, trying to break free of the surprisingly strong grasp the hitachiin twin has on your wrists. "i don't have time for this!"

he chuckles a little at your flustered expression and sinks more of his weight onto your figure. "well, if you're not going to take a break, than i will. i think i'll take a little nap on this comfortable bed."

realizing he doesn't need to pin your arms down anymore with all of his weight on you, he lets go and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his arms and legs sprawling out over your uniform.

"don't you dare, hikaru!" you say as you try to bring your arms underneath him to push him off, but he's just a block of dead weight.

his breath hits your ear, and you can feel the mischievous smile on his lips. "oh, wow, this is a bumpy mattress." wriggling, he adjusts so that he locks perfectly into your body, and a deep sigh emits from his lungs. "that's better."

another weak push strains your muscles before you give up completely. flopping back onto the mattress, you let out a frustrated groan.

"hikaru, please."

"oh, the mattress speaks?"

"my love."

laughing, he presses a kiss onto the column of your throat. "what's up, baby?"

like a weighted blanket, hikaru's body flush against yours has calmed your heart rate slightly, and all the exhaustion and stress that you have been feeling suddenly comes to a head.

your arms lift from your sides to wrap around his toned back, and you turn your face into the divot connecting his shoulder and his collarbone, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne and laundry detergent.

"i've been awake for the past forty-eight hours."

his chest rumbles with a sympathetic hum. "i know."

"i'm tired."

his head pops up from the embrace, and sincerity shines in the liquid gold of his irises. "let's take a nap, and then we can figure something out afterwards, yeah?"

you can already feel your eyelids dragging over your pupils. "yeah, that sounds nice."

as you succumb to your fatigue, you barely register the way hikaru rolls off of you. his warmth returns when you feel an arm wedge itself under your waist and pull you to him so that you can lay on his chest with ease. the other wraps around your shoulders, and you feel his breath tickling the top of your head as he settles in beside you.

"thanks for telling me, baby."

.oOo.

"so, i think because i found the magnitude of this vector, than i should be able to find the acceleration, right?" kaoru asks, back hunched over his desk, spinning a pencil in his left hand as he concentrates on the paperwork in front of him.

when he doesn't get a response, he stops fidgeting and looks over to you: his incredibly intelligent, and usually helpful, partner.

you're sat next to him, slaving away at your laptop while he watches the blue light practically burn your retinas.

well, sat is a strong word.

you slouched, your neck barely able to keep your head on your shoulders as you worked at his desk, fingers robotically clicking at your mouse and dragging images to their predetermined place, your graphic design coming to fruition with each release of a button.

"(y/n)?"

at the sound of your name, your spine flinches slightly as it straightens. you whip your head towards him with such a quick motion, that he winces at the twist of the muscle, hoping you didn't get whiplash.

his hopes are dashed when you immediately face the front, bringing one of your hands up to massage the nape of your neck.

"are you okay?"

"i'm fine," you breathe, exhaustion sprinkled in your sigh. "what did you need?"

cautiously, kaoru slides his paper over to you while you shift closer to him, pulling your chair over until your legs touch underneath his desk.

"i don't know if i got this problem right."

through a yawn, your eyes scan his homework, everything coming together in a blurry font due to your lack of sleep. you can barely make out his handwriting on your best day, so the fact that you hardly think straight doesn't really help.

but you couldn't let kaoru know that.

"it looks good, babe."

he quirks a ginger eyebrow, glancing between the paper and then back up to where you sat.

"yeah?" he asks, studying you carefully.

"for sure."

"okay, well then," your boyfriend flips the paper over, where another disarray of words meet you. he scribbles something out before circling an answer choice from his options, then looks back at you. "that must be right, too, yeah?"

you nod, blinking slowly. "mhmm." you turn to look at him, a small smile on your lips. "you're so smart, love."

his lips curve up into a half-smirk as he tilts his head, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. golden irises squint as he glances over your face once more. "it's a smiley face."

your smile fades. "huh?"

the sneaky twin gestures towards the paper again, and after rubbing your palms over your eye-sockets, a happy face penciled in lead comes into accusing focus.

"i drew a smiley face, and you said i was smart." kaoru summarizes, a deadpan tone only being interrupted slightly as he laughs through his sentence. "what is going on with you?"

a frustrated whine ripples past your throat as you rest your head in your hands. your voice breaks into a quiet groan, and while your volume doesn't rise, your disappointment does. "god, this essay is making me lose my mind! i can't even think clearly, let alone write three more pages of this shit."

"hey, woah." kaoru rests his hand against your spine and rubs it, moving his hand back and forth in calming motions. "talk to me."

another deep sigh rushed out of you as you talk behind your hands, and your poor boyfriend can't hear a single thing.

the hand on your back glides to the side of your face, bringing your chin up and out of your grasp. he locks his gaze with yours as he leans back in his chair. "try again, babe."

"this essay makes me want to jump off a cliff."

"and you were gonna do that without me? i thought we had an agreement."

"shut up." despite yourself, you laugh.

the fingers on your chin shift to your scalp while he laughs with you, pushing only a few of the stray hairs away from your face. "have you slept?"

"not well."

kaoru notes a redness in your eyes he didn't see before. "not well, or not at all?"

you roll your eyes a little, but he knows it's not directed at him. you're disappointed in yourself. "a mix of both." hastily you look back at him, widening your eyelids a little at a poor attempt to look more awake.

"but it's no big deal!" your voice is a little too bright. "i can catch up on sleep once i submit this paper."

the gingered twin squints his eyes, but to your surprise, he shrugs, spinning in his office chair as he refocuses on his work. "yeah, i guess you're right. i get it."

your mouth was slightly agape at the fact that that actually worked. "you get it?"

"yeah. sometimes, people just can't sleep enough with everything going, ya know? i only got two hours of sleep last night, so i understand what you're going through."

there's a pause. kaoru fights a smirk as he scratches an equation into the top right of his paper.

"what?" a concerned voice reaches his ears, and he almost feels bad for lying. "only two hours?"

"mhmm." he hums, not even giving you a second glance.

"kaoru," the sweetest whine escapes your lips as he feels a hand on his shoulder. he steels his expression into one of confused nonchalance as he faces you again, only to be met with the spot you get between your crinkled eyebrow when you're worried. "why didn't you tell me?"

"what do you mean? it's not a big deal."

"yes it is!" your other hand reaches his opposite shoulder, and he turns to face you fully, reveling in your touch as you move to cradle his face. "sleep is important, babe, you can't just-"

his grin widens as a flash of realization flutters across your face. The worry in your features melts into a blank expression, and he laughs as you push his face away from yours, muttering a "jackass" under your breath.

the sneaky twin closes the distance though, pulling your chair ever closer to his to where nothing was standing in his way to pull you to his lap. you resist slightly, pouting as your sat into the space between his legs, but a natural, familiar gravity pulls you towards him anyway, and your face rests gently in the crook of his neck.

"rest for a couple minutes, okay? your paper will be here when you wake up."

a contended sigh seeps out of you as your exhaustion bubbles up to the surface. your eyelids begin to drop when you speak into his neck. "and what about you?"

kaoru's arms come to wrap around your folded form, burying you closer into his chest. "i'll always be here."

