#kyorenge

[roleplayallday]

I am once again reading ouran fics. I’m desperate to find a rp partner who would eant to try KyoRenge. I know some people don’t like Renge but I really want to try to write an unexpected romance between them.

I’m down to be Renge!

My discord is debbie devizo#6863 if you’re interested!

#ouran #ohshc #kyorenge #kyoya ootori #renge houshakuji #ouran high school host club

[glimglamglimmer]

An updated, current list of the fandoms i’m in and what ships I’d like to roleplay.

I mostly roleplay romance with some angst, action, etc. Third person and paragraph style is what I do.

If any of these fandoms or ships sound interesting, dm me here or on discord and we can plot/rp. Please, most of these fandoms are dead but I truly hope there are still people out there who like these!

My discord is kazikuns

Supermansion (debvizo, blackgroans, robolex, rexvizo)

Sgt Frog (kurugiro, kurumois, kurutoro, kerokuru)

Murdoch Mysteries (wattstree)

Ouran (kyorenge, hikaharu)

Metalocalypse (knubface, skwisface, charles/murderface, magface)

Muppets (bunsenbeaker)

Wordgirl (tobecky)

Danganronpa (soudam, soumiki, gundamiki, hanamiki, sounami, terutoko)

Raincode (Shinigami/Vivia, Fubuki/Desuhiko, Yuma/Shinigami)

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (Matthew/Self Insert, Gideon/Julie, Gideon/Matthew, Gideon/Lucas)

My Little Pony (Starburst, Fluttercord, Lunacord, Big Mac/Luna)

Mafia (Paulie/Tommy, Paulie/OC)

#scott pilgram takes off #danganronpa #mlp fim #sgt frog #supermansion

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We talk about Mori and Haruhi's height difference, but consider.....

How did I not realize how short Renge/tall Kyoya is???????

Back on my KyoRenge agenda

#your honor I love them #my sweet babies #opposites attract #kyorenge #ouran high school host club #ohshc

[vannahfanfics]

Later for the WIPs

Untitled Kyoya/Renge (Ouran High School Host Club): "“Yes, Renge,” Haruhi agreed, much to her relief. “You’ve matured a lot. Take good care of him. I have to go get some shopping done. I’ll call to see how things are going later."

#weekly wip game #kyorenge

[kinky-pen]

This is kind of a rare-pair but what about Renge as a feeder for Kyoya?

Honestly? I think Renge would be such a cute feeder! We all know she loves a soft Kyoya (and he’s certainly softer than he’d admit), so why not physically more plush, while we’re at it.

She likes when Kyoya’s a little more fem, in big hoodies and long socks, but what if those baggy clothes got skin tight? What if he couldn’t even get them over his belly? 🤤

She tries to bake sweets for him, with varying degrees of success, but she’s so enthusiastic and peppy?? Honestly makes Kyoya flush red every time.

They’d be such a cute feeder/feedee couple 🥰

#ouran high school host club #chubby kink #kyoya ootori #ohshc #renge houshakuji #kyorenge

[ohshcscenerios]

kyorenge!

Kyoya x Renge: Lovers to Enemies

Hear me out, they might look like they could work out well but I really don’t think they would. If they were to be in a relationship they might seem very compatible. 

Kyoya could treat Renge very romantically and Renge could help Kyoya make more money with her otaku smarts but at the end of the day she’d know he doesn’t truly adore her, just her services. They make a good team but romantically? No. 

Renge needs to be adored, she needs to be worshipped, she needs to be treated like she’s the only woman in the room worth his time. She can easily become jealous, quick to assumptions, and often doesn’t see past the tip of the iceberg. She would be very disappointed to know Kyoya cannot deliver on most of her needs. 

#ohshc #renge houshakuji #kyoya ootori #bingo ship #round 2

[livepoultryfreshkilled]

Renge + realised kyoya was gay and instantly tried to set him up with every other gay in the school, kyoya is tired.

LOVE! | like it | neutral | eh… | don’t like that :(

i feel conflicted bc i think renges gaydar is absolute garbage and i LOVE a kyorenge (unknowing) beard sitch but also. if renge knew kyoya was gay she would try to set him up with her personal friends who are all incredibly insane. she introduces him to a guy with a pet dolphin. a guy with surgically sharpened teeth. a professional contortionist. kyoya does not know where she meets these people nor does he think it would be in his best interest to find out

send me a character(s) + a headcanon you have for them, and I’ll rate the headcanon on this scale: “LOVE! | like it | neutral | eh… | don’t like that :(” & I’ll give my reasons why.

OR

send me a character(s) + any emoji, and I’ll write a new headcanon based on that emoji as a prompt!

#ohshc #ask game #Anonymous #asked

[imagine-it-ouran]

KyoRenge Headcanons

Because I need to post just a little more than KyoKao and I have lots of Ouran ships. 

This ship can go either way for me

By that, I mean it can be in a friendship way or a romantic way.

I once heard the friendly way referred to as “Squishing” someone, so I’ll say I squish and ship them

This is a romantic set of headcanons

They aren’t super out there with their relationship

The PDA is kept to a minimum

But Renge does like saying goodbye to Kyoya with a quick kiss. She takes his hands and leans up on her tip-toes and does some kissy face. 

And Kyoya keeps his hand on the small of Renge’s back when they’re walking beside each other

When she spends the night in his home, his favorite sight in the morning is Renge wrapped in his white comforter without that big ass pink bow in her hair

Something about that just feels good to look at for him

If they had to describe what their kisses taste like (weird as fuck, but okay), Kyoya would describe Renge as tasting like strawberries and peaches while Renge would describe Kyoya as tasting like mint and eucalyptus

When they’re alone, Kyoya likes to nuzzle into the crook of her neck when they’re resting together

This is because that’s where she sprays her perfume and it mixes with the natural scent of her hair and it’s just so calming to him

Like pheromones, 

Renge’s loves playing with Kyoya’s hands to force him to take a break from his work

#ouran #ouran high school host club #ouran imagines #ouran headcanons #Renge Houshakuji #houshakuji renge #rengexkyoya #renge #Kyoya #Kyoya Ootori #ootori kyoya

[roleplayallday]

My curiosity for kyorenge is still strong.

I’m very invested in roleplaying Kyoya and Renge actually becoming a couple despite their differences and how Renge is treated in the anime.

Maybe Renge is distancing herself from the host club out of the blue because she’s getting stressed because graduation is near and she has no idea what to do with herself afterwards. Kyoya is the only one to notice as he isn’t too stressed himself because he probably has a plan for post graduation and college, but Renge doesn’t. So he’s surprisingly the only one to comfort Renge and during the summer they get closer as Kyoya helps her decide what she wants to do with her life. Maybe they end up going to the same college too and they start dating before the summer ends <3

If this sounds fun, my discord is kazikuns or you can dm me here!

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyorenge #kyoya ootori #renge houshakuji #kyoya/renge #ouran kyorenge #ouran

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Knight & Day: MoriHaru

Please I had so much fun with this one T_T Haruhi and Kyoya's friendship is so pure. I love them T_T also, they make fun of Tamaki.

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Summary: When Sir Takashi goes off to war, Princess Haruhi must wrestle with her feelings and the fate of her kingdom.

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Takashi Morinozuka x Haruhi Fujioka; Kyoya Ootori x Renge Houshakuji

Genre: Fantasy AU, fluff, angst

Warnings: None

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Normally, running her fingers over the velvet strips in her dress calmed her. She was a very physical person, often anchoring herself through touch whenever the world got too heavy--whenever the pressures of being a royal bore too heavily on her shoulders, or her father was too much. Being a Princess required so much energy that she often couldn’t give, not without something or someone to ground her.

And now, she watched that someone march off into battle.

The wind was harsh as it wove through the castle parapets. She stood like stone, tears frozen in her eyes, fingers abnormally still. The velvet strips wound up her arms, ready to be stroked while pondering, but the only comfort she wanted had just swung onto a horse and left her.

The sky loomed dark. The clouds jumbled together like mismatched puzzle pieces, like even the Heavens couldn’t place why the lovers were being separated. Dark gray and blue and black and white. Shattered, cut lines.

The Princess smiled, shook her head to no one. She missed him already, her favorite knight, the captain of the guard. She knew it was his duty to one day die for her, as his family had done for the kings and queens of the ages, but she prayed that morning and every other that he would return to her arms safe and sound. If her tears were collected, they would rival the moat surrounding the castle; if her prayers were songs, she would be singing for eternity.

“Your Majesty.”

Haruhi turned into the wind, meeting eyes with her advisor. He was cloaked, the stiff gray fabric protecting him from the rain. It made her realize only then it was raining, and she was soaked.

Some Princess she was, dripping wet, indignantly crying in the rain over a simple knight.

When had she started crying?

“Kyoya, what is it?” she asked, running the back of her hand across her cheeks. It made little difference in the rain, only smearing the paste and lining her chambermaids had applied. The only one she cared to see it was trudging off to the mountains.