.oOo.

mori had gotten used to your talkative nature. being a man of little words, you complimented him well with your bright, energetic commentary about anything that excited you.

he supposed that he hadn't just gotten used to your bubbly personality shining through your lovely voice, he had come to love it; to rely on it.

so, when you entered your usual sparring session with your heels dragging on the wooden floor of the dojo, not only did the air feel off, he felt off.

your white gi hung off your rounded shoulders, the karate belt around your waist haphazardly tied in a knot at the front. and while you still looked as stunning as ever, mori could feel the confusion and worry well up in his chest.

he stood up from stretching out his hamstrings, his long body gracefully walking over to you to greet you with his usual hug. your smile was tired, and when you wrapped your arms around his thin waist, he felt you snuggle more into his hold and release a breath.

still gripping his waist, you looked up at him, your grin still exhausted but content when you propped your chin on his chest to meet his eyes.

"hey." you said, and your voice was airy and cracked.

"hi."

"how was your day?"

"good." his palms tightened on your back. "yours?"

you could barely keep your eyes open as you shrugged. "meh. it was interesting."

"yeah?"

"yeah." still, even in your tired state, you inched your face closer to his, a dazed look in your eye. "but we can talk about it later."

a disbelieving, good-natured scoff left him as a sharp exhale, your boyfriend knowing full-well that would not want to talk about it later. but he met you halfway, and your lips met in a lazy, soft kiss as he lowered his head to yours.

you had nearly put all of your weight onto him at this point, and as you sunk into his grip, he arched his back to counteract the force. his hands glided from your waist to your cheeks as he tilted his head, smirking slightly at the warm hum that left your throat.

pulling away, he kept his forehead on yours as he held you. a breathy left glazed over his face when you separated from him, and he opened his eyes to see a light curve on your plump lips.

"thanks, takashi. i needed that."

that brought all of his worries rushing back.

"(y/n)..." and you opened your eyes at the way he said your name. since mori wasn't the most vocal man you've been with, you learned to pick up on his tonal cues.

your name could be spoken in many ways. a gentle breeze as he tells you that he loves you, a deep inhale as you, yet again, prove your the clumsiest human alive, or maybe a groan in the late, late hours of the night.

this one was a mild warning, forming at the front of his mouth as he stares at you, deep brown eyes boring into yours with earnest.

"what?" you didn't want him to ask. but, he was kind and loving and really fucking stubborn. so, of course he was.

"what's wrong?"

a whine bubbled to the surface of your soft pallet as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck, even if you had to stand on your tip-toes to do so. abandoning your hold on his waist, you preferred to bring your arms up and around his shoulders, locking them around the back of his neck.

"i don't want to talk about it."

"what happened?"

"nothing, really. i promise."

"doesn't feel like nothing. here," gently, you felt a pressure on your hips as mori pushes you out of his hold, instead moving to grab your hand as he leads you to a traditionally decorated wall of the dojo.

letting go, the stoic leans his back against the wall before sliding down, tucking his lanky form into a sitting position before inviting you to do the same. "sit with me."

and he looked so sweet, his gaze hardened on the surface but filled with emotion and weight within it's depths. so how could you say no?

plus, he really wouldn't stop until you told him.

taking a spot next to him, you let your head roll onto the back of the wall before resting it on his shoulder. and the spot was so comfortable, so familiar, you wanted to fall asleep right there.

mori was stubborn, yes, but he was also patient. he waited like a boulder against the tide as you gathered your thoughts, loyal and permanent and determined to help you through whatever was plaguing you.

in your thoughtful silence, he imagined the stress you had been baring when you were assigned that presentation in class. even if you were energetic and outspoken, he knew public speaking terrified you. the pure panic that had erupted in your irises when you told him about the ten-minute powerpoint you had to put together in three days told him everything he needed to know about how your weekend was going to go.

that was two days ago, and he had suggested this impromptu sparring match to give you a little bit of a break. physical activity always cleared his head when he was stretched, and he figured if he could remind you how strong you were, then you could convince yourself that this would be a piece of cake.

but the bags under your eyes and the unanswered calls from him on your cell-phone made him think that this had been harder on you than he had originally expected.

a small snore broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at the source.

your eyes were peacefully closed, and your lips were parted as deep, calm breaths washed in and out of your chest. he relaxed slightly into the wall, and smiled as you cuddled closer to him in his small movement.

kissing the top of your head, he rested his cheekbone upon your hair as he rested his eyes as well.

you two would talk later. it wasn't physical activity you needed, or even a helping hand if you had let him.

all you needed, really, was a little bit of rest.

.oOo.

"(n/n)-chan! (n/n)-chan!"

honey bounced up to your desk as you typed away, usa-chan banging against the side of his calves as he stopped at the end of your chair. "wanna play with me, (n/n)-chan?"

you barely spared him a glance, but your eyes met his with a quick shake of your head as you returned your urgent glance to your laptop. "not right now, honey. sorry."

the blonde's bouncing stopped, a little to awe-struck at your rejection to feel sad about it. he was more confused than anything. you never said no to him.

a deep, apparent wrinkle appeared between his brows as the boy-lolita tugged on your sleeve, causing your fingers to slip off the keyboard slightly as you typed. "please?"

"what the-?" your hand having slipped, it gently brushes the cup of tea near your working space, and you gasp before rolling your eyes. "no, honey. i told you, i can't. go play with usa-chan, okay?" you quickly pulled your sleeve out of his grasp and got back to your work, leaving him deflated at your side.

this time he was pouting, and the wrinkle on his forehead turned from confused to determined as he walked around to the opposite side of the table to crawl into the chair across from you.

"what are you workin' on?"

this time your eyes flicked up to him for a longer moment. you wondered why he couldn't leave you alone, but you guessed it was better that he was sitting over there rather than pulling at your uniform and keeping you from your work. "the club's website."

he gasped as he swung his legs on the chair, too short to reach the ground from this height. "ooh, are you making it pretty?"

a sigh came from deep within you as your eyes squinted, zooming in on something on the other side of your screen. "you could say that."

"what are you doing to it?"

you shrugged, still focused on your work. "formatting, graphic designing, boring tech stuff."

"cool!" honey excitedly places his palms on the table, seeing if he sat up straighter, he could get a better view. "how do you know how to do all that?"

you suspiciously scanned him over as he edged closer, pulling your computer forward on the table. "lots of practice."

a high-pitched hum exudes from the third-year as he tilts his head, almost fully on the table now, but something has caught your eye, and your back to your furious typing, not noticing how close he's gotten.

his voice sounds distant in your focus. "couldn't you take a break? for cake? a cake break?" he giggles, but his smile falters when you don't hear his joke.

"haven't taken a break in two days, honey. not gonna start now." your voice is low and inattentive, trailing off as you scroll through the columns and columns of pictures and texts.

still crawling towards you, his brown eyes widen slightly. "two days?" he gasps, and begins to count on his fingers. "that's uhhh..." honey counts his fingers under his breath for a moment before he brightens with an answer. "forty eight hours worth of work! did you even sleep?"

"nope. no sleep. kyoya needs this done by tonight."

"what?!" at that, honey stands to his full height, his small but strudy weight easily supported by the desk underneath him. you jerk back as he points a finger in your face, his voice still young but firm as he speaks down to you. "you need to take a nap right now!"

"honey!" the blonde has your full attention now. "get down!"

"nope!" his pink lips pop the 'p' noise as he shakes his head defiantly. "not until you agree to sleep! kyo-chan can wait."

your hands come up in an exasperated motion and you stand up, pushing your chair out from under you. "honey, this table is not stable. you're gonna fall if you don't get down!"