Her advisor stepped forward and extended his arm, revealing a deep purple cloak. “Please come inside. It is cold and wet; you will catch your death out here.”

She sighed and turned back around. Leaning against the parapet walls, fingers scrunched into the slimy stone, she bent to spot the caravan of soldiers still parading without decorum. It was a wretched decision to send them off in the rain. Mud had surely already stained their uniforms, and their armor would rust. But her father the King would hear no different; when the Queen of Lobelia made such a vile comment concerning the Crown Princess, Ryoji would not wait till morning to send his army off in contempt.

“Just a few more minutes,” she replied. “Just until they’re out of sight.”

Kyoya heaved an anxious breath, but he waited. He teetered on his feet. She had not changed much since childhood, headstrong and stubborn, but also intensely brave and compassionate. When he knew her then, he thought her petulant; now he knew her to be thoughtful. Sensitivity was a bad quality in a future Queen, but she wore it as well as the tiara atop her curls.

“My lady, the parapet is high and the land is flat,” he said. “They will not be out of sight for hours still.”

Haruhi sneezed, and he chuckled. Normally he would never dare, but they had grown up together, and he had seen her in much worse condition than this. She shot him a glare, but it was dampened by the softness in the edges of her eyes.

She motioned him closer, and, as cold as he was, he obeyed. “I feel that if I were to take my eyes from him,” she said, “I would be abandoning him.”

Kyoya nodded, perceiving the deep grief in her words. “And no Princess would abandon her knights.”

“Certainly not.”

“But you don’t care about the rest of them.”

She whirled around, ready to reprimand him for his audacity, but stopped short at his raised eyebrows. He had always toed the line of insubordination with her, but she felt herself grateful for it. It kept her head from getting too big for the crown.

“Of course I do Kyoya, what an insensitive thing to say,” she murmured anyways. She turned back to the wall and bent, supporting herself on her forearms. Her eyes searched the disappearing party until they landed on the tall captain in the front, rocking in his saddle atop his black stallion. The rain pelted his armor, but he sat up rigidly, setting the example for his men. The entire kingdom rode on his shoulders, and he carried it magnificently.

Kyoya looked at her for a moment, deeply, before following her gaze to the head knight. As far away as they were, he noticed the man’s commanding presence. It seemed to radiate off him in waves, a shield against the rain.

He looked so natural with a sword and horse, rocking in his saddle like it was a cradle. To him, it was; he was a Morinozuka, and they were a warrior breed.

“But none of them make you feel the way Sir Takashi does,” he whispered. “None of them make your heart stir in your chest, or fill your head with honey, or make your eyes glassy with just a glance and a smile.”

“How do you--”

“You aren’t subtle,” he responded, adding a last minute, “Your Majesty.”

Haruhi pursed her lips. It wasn’t becoming of a Princess to pout, but alone with Kyoya, she felt no need to keep up appearances. Out here on this parapet, in the rain, with her heart riding west, she could take off the tiara and he could drop the titles. Out here, they were friends.

Her mind flashed back to Sir Takashi. Their little rendez-vous around the castle, how he left her breathless in the morning gardens, how the sun tanned his calloused skin as he worked in the training yard. The way he tasted of cranberries and buttered bread, so simple, yet so divine. Their visits were always innocent; never moving beyond gentle kisses and longing touches against waists and cheeks. Though she craved the young captain, wanted him so deliriously, it was he who asked for her patience--she was the Princess of this land, and he was but a knight unworthy of sullying her skin. Her heart burned with the thought of his gray eyes soaking into hers in the dusty, mid-afternoon light of the library, the moment she realized she loved him, the moment that he said it back.

She gasped. “Does my father know of this?”

“No, Princess,” Kyoya soothed. “He knows only of Sir Takashi’s great devotion to you and this kingdom. As a good knight should.”

Haruhi nodded. The King was a good ruler, but in matters of his own family, he was quite clueless. Truly, since the Queen died, Haruhi had been running half the castle by herself. It left little time for connection or romance, but somehow the knight had managed to snatch her heart for himself.

The anguish of absence was great. When he was told of this mission the night prior, Takashi had snuck to their secret spot in the northern gardens, sending word for her to meet him. There, they wept beneath the gardenias, enraptured in the other’s arms, their only solace the same thing breaking their hearts in two. Takashi, with a kiss to both cheeks, had insisted that he would die to protect her honor from the vicious Queen Benio, while Haruhi whispered against his chest that she didn’t care about flimsy words, as long as he came back to her. He swore against the stars and the moon that he would, sealing his vow with a kiss.