"will you take a break?"

"i can't!"

"well, then i'm not coming down." folding his arms across his chest, he puffs it out, a proud look on his face.

his confident aura melts, however, when the table shifts with his dramatic movement.

you suck in a breath as honey throws his arms out to balance himself, barely keeping the table at bay as he wiggles side to side.

"okay! okay, i'll take a ten-minute nap! just, please sweetheart, get down from there."

even in the midst of chaos of his own making, honey still finds the. motivation to negotiate. "twenty minutes!"

"fine!" you round the table and extend your arms, and he leaps into them as you pick him up. your heart rate slows as you hold him while the table falls with the loss of his added weight, your tea and computer skidding to opposite sides of the tile.

blankly, you look at honey as he winces at the impact, and then at the dark aura that slowly begins to crowd around your frame.

"i can pay for that." he promises.

.oOo.

your knee bounces under your desk as you watch haruhi's eyes flick over your screen, the words you spent two days writing reflecting back in her dark brown eyes as she reads your work.

your hands are clasped in front of your lips, keeping you from saying anything like 'i changed my mind!' or 'okay, you can stop now', because you're pretty sure haruhi would ignore you anyway.

she had insisted on reading your short story. it was something you did in your free time, and it was something she knew you took pride in.

sometimes, if you felt courageous enough, you would submit them into newspapers, or maybe magazines and blogs if you were really going all out, this past weekend being one of those times. day in and day out, you sat at your writing desk, typing away for what felt like mere seconds as the story in your mind began to unfold onto the pages in front of you. barely any food and close to no sleep rendered a masterpiece of literature, or at least that was what haruhi had assured you she would call it if you let her proof-read it.

your natural host promised that it would take her only a few minutes to read the whole thing, and then you could be on your way to submit it to the magazine's editor. plus, it was the least you could do since you basically ignored her calls and used up all of your study-date time to edit and revise your concluding paragraph.

but finally, finally, after many torturous seconds, your girlfriend leans back. her hands wrap around the edge of your macbook to only shut the laptop halfway and push it aside, turning her full attention back to you.

very briefly, you pulls your hands away from your mouth to ask the question you've been dreading. "what do you think?"

the gentle look that haruhi always wears stays frozen for a moment, but slowly starts to melt into a soft smile as she meets your nervous gaze. "it's good, love. it's really good."

straightening, your eyes widen as you bite your lip. "really?"

her smile gets brighter as amazement floods your cheekbones. "really."

"oh my god." releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, you throw yourself into the back of your chair. pulling your palms up and around, they rake over your face before scratching through your hair, a groan morphing into a laugh as relief sputters out of you. you feel like you need to say it again, probably louder for good measure. "oh my god! you really liked it?"

the honor student's deep laugh joins yours as watches you bask in a job well done. "why would i lie about that?"

touching down to earth, you shrug, your hands falling into your lap. "because you love me, and you would do anything to make me happy?"

she snorts, leaning forward as she is drawn into your space. "you're right. i do love you. probably just enough to never lie to you again."

a teasing smile curves your lips as you fake offended disbelief, scooting closer so that your knees slip between her own. "again?"

brunette eyebrows work upwards as haruhi mirrors your smirk, nodding as she gets even closer. "mhmm."

"and what have you lied about, haruhi dear?" her breath is mixing in with yours now, and she keeps her kiss barely out of reach, her lips grazing yours as she responds.

"about letting you leave tonight."

"wha-?" your eyebrows knit as haruhi shoots out of her chair, and before you can protest, she is straddling your hips, one of her legs on either side of you as you blush at her sudden proximity.

"haruhi!" but even if your voice sounds surprised, you hold her closer, your palms coming to rest on her thighs.

"when was the last time you slept?" she asks, suddenly serious as she cups your face in her hands.

"last night." you say, but she squints at your response.

"for how long?"

"enough." you whine, bringing your hands around her waist, encouraging her to be flush against you. "don't worry about it."

"(y/n), you look exhausted. i'm going to be worried about it."

you look at her for a moment before realizing that she isn't going to back down. shoulders slumping, you drop your head onto her shoulder, hugging her close to your body. "two hours. maybe."

a displeased noise expels from her throat, but suddenly you feel slender fingers rubbing your back, toying with the hairs on the back of your neck. "you need to sleep."

making a grunt of blind agreement, you melt into her hold, the excitement and anxiousness you felt about your story being blown away by a gust of drowsiness. the scratches on your scalp weren't helping.

"like right now." she emphasizes, and tries to wiggle out of your hold, but you were stronger. tightening your grip around her slim waist.

her shoulders shake with another endearingly low laugh as she hugs you back. "let's get to the bed, love."

you don't think you've ever slept deeper in your life.

.oOo.

starting to write again, and i used this as a little exersise to get back into it. hopefully it can tide you over! i'll see you soon :)

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by the way

i will write for any of the characters in OHSHC, so if there is a scenario that has been rotting in your brain, please let me bring it to light for you :)

i've also been obsessed with spy x family, so loid and yor will forever be in my writing heart.

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(BONUS!) Lavender Roses ~ Kyoya Ootori x Reader

first, for you: thank you so much for 200 followers and for 2k reads on wattpad. i wanted to give back a little to you guys for reading my work and actually enjoying it :) i'll probably do something like this for all the milestones! love you, i hope you're having a great day :)

-> this is canon to lavender roses!

-> summary: That left one more person.

Swiftly but cautiously, the entire club turned towards the center of the front row, where a raven-haired, glasses-wearing, very handsome pain in your side sat on one side of a double recliner, legs crossed and arms folded as if he wasn’t the cause of all this.

-> word count: 2.4k (just a drabble/oneshot)

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Weekend Movie Night :)

Your tongue curled against the roof of your mouth as you reeled in your patience, feeling a rush of air whip down your sternum and around your ribcage as you willed the rising annoyance back into the place it belonged.

Evening out your shoulders, you once again lift your hands at either side, grasping two plastic covers as you gestured sharply to the two movies in your grasp.

They did this every weekend.

Every weekend, you stood in front of the tv of your home theater, your house being the ideal place for movie night considering the constant absence of your parents, and every weekend the host club stared at you like two heads had just grown out of your waste, shouting at you to just give up and get a new set of friends already.

Or was that just in your head?

“Okay, this is your last chance,” You warned, fighting the urge to throw down the discs and locking yourself in your bedroom. “Or we are definitely going to watch whatever Honey-senpai brought with him. What was it again, Honey?”

Looking over to the boy-lolita, he looked so small perched on the lap of his taller cousin, a soft yellow hoodie and basketball shorts a stark contrast to the black t-shirt and joggers the stoic wore. His blonde hair perked up, and the light in his eyes got impossibly brighter when you spoke to him, and for a minute, you weren’t totally terrified of his answer.

But Honey said it with a smile, one too bright for his choice of film.

A shudder passed through the host club, save for Kyoya, who wrote in his journal, uninhibited by the world around him. Even the twins looked gray at the mention of the children’s film.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t watch that again.” A deep, feminine voice sounded as Haruhi complained, and your gaze glanced to the double recliner that she and Tamaki shared, a comfortable blanket draped over their legs. Haruhi had put space between them, but the prince was inching ever closer, and the way Haruhi was side-eyeing him, he was on the border of her punching range.