He only asked for a token of her affection, one small reminder of what he was fighting for, and she withdrew her handkerchief from her gown and pressed it to his hands. That night, after he escorted her back to her quarters, he laid in bed and inhaled the cherry blossom perfume until it lulled him to sleep, wondering what it would be like to hold the beautiful Princess as they rested, instead.

Just then, Takashi turned from the front of the pack. His handsome head twisted back to look at the castle, and though he was too far away to pinpoint his gaze, Haruhi knew he was staring at her. He dug something from beneath his shirt and lifted it to his lips--he pressed a kiss to the ring she had given him, hung by a chain around his neck, before riding onward.

She felt that very kiss against her own lips as they parted and gasped. She weakly waved in response.

Her sullen worries must have manifested on her face, because Kyoya cleared his throat. “You needn’t worry,” he nudged. “He is of Morinozuka blood. He will return victorious.”

Haruhi nodded, but it offered little comfort. The Morinozuka family had served the kingdom for centuries, dying for causes even less petty than this. They were a warrior breed, trained from birth in war tactics and strategies, how to kill and be quick about it. She knew not all the works his hands had wrought, and he had no mind to ever tell her, but even as great of a soldier as he was, he would never become king. He was destined to serve, to protect, to die. That was the Morinozuka way.

“And yet I pray for him,” she admitted. Kyoya’s eyes were gentle on her, compassionate, understanding. “I meet with Umehito in the chapel every morning and I pray for him.”

Her tears fell faster, and Kyoya moved forward, spreading the spare cloak against her shoulders. She curled into the warmth, only realizing now she was utterly soaked.

Her voice shook the castle. “What if it doesn’t matter?”

Kyoya gently hugged her, and she found comfort in the familiarity of a friend. Fear coursed through him--he could have his hands chopped off for touching the Princess--but he was her personal advisor, not to mention her best friend since childhood, there to help her on issues large and small.

“Shhh, Your Majesty,” he cooed, “the gods listen to the prayers of a sincere heart. He will return safely, if not by his own volition, then by Heaven’s intervention.”

His wisdom and reassurance filled her heart, corking the hole from where her sadness leaked. Their priest, Umheito, had said the same, but it sounded more comforting from the lips of a friend. Against his chest, she watched the caravan curve behind a hill, her beloved at last out of sight. She let out another choked cry, and Kyoya clutched her tighter, swallowing.

“I love him,” she whispered, and Kyoya hummed. His hands stopped soothing her back, and she leaned away. “I love him, and--well, I suppose it is hardly subtle. You are right, again.”

“I usually am,” he replied with a smirk.

“But you have no room to talk about subtlety, with the way you’ve been spending time with my maid.”

Kyoya narrowed his eyes. Haruhi was sure he would have blushed crimson, but he pulled his cloak further over his head, cutting off his face, and turned away. “It seems it has less to do with me being subtle and more to do with Renge not keeping her mouth shut.”

Haruhi laughed, and something in Kyoya’s brain lit up. Her mind was distracted; she no longer cried. He had done his job.

“Now, Kyoya, you know you can tell me anything.”

He smirked at the teasing tone, lowering his hood to face her again. “Seems that Renge is doing that already, Princess.”

“What, can I not have a double perception?”

“No.”

He took long strides back to the palace, trusting that she would follow, and she did. Her skirts dipped as she stepped in time with him. “Your Majesty,” he said, clearing his throat, signaling talk of business, “you have matters to attend to.”

Haruhi was silent, thinking through her day, and then sighed loud enough to spook a pigeon in the rafters. “Oh. Yes. I must finally answer Prince Tamaki. He will not stop harassing our poor mail carriers.”

“It would be best.”

“He is so bothersome,” Haruhi complained. “Fine. I will answer his letter, but then after that clear my schedule. He is so exhausting to deal with, even through paper.” She paused, sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can Renge do it? She is much better at sweet talk than I am.” She glanced at her blushing adviser. “Clearly.”

Kyoya released a small chuckle, catching half-way in his throat, but out before he could stop it. “She is very talented in that regard,” he said, “but our writing lessons are still progressing. There is more I need to teach her before that.”

“Hmph.”

Kyoya chuckled, opening a door. “What, my lady, do you not fancy your fiance?”

“Alleged fiance,” she hissed. She suddenly missed Takashi’s quiet, stoic, easygoing nature. “He believes us to be betrothed, despite neither myself nor my father--or even his father--giving consent of any nature.”

“Humor him,” Kyoya advised. “France could be a valuable ally if Lobelia retaliated. Soak your letter in perfume, and try not to insult him this time. That should be enough to satiate him.”