“We watched that last week, Honey-senpai…” Hikaru said, throwing a hand over his eyes as he reclined on one of the double recliners in the second row of the theater.

“...it wasn’t good then, and it wasn’t good the other four times.” Kaoru added, sounding equally exasperated as he shifted the pillow he was using onto Hikaru’s shoulder, trying to get into a more comfortable position.

“Well, then how about we all vote on a movie, and then we won’t have to watch it.” You said, shifting your weight onto the other foot as you extended your arm, holding one of the movie options out in front of you before doing the same thing with the right.

“Ponyo? Or A Quiet Place?”

It was like comparing apples and oranges. Or rather beautiful goddesses with deaf, bloodthirsty monsters.

“I’m telling you, A Quiet Place is one of the best movies I have ever seen.” Rising from his seat, Hikaru grabs the attention of the host club as they turn back to look at him, even as Kaoru falls flat on the recliner after leaning on his brother so heavily.

“It has everything.” The Hitachiian twin starts counting on his fingers aggressively. “Romance, horror, representation. At the very beginning, you will be on the edge of your seat.”

“It is too much!” A dramatic shout emits from the front row, and Tamaki raises his hands in the air before running them through his perfect hair, his casual lavender cardigan slipping down his forearm. “This is the one afternoon where we can be together in a calm, peaceful environment. I will not be rested by a woman giving birth in a bathtub.”

Exasperatingly, his fingers find his forehead as he reminds the group in disappointment. “Not to mention, the Japanese dub is terrible.”

“Plus Ponyo is cute! Her big eyes and the little fishies.” Another giggle escaped the martial arts master as he looked up at Mori, milk chocolate mixing in with deep cocoa. “Don’tchya think, Takashi?”

“Yeah.” A firm nod pulled the stoic’s neck. “I like the story.”

Another sigh rushed through your nose as you nodded. “Okay, now we are getting somewhere. Three votes for Ponyo, and one for A Quiet Place. Kaoru?”

“Hm?” The ginger-haired twin lifts his head from the pillow, squinting his eyes at your silhouette that was illuminated from the large movie screen behind you.

“Ponyo or A Quiet Place?”

Drowsiness filled his voice, which you were used to. Used to being the early riser of the twins, he was also used to a stricter bedtime of 10pm, one that your group constantly surpassed during these watch parties.

But he made a lazy gesture towards his much more awake brother before letting his hand drop on the couch below him. “Whatever Hikaru said.”

And then the sneaky twin turned in the chair, facing the back leather cushions, cutting himself out of the conversation.

“Okay then, Kaoru adds another vote for Quiet Place. Not like he’s going to watch it anyways.” You muttered the last part under your breath before turning sharply towards your favorite club member.

“Haruhi?”

“Like I said before, I vote for A Quiet Place. I like the cinematography and the acting. We can watch it with subtitles, so the dub thing is an easy fix,” She said flippantly, shoving her shoulder into Tamaki’s as he tried to wrap his arms around her with tears in his eyes, begging her to choose something else.

That left one more person.

“Kyoya?” There’s a slight plea in your voice. “Which one do you want to see?”

You desperately hold the two movies out in front of him, shoving the choices into his line of sight.

But his gray eyes held your stare, an arch in his eyebrow framing them like gothic architecture.

“I’ve said it once before, and I have no intention of changing my mind.” Pale fingers reach to adjust the frame of his glasses as he pauses.

“I, in all honesty, could not care less.”

Groans sound from the entire movie theater, and you are almost brought to your knees as you throw your head back into a whine. “Kyoya!”

“And I still don’t understand why I am to be the tie breaker? Why can’t you decide on our movie?” His calculating gaze lands on you, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

You lose.

“Because, Kyoya, I am the host! The host doesn’t choose the movie, that’s just rude.”

“Technically, we are all hosts, so your logic is flawed.”

“Oh my god.” You wanted to smack your head with one of these discs.

Instead, you rested your head onto the plastic covers, shielding your frustrated face from your friends.

How do you get him to choose a goddamn movie?

“Why are you even here if you won’t choose a movie, Senpai?” Hikaru asks, uncrossing his legs so that Kaoru can lay down in his lap. “Might as well just go home at this point.”

Kyoya’s simple button down barely shifts as he gives Hikaru a side glance. “I was invited.” A smile rests on his face, and you think he might almost like delaying the movie like he was. “It would be a shame to turn it down.”

“You are one of the most decisive people I know.” You say from behind the movies. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“I make decisions for things I care about. For example, I decided to come to this homemade screening because it was good for the club’s morale.” Another knowing smirk twists into his lips. “But this…this is not something that affects me.”

Squinting your eyes, Kyoya watched as the cute, teasing desperation that had wrinkled your face hardened into a sinister amusement. He arched a brow as you creeped closer to his seat.

“Doesn’t affect you? Did you not hear what I said earlier?” You ask, an evil glint in your eye.

The ravenet faced you dead on though, almost sounding bored as he challenged you. “When you failed to admit that you were a hypocrite, as you are making everyone choose a movie except yourself?”

Your eyebrow twitched. “No, before that.”

Kyoya hummed, a finger coming to rest on his chin. “No, I think I might’ve had other things on my mind more important than this.”

“Ah, so you don’t know the stakes.” Tamaki said, a taunt in his buttery voice. You were closer now, as was the rest of the host club, leaning in like spiders on a web, and Kyoya was the fly caught in the string.

“What stakes?” The megane asks, the space in between his brows slightly folding together.

Now it was your turn to be arrogant, the drawl of your voice inflicting something higher than thou. “If you don’t pick one, Kyo, we’re just gonna watch what Honey-senpai wants to watch.”

Even if it was just the slightest bit, as you inched closer to the director, you saw his eyelids widen at your threat.

“That’s not possible, we just watched it last week.” Was that a waver in his voice?

“Oh yes, Kyo,” You said, reaching your destination. Resting one hand on the arm of the chair closest to his body while the other settled on the back of the cushion, you caged Kyoya between you and the chair, blocking any means of escape. “We’re gonna watch My Little Pony.”

If he had a reaction to your closeness, which – considering the small blush that Mori and Haruhi noticed on his cheeks – he did, it was small and unimportant to the impending threat hanging over his head. Flashbacks flew through his mind of the nauseating music, the jokes meant for five year olds, and the infuriating notion that Twilight was an intellectual scholar.

He would be a genius too if he had a magic horn coming out of his forehead bending to his will.

At first, he didn’t believe you. Gray eyes searched (e/c) ones with an investigative glance, but he found nothing but determination and smugness swirling in the captivating orbs.

Internally, he had already admitted defeat. Not only does he want to avoid that goddamned movie as much as possible, but he had come here to spend time with his friends; spend time with you. And all this back and forth had been fun for a while, but it was far past the time for you to stop worrying, sit down, and relax beside him.

Plus, he would never admit how you had just blocked him into a corner.

Rolling his eyes to break away from your intense stare, Kyoya deepend his posture into the leather recliner, breathing a sigh of refined resignation before giving you his vote.

“A Quiet Place.” His deep voice rumbled through the suspense in the movie theater, and he reveled in the change of your expression.

Your eyes brightened from their darker state into something excited, but whether it was from the fact that you had won or the fact that he had picked the movie that you secretly wanted, he couldn’t tell.

That gorgeous smile of yours burst from the seams of your lips before you released him from his perfumed prison, standing up and triumphantly holding the winning movie in the air.

“A Quiet Place it is!”

A cheer from Hikaru resounded over a tired sigh from Kaoru behind the megane, even if it was covered by the whine and cries of the most immature host: his best friend beside him.

“Mon ami! You can’t make me watch something so violent!” Tamaki laments, and you almost lose yourself in the purple puppy dog eyes that glistened in the dimming lights.

“Tamaki, if you watch this, I’ll let you borrow one of my super comfortable hoodies, okay?”

Immediately, the prince was in awe, and his smile was almost as bright as his hair.

“Really?”

A sweet giggle tumbled out of your throat. “Really.”

Then that was it. After popping in the disc, you took your seat next to your director, just as he sat beside his manager. The movie screen glowed with the opening credits as the lights went out completely, the colors of the screen flashing across your face.

You reached over the arm of the chair before pulling out a fluffy blanket. Throwing most of it around your legs, you glanced at Kyoya’s crossed ones, which were currently uncovered.

“Do you want to share the blanket?” You whispered, and Kyoya’s gaze shot from the screen to you, then down to the blanket, then to you again.

After realizing how that might have sounded, you quickly tried to help him understand where you're coming from, stumbling over your quiet words as the first scene played. “Or I can get you another one! There are a couple folded over there, I just know it can get chilly in here, so-”

The blanket was gingerly tugged from your grasp as Kyoya flicked it out, causing the fabric to spread and drape over the both of you. In order to be fully under the warmth of the throw, you had to scoot in closer to the center, causing the sides of your bodies to touch ever so slightly.

You shifted away immediately, conscious you might be making him uncomfortable. “Is this okay? Too much?”

There it was again, that shift in his face as his eyes widened that you wouldn’t be able to see without only being inches from his form. But instead of the cautious motions that had come afterward, his face softened into an ever-so-faint grin, and he rested more into the couch, intentionally pushing your shoulders together.

“This is fine.” He whispered back, and it was good that he was okay with it, considering you curled into him with each moment of suspense and every jump scare.

again, thank you so much. you're lovely to write for :)

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Lavender Roses ~ (Kyoya Ootori X Reader)

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.

Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

-> word count: 5.6k

-> summary: “It was my fault.” The boy sighed and leaned back in his chair, letting his hand snake behind his glasses to rub his eyes. “I have admittedly been slightly distracted these past couple of weeks and overestimated the amount of profit we would receive from the photobook sales.”

“Distracted? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“I haven’t really felt like myself, as of late.”

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legend

(f/s) ~ favorite snack

(f/d) ~ favorite drink

(f/f) ~ favorite fandom

(n/l) ~ native language

(h/c) ~ hair color

(e/c) ~ eye color

Beware the Physical Exam! pt. 1

Cherry blossoms blanketed the grass, a spring breeze billowing the strands of your hair away from your face. You took a deep breath, enjoying the way the sweetened air weaved its way into your lungs, refreshing and light. Leaning back into the chair you resided, you closed your eyes and let the sunlight ice over your face.

You had suggested a flower-viewing reception from a lone windowsill in the music room. The host club watched as you leaned against the glass, entranced by the cherry trees scattered across their campus. The calmness that surrounded you made it hard to say no, especially when you looked so incredibly happy when they said yes.

Blinking your eyes open, your vision refocused onto the party surrounding you. Maroon tables dotted the park, each with their own arrangement of flowers and pastries. Around them, guests gathered, laughing and swooning over your friends, as flowy as the petals above you. A sentimental feeling blossomed into your heart, and you were grateful for the moments of happiness you got to create for others.

“(Y/n).”

You tilted your head upwards to meet Kyoya’s gaze as he held out a small stack of photo books in front of you.

“It’s time.” The megane’s head turned to look at the table of your favorite Hitachiians, where another brotherly ruse was under way.

“Kaoru!” Hikaru yelled as hot tea conveniently seared his brother’s finger. With his eyebrows stitched together, the redhead brought his twin’s finger to his lips, hoping that his kiss will heal Kaoru’s wounds.

“Honestly Kaoru,” He scolded as his lips moved around the burned appendage, “you have to be careful.” His gaze moved to meet orbs identical to his own, an over exaggerated longing flashing across his brown irises.

“From now on, keep your eyes on me, okay?” A whispering, pleading tone rang out from the twin’s lips, and Kaoru pushed a light blush to his pale cheeks.

Kaoru released a breathy sigh. “Yes, Hikaru.”

There was a pause as the boys stared into each other before the two girls in front of them burst into flustered squeals.

You rolled your eyes as you walked with Kyoya towards the performance. “What a waste of talent, really.” Sarcasm leaks from your voice with every word, earning a hint of a chuckle from your friend beside you.

As you near the twins, the girls are now blushing, one covering her eyes.

“Oh I can’t take it!” She whines, turning fully away from the brotherly-love, her face red as a rose. “It’s too overwhelming!”

Her friend takes a stance of seriousness. Urgently, she grabs her friend's shoulders and spins her back around.

“You have to watch this!” She encourages, trying to pry the other’s hands from her face. “You may not get another chance, who knows when this will happen again!”

Taking your cue, you and Kyoya appear suddenly behind the two flushed guests, fanning out a series of photobooks in each hand. You two are a pair, matching in uniform and expression. The only difference was that you had a bag crossing your torso, carrying the multiple copies you were planning to sell for the day. A host smile appears on both your faces, a practiced move for a practiced moment. The girls turn around in awe, scanning the pictures on the covers.

“You are absolutely right, Mademoiselle.” Kyoya begins as he lifts a cherry tree branch from above him, regarding the petals dreamily. “All beauty is fleeting. Just look at these cherry blossoms.” He twirls the small branch around in his fingers as a flower or two breaks off.

“You’ll never be able to see them this vibrantly again.” His introduction is punctuated as more petals fall to the grass below. You perk up, moving the books closer to the girls so that they may have a better look.

“That’s why we’ve compiled these picture books that contain photos that capture the beauty of the host club in each passing day. If you ladies are interested in collecting all four of them, we will discount the full set for you.” You set 5 covers on the table out in front of them, your’s and Kyoya’s book being left out of the publishing.

The girls hurriedly flip through the books, tiny squeals escaping as they find each picture.

“I’ll take them!”

“Me too, please!”

A gentle smile plays on your lips as Kyoya writes down their orders. The picture books are picked up, and the two of you leave to another table to perform the same pitch once again.

The ginger brothers look on as you leave, deadpanning at Kyoya’s quickness to make money at the most insignificant opportunity.

“They are an annoyingly good team.” Kaoru says as he places his hands on his hips, while his brother mirrors the pose.

“Yeah. And now we know how the club makes extra money.” Hikaru thinks for a moment.

“But I have to wonder…”

“...When did they take pictures of us?”

The twins watch again as the pair of you make your way to another table, shrugging and returning to their work.

A while later, you reached into your bag for a refill of printed photos, only to come up empty. Discarding the pouch from your shoulders, you dramatically let it fall with a heavy thud onto one of the chairs of an empty table.

“I think we just sold out, Kyo.”

The ravenet broke his attention from his black book to watch the fabric of the bag as it deflated, looking significantly more hollow than before. A content smirk made its way to his face as he hummed before making a new note in his journal.

“That’s good news. It seems that we will have to order more copies than we previously expected.”

“Looks like we make quite the team.” You proudly simper at him, walking to look over his shoulder at what he is writing.

Kyoya makes a noise of agreement as he opens the grip of his journal slightly, causing the spine of the book to widen, giving you more visual access to his notes. He couldn’t stop himself from allowing you to be as close to him as you wanted too.

You always theorized that a person’s handwriting is akin to a physical rendition of how their voice sounds. The font of each note is unique to that individual, created by the visualization of their own thoughts and the way they hold their pen.

So, of course, one of the first things you noticed when you first met the Ootori boy was his handwriting. Thin, neat lines created perfect Japanese characters across the page. It was strategic and sharp in most places, an example of perfect penmanship.

The margins, however, told a different story. While the main space of the page was precise, the margins were filled with calculations, afterthoughts, and even doodles of spirals and geometric shapes. Your eyes followed his pen as it scribbled across the crisp paper in one of the corners, the formerly thin characters becoming thick and rushed, contrasting to the elegance in the center.

When you looked at his countless crammed pages, you felt like you understood his mind a little more. Whatever he labeled creative and scrupulous was dismissed in order to make space for his bigger issues. His thoughts were defined and organized, those of importance were sure to catch his gaze first, and those added were scribbled into the borders of the page, saved for later.

You smirked when you caught a small smiley face that you had penciled in during a late study session the other night. You were pleasantly surprised to see it hadn’t been erased.

Another small breeze passed over you as you backed away from him, your legs leading you to take a seat in the shade of a tree near the middle of the meadow. Crossing your ankles, your back dragged lightly down the strong bark of the trunk until you reclined fully on the plush grass beneath you.

Kyoya followed you, choosing to lean against the tree rather than sit, complaining that if you wanted to pay to remove the grass stains that would inevitably streak your apron, that was your choice.

“You don’t seem to have many guests today, (Y/n).” He observes, still writing on his precious pages.

You shrug, watching the crowd of people before as they enjoy handheld tarts and tea. “I told them I would be working with you today rather than hosting. Some of them still came to enjoy the event and say hi, but I guess the others didn’t have enough motivation.” You smile and wave as you catch the eye of one of the girls who sees you regularly, her dyed hair swaying as she turns her attention back to her conversation.

“So you cleared your entire schedule to spend time with me? What a waste of an afternoon.” Kyoya teases, and you wish he would look up from his notes to see the daggers shooting from your playful glare.

Kyoya, on the other hand, had taken a like to this new urge to flirt with you, in his own style. It was never something he thought he would do so openly, but since all of this was quite new to him, he didn’t mind.

Before you could respond, a sharp whine resonated throughout the calm atmosphere.

Tamaki crouches next to you, resting his forehead against the base of the tree.

“Say, Mommy dear?” The blonde quietly pouts, his voice just above a whimper.

It takes everything in you not to giggle as you see Kyoya’s head fall slightly in defeat. But he lifts his pen off his paper and smiles softly, not bothering to look back at Tamaki.

“What is it now, Daddy?”

Your lips fold between your teeth, cheekbones defining as you contain the laugh that bubbles in your chest.

Tamaki’s eyebrows stitch together, a downcast look on his face. “I have a new theory. I mean, it’s just my hypothesis, but it seems that by being in the same class, Hikaru and Kaoru are able to spend more time with Haruhi that I get to here at the club! This gives them a chance to get close to her, and if that happens-!”

You stand, shaking your head in sympathy as you interrupt your friend. “Tamaki…”

“You just now realized that?” Kyoya asks, leaving Tamaki completely shocked and speechless, deflating completely.

The prince watches you incredulously as a whiteboard appears out of absolute nowhere. Filing away his notebook, Kyoya’s posture straightens. He whips out a long pointer from his jacket pocket as you arrange two pie charts on the board.

“According to my research,” Ootori begins, one hand casually in his pocket as he points to left pie chart, “in a single day, the twins spend roughly nine hours of class time with Haruhi.”

You join in, fingers wrapped around a second pointer, looking smart as you refer to the second, smaller chart. “Meanwhile, your contact with her is limited to a couple of hours of club activities.”

Kyoya’s hands move to adjust the frame of his glasses. “In other words, your involvement to Haruhi’s life each day amounts to no more than a mere three percent.”

You collapse the pointer in your fist and look at Tamaki with sympathy. “We’re so very sorry.”

But Tamaki springs up, hands over his ears, eyes shut, similar to a toddler.

“I don’t want to hear it! I don’t wanna hear it!” He shakes his head back and forth as tears spring from his eyes.” He rushes over to Haruhi, you and Kyoya following in his rushed footsteps.

“Listen Haruhi, I want you to stop hanging out with those shady twins from now on!”

You take on a confused look as the twins shout in protest.

“Shady?!”

“Yeah! Look at yourself, boss!”

Tamaki complains, backing away from Haruhi. You open your arms, used to being the one to calm him down from his tantrums. He hugs you but turns to Haruhi in your embrace, crying out to her.

“All Daddy wants is for you to go back to being the girl you used to be! For you to surround yourself with girlfriends and start leading a wholesome life!”

You roll your eyes in the hug, Tamaki forgetting that you are a girl, and you are also a friend of Haruhi’s.

“Who’re you calling Daddy?” A tired Haruhi asks with an irk.

Tamaki points at her, one hand still wrapped around your shoulders. “So do it! Change back now! Change back right now!”

“Tamaki!” You say to him, pulling out from his arms and folding your own. “You need to calm down.” The blonde pales at your tone.

“There isn’t much we can do anyway.” You remind him, resting your growing headache into delicate fingers. “Physical exams are the day after tomorrow.”

The twins nod, speaking in unison. “She’s going to be found out soon enough.”

Haruhi tilts her head. “Physical…exams?”

Kyoya’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot all about that.”

Six of the seven hosts turn to look at Haruhi, each having your own reaction to the possibility of her no longer being able to be in the host club. It was hard enough to get permission from the school to allow you to be an official member, and although you all agreed it was sexist, you didn’t want to go through that trouble again.

Haruhi thinks. “Then that means,” she raises a finger, coming to the conclusion that most of you had already figured out, “there’s no doubt. They’re gonna know I’m really a girl.”

:::

Moonlight lit your path as you stepped out of the obsidian Lexus that your family owned, walking up the steps to your home. It was large, not uncommon for someone as rich as your mother, and it was pristine, not uncommon for someone as particular as your father. Opening the grand double doors, you were met with elegant emptiness, the ivory tiles of the foyer reflecting the fact that you were the only one home.

You sighed at the cold gusts surrounding you, already missing the warm air of your campus. It was nice to be away from everything for a while.

Your footsteps echoed as you beelined for the kitchen. You hadn’t gotten a chance to snack at the event due to all of the marketing, so your neglected stomach had protested the entire ride home from the academy.

Your eyes lingered on the framed pictures of your parents that were decorated around the rooms and hallways of your house. Some stilled memories depicted you as well, but for the majority, you were absent as your parents smiled back at you.

Surely they were making more, wherever they were.

You swung open the door to your fridge, fishing out some (f/s) and a bottle of (f/d). Kicking the fridge closed, you carried your snack and your school bag to your room. The bedroom was spacious and personalized, posters of (f/f) littered around the perimeter. It was the one room in the house your father didn’t fret over, upon your request. It was your space, and you argued that you were able to do whatever you wanted with it.

Different creations and robotics littered one side of the large desk in your room. The business of technology was the environment you were going to inherit one day, but the inventive side of it had become a passion of yours. Raspberry Pis and exposed wiring detailed some of your best designs so far, but the club had always come first, so they were left unfinished.

Your bag collapsed to the spot next to your door as you set your food on the nightstand. Sitting on your bed in the center of the room, you heaved a sigh of relief.

While you were making the necessary steps to take better care of yourself, you noticed exhaustion settling into your joints as you let yourself sink further into your comforter. Today had been a big accomplishment, generating a larger income for the host club while also executing the event that you had been planning for the past couple days. That satisfied feeling seeped into your heart, and you reveled in it for a minute before resting your eyelids.

You hadn’t realized you had drifted off before you were startled awake by a door shutting somewhere in your house. Your heart skipped a beat before you recognized your parent’s voices drifting through the hallways.

Dragging your body off the comfort of the mattress, you leaned against your door frame as the married pair made their way to their own bedroom at the end of the corridor.

“...this gap in the inventory, Marney, is essential to the launch of our new technology.” Your mom barked (n/l) in her bluetooth, your father trailing behind her with luggage piling on his shoulders and forearms. “If Rosalina and her team need to work overnight to make up the space, then so be it. I don’t even know how it got to be this bad, no one ever tells me anything.”

She met your eyes and a tired smile made its way to her face. “Hey, baby.” The (h/c) woman whispered while rummaging through one of the bags, not wanting to interrupt her phone call.

She pulled out a small bag and tossed it your way as her attention diverted back to her colleague, and your dad kept struggling along, giving a passing smile as he followed behind.

One of the bags seemed to be wobbling from your Dad’s grasp, so you quickly set down the gift bag and rushed to grab it before it crashed onto the floor. He gave you an appreciative nod as you walked with him to their room, which was even more grand than the rest of the house.

“How was your trip?” You question, generally speaking to both of them as you pile the luggage that you were carrying onto the growing mountain in the corner.

“Good, sweetie, it was good.” Mom waved you off as she disappeared into the bathroom, clearly occupied with other things.

“What about you, Dad?”

Your father glimpsed at you with his (e/c) eyes before sighing.

“Fine.” His voice was thrown behind him as he began to unpack. “The hotel was not up to the standard we thought it would be.”

“Oh please, dear, it was a 5-star resort.”

“A 5-star resort with cheap towels and tardy room service.” He called to your mother, who already had the shower running. A phone rang on one of the counters, and your father’s attention was permanently elsewhere.

As if you were never there, you slipped back through the door and into the hallway. Not like you expected them to notice.

The small gift bag was waiting for you on the desk where you’d left it. Picking it from the array of computer parts, the paper crinkled as you reached inside. Your fingers grasped a novelty pin with the french flag, accompanied by a cheap outline of the Eiffel Tower and a heart. Underneath the touristy images, bold, red lettering spelled out ‘The City of Love’ in cursive font.

Moving to the opposite wall of your room, you added it to your collection. The little things like these had become sentimental to you, since it was really the only thing your parents brought back for you from their trips. It was a piece of them you could have at all times, with you wherever they went.

An array of pins looked back at you as you scanned the multitude of touristy postcards and mementos a like, wondering how something so meaningless to others had become so valuable to you.

Thankfully, a ringtone broke your thoughts before your mind could spiral any deeper.

You crossed your room to your bag on the floor and pulled out your phone, watching Kyoya’s picture flash in front of you as your phone vibrated in your palm. Confusion graced your features and a small hint of excitement bubbled up in your chest, but you ignored it.

“Hey, Kyo.”

On the other side of the city, Kyoya sat at his desk, papers strewn out on the glass surface. The hand that was raking through his hair stopped when he heard your voice through his phone. His heart thumped at the nickname, but he willed it away. There were more important matters at hand.

“(Y/n). I need your help.”

Your eyebrows raised, and you sat on your bed once more. It wasn’t every day the Shadow King reached out for assistance.

“What do you need?” You ask, only slightly concerned.

“I think we overextended our budget.” Something in you twisted at how exhausted his voice sounded.

“What?” You stepped up to sit at your desk, your laptop charging in front of you. Flipping it open, you pulled up the spreadsheet you and Kyoya share, scrolling through the charts and tables in order to reach the total amount spent.

Sure enough, the number you were looking at was in the red.

“How did this happen?” You question, searching for a miscalculation.

“It was my fault.” The boy sighed and leaned back in his chair, letting his hand snake behind his glasses to rub his eyes. “I have admittedly been slightly distracted these past couple of weeks and overestimated the amount of profit we would receive from the photobook sales.”

“Distracted? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“I haven’t really felt like myself, as of late.”

“Oh.” Unknowingly, you mirrored your best friend as you also relaxed into your chair, absorbing your attention into the man on the phone. “Is there something you need to-”

“No. There isn’t.” He interrupted you, his voice taking a tired, frustrated tone. “What I need is to fix this rift in the account in order to have any peace of mind for the next 5 days. I do not have the time for anything else right now.”

“Well, I can understand that. But that doesn’t mean-”

“It means that there is nothing more important than the club’s finances.”

You blinked, taken aback at how quickly things had turned south. You tried once again.

“Kyo, I was just saying that-”

“I don’t care about what you have to say about how I am supposed to feel.”

There was silence coming from your end, and Kyoya realized how aggressive he sounded. The black haired man cursed himself for getting so defensive. He swallowed, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to talk like that to someone he cares so much for.

“Kyoya.” A surprised tone drew out of your throat.

He swallowed, his pride leading a debate on whether to apologize or not.

“I’m sorry. I just…” He took a deep breath through his nose. “I value your advice, however, I would like to focus on the club’s finances.”

A hand went through his hair as he was met with silence. His mind raced with more decent ways to apologize before a small laugh lifted from the cellular device.

“Okay, Shadow King, I forgive you.” Chuckling through the nickname, you teased the ravenet.

“Remember, unfortunately, that while your organizational skills are god-like, you are not God. You can’t change everything in only one night.” The tension in the air dissipated as you laughed at your own joke, and Kyoya unclenched his jaw.

“Since when have I been named the Shadow King?” He irked an eyebrow, a lighter atmosphere falling around the both of you.

You shrugged in your chair, a small smile playing at your lips as you heard him relax. “I heard some of the servers call you that at the dance the other night. I thought it was fitting.”

Kyoya hummed as his mind flicked back to that blossom-filled night, the disgusting gestures and remarks those servers had made when they looked at you. He was pleased to know he had made an impression.

Your voice brought him back to the present. “And, if you want, I can bring in more guests tomorrow, help fill that gap in the budget. I haven’t been taking as many as I should lately.” You giggled sheepishly and put Kyoya on speaker so that you could send texts to all your regulars and some new recruits.

There was a rattle as the megane touched his glasses, followed by a slow exhale into his reply. “It won’t solve the issue entirely, but it is a step in the right direction. I appreciate the ambition.”

You purr as you send the last of the text messages, letting your head fall onto your desk as you rested your left cheek on the cool surface. Looking past your scrambled inventions, you noticed the beeping, blue numbers of your alarm clock. 23:44.

Your right cheek made contact with the table as you rotate your head, your nose nearly touching the phone in front of you.

“How do you feel now?” A softer tone left your lips, as if reading the time had made your body aware of how tired you felt.

Kyoya softened at the tiredness in your voice. “I’m doing better, thank you.”

A sleepy smile played on your face. “So the world isn’t ending?”

“Your sarcasm makes me like you much less.” There was a teasing lilt in his voice.

Laughing tiredly, you pick yourself up from your position. You take Kyoya off speaker and hold the phone close to your face once more.

“Kyo, it is way too late right now.” Your voice is closer to him now, clearer. He barely registers that he needs to respond.

“Hmm?” The Ootori son looks at his watch, realizing that while he was stressed over his work and got lost in your conversation, time left him completely.

“Oh, yes.” Exhaustion bloomed in his bones as he blinked the dryness from his eyes. “I need to get some rest.”

“Okay, well, goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, (Y/n).”

You held the phone to your ear a moment longer to hear the sound of the line going dead. Shutting your laptop, you placed your phone on its charger before going through your usual night routine. Clean, 1000 thread count sheets awaited you as you turned off your lights and climbed into your huge bed.

Glancing up behind you, the moonlight leaking through your window reflected off the pins lining your wall. A small pin of the Ootori Hospital logo sparkled as you drifted off to sleep.

:::

“He must be having a great daydream!” Honey’s voice rings through the club room as the hosts watch Tamaki practically drool all over himself, completely lost in his own thoughts.

“He’s kinda creeping me out.” Hikaru rolls his eyes as you stand next to him, nodding.

“I don’t wanna know what goes on up there.” You say as the group nod in sync, affirming that Tamaki’s mind is a labyrinth of the unknown.

You were preparing for your influx of guests for the day. You had signed on a lot of new recruits over the past couple class periods, which meant more people in the point system. Straightening out your uniform, you were excited to help the club in any way you could, even if it was just ‘a step in the right direction’.

Tamaki suddenly snaps his head towards you, making you sweatdrop.

“Envious? This is all part of my strategy.” He stands proudly and circles you, like a bird to its prey.

“While you were blinded by your jealousy, I foresee the outcome of the charade.” Tamaki parks himself in front of you, posture straight and pompous. More than usual.

“This anime is obviously a romantic comedy. Haruhi and I are the main characters. So that means that we are love interests.”

“Oh yeah, then what are we?” The twins ask, eyebrows raising.

“You guys…!” He interrupts himself to draw a line on the floor, separating himself from the rest of you. “Are the homosexual supporting cast!”

A deadpan look crosses your face as you make eye contact with Mori, who has the same straight-lipped expression.

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” The Hitachiian’s exhale as they look at the line, then each other, then the blonde in front of them with hearts in his eyes.

“Look, boss…” Hikaru starts, his face suddenly becoming serious.

“I don’t think you get it.” Kaoru finishes with the same look.

“If word gets out that Haru-chan is really a girl, then she won’t be able to be in the host club anymore!” Honey-senpai exclaims as he clutches Usa-chan to his chest.

“Whaaa?!” Tamaki’s eyes go wide as he widely gestures to you. “But (Y/n) is a girl and she is a host!” He whines, looking to you for help.

“Yes.” You say timidly. “But I was only an exception.”

Kyoya took this opportunity to share some history. “Host clubs, traditionally, only have male members, so in order for (Y/n) to be accepted as one, we had to get special permission from the Chairman.” Kyoya peered over his glasses at his princely friend.

You gave Tamaki a knowing look as he pales. “It took a lot of convincing, to say the least.”

Honey suddenly coos and grips your skirt, pulling your attention to him. “But, if Haru-chan started wearing girl’s clothes, then I bet she would be even cuter than she is now!”

You were confused before you saw Tamaki’s expression change out of the corner of your eye. He was put on the fence, and now was the time to push him over the edge.

Hikaru had a mischievous look on his face as he turned toward you. “She dressed like a girl in middle school right?”

You slowly caught on as you nodded. “Yeah, she must’ve been popular with all the boys.” Tamaki’s face fell from confused to jealous.

Kyoya opened his notebook. “According to our investigative reports,” he gestured between the two of you, “someone would declare their undying love for her at least once a month.”

A flustered blush made its way to the prince’s cheeks.

“Oh, I see.” Kaoru rounded Tamaki’s shoulder, “So the boss wouldn’t be able to get close to her.”

Tamaki’s torture was punctuated by Hikaru. “But we’d be able to because we are in class with her all day long.”

A quiet whimper squeaked out of the violet-eyed romantic as he made a determined fist.

“No way.”

The grand double-door creaked open as Haruhi poked her head inside, flushed from running through the halls to make it on time.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late-”

“Don’t worry Haruhi!” You tried to stop him, but suddenly Tamaki was in her face and his hands were gripping her shoulders, tears gathering in his eyes. “No one will find out you’re a girl during tomorrow’s physical exams! So please promise you’ll stay our beloved secret princess!”

Haruhi’s eyes found yours as you shrugged, and motioned to just go along with it.

The brunette blinked. “Sure.”

There is a blur of blonde and ginger, then suddenly you are watching as Tamaki organizes a plan of attack for the physical exam tomorrow. You lean over to Kyoya. “Where’d he get the whiteboard?”

Kyoya shrugs, still writing in his book as you watched Tamaki scribble a dark Expo™ Marker on the board, random circles and lines representing formations that only make sense to him. Haruhi looks on before getting your attention.

“What are they doing?” She asks as Tamaki, the twins, and Honey all shout ideas left and right.

You sigh at their antics as you answer. “They are trying to find a way to save you from being outed during the exam tomorrow.”

“That seems a little excessive.” She says as she turns to you, but Kyoya just hums into his notebook.

“Maybe, but it is the only way to pay off your debt.” You elbow him in the side.

“It’s also because we want you to stay.” You say to her, but she seems lost in thought.

“Well,” The honor student puts a finger up to her chin, “my balance is 5,333,332 yen.” She begins to laugh, dragging the attention from the entire group. “I guess I’ll have to come up with another way to pay you back!”

The twins turn to you. “Do something! The subject doesn’t appear to have any motivation!”

Your eyes widen as you look between your friends. But before you could do anything, Tamaki is shoving his finger in Haruhi’s direction.

“Are you saying you hate being a host! That you hate this club!?”

Haruhi doesn’t hesitate. “To be honest, I would have to say yes.”

Tamaki blanches and hides in his corner.

The commoner turns back to all of you, a smile on her face. “I mean you guys aren’t bad but if the word gets out that I’m a girl, then there’s nothing I can do, ya know?”

The twins push you forward, putting you on the front lines.

“Quick, she doesn’t seem to care one way or the other.” Hikaru urges.

“We have to find a way to motivate her.” Kaoru orders.

Your mind reels as you look around the club room, trying to find any inspiration to keep your friend in your club. You were getting desperate when you saw a small nudge of Mori’s head. Following his line of sight, a light bulb goes off when you see the small sushi buffet set up in the club room.

“Fancy tuna.” You say as you whip your attention back to Haruhi just in time to see her eyes go wide.

A new motivation plucks Tamaki from his emo corner, a creepy stare glazing over his eyes.

“Oh, that’s right.” His lilting voice flowed as he crept closer to Haruhi. “You never got to try any during last episode’s party, did you~?”

The twins and Honey tease Haruhi with scenarios of the delicacy finally entering her grasp as she swallows, finally admitting defeat.

“Am I really gonna get to try it?”

A relieved smile crossed your face before you caught a glimpse of the whiteboard again, wondering just how your club was supposed to pull this off.

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