They arrived at the Princess’s quarters, and Kyoya bowed to take his leave. Haruhi sighed before opening the door. “Dearest Kyo, where would I be without you?”

He smiled. It was genuine, full of light, bright against his dark cloak. “On the throne, Your Majesty,” he responded, lowering to kiss her hand. “Right where you belong.”

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#ouran high school host club #haruhi fujioka #kyoya ootori #takashi morinozuka #renge houshakuji #moriharu #mori x haruhi #takashi x haruhi #kyorenge #kyoya x renge #takaharu

[glimglamglimmer]

I absolutely miss ouran. Especially my man Kyoya 🥺

I’m really interested in roleplaying it again, it’s been so many years but i’m sure I can figure something out plotwise!

If you’re interested in doing any of the ships below, dm me on discord, my username is ‘Maga-Z#6863’

Kyoya/My Oc

Tamakyo

Hikaru/Kyoya

Haruhi/Kyoya

Hikaru/Haruhi

Kyoya/Renge

Kyoya/Nekozawa

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori #kyouya ootori #tamakyo #kyoharu #kyorenge

[vannahfanfics]

Family for wips?

Untitled Kyoya/Renge (Ouran High School Host Club): "“Renge, his family owns hospitals, among other companies,” Haruhi said, making Renge slide to a stop on her wood flooring and pout. “I’m sure he’s getting the best care anyone can get.”"

#weekly wip game #kyorenge

[vannahfanfics]

Breath/Breathe/Breathing

Untitled Kyoya/Renge (Ouran High School Host Club): "His name left her lips in a shocked breath and she started for him without even thinking, only for her to recoil when his father snatched up her wrist in an iron grip. She looked down at the hand grasping her wrist, then helplessly at Kyoya, whose face took on an almost thunderous edge."

#weekly wip game #kyorenge

[vannahfanfics]

Agree for the WIP Game

Untitled Kyoya/Renge (Ouran High School Host Club): "“Yes, Renge,” Haruhi agreed, much to her relief. “You’ve matured a lot. Take good care of him.""

#weekly wip game #kyorenge

[vannahfanfics]

I would love to see a Kyoya x Renge fanfic where Kyoya nonchalantly flirts with Renge and her not taking it seriously, thinking that he's just playing a character to get on her nerves until he admits that he does like her like that and she freaks out? I think this pairing has a lot of potential that isn't really explored in the Ouran fandom and I do think there's a possibility of Renge falling for Kyoya for himself and not as a living trope and Kyoya having interest in Renge for her quirkiness.

Hello, Anon! Thank you for your patience! :3 I love the idea of Kyoya and Renge; I really would’ve loved to have seen their relationship fleshed out more in the manga. I hope you enjoy this little story! ^u^

Shortbread Cookies

The silver platter of shortbread cookies rattled slightly in Renge's hands as she bumped the door to the retrofitted music room open with her hip. Balancing the try on the splayed palm of one hand, she waved jovially to the myriad of students and hosts lounging on the expensive sofas and armchairs. 

"Hello, everyone! I brought shortbread cookies! <3" she announced ecstatically. During her time as the host club's manager, she had been practicing a multitude of skills, including baking. This was the first time that she'd delivered batches to the host club while it was in session, but seeing as the handful of first-year boys she'd cornered as guinea pigs didn't keel over foaming at the mouth, Renge was confident in her improvement. Humming happily, she traipsed over to one of the coffee tables and set the platter of cookies down. A few of the guests wandered over, curious, and sampled her flower-shaped handiwork. 

"Ah, Renge, these are delicious!" a younger girl with a bob cut exclaimed after munching on one of the buttery cookies. Renge cooed shyly and clapped her hands to her pinkening cheeks, but secretly relished the compliment. The air around her rang with similar praises, making her wiggle her hips around in delight. 

"Thank you; thank you!" Renge sighed magnanimously. "I am glad my labor of love is so well-received…" Renge’s pleased smile fixed on her face as someone suddenly came up behind her. They gently gripped her upper left arm with one hand, while the other stretched beyond her to retrieve one of the shortbread cookies. With a startled squeak, she whipped her head around to see Kyoya daintily bite off the end of the cookie. 

“You’ve improved,” he remarked placidly. A pink hue rose to Renge’s cheeks, surprised at his sudden appearance and interest in her handiwork. Renge then pouted dourly at him, narrowing her eyes as she watched him finish the cookie with far too much vainglory. 

“You shouldn’t tease me, Kyoya,” she huffed as she leaned down to retrieve the tray of cookies. It made her blush a little, because he was standing much too close for comfort. Her hip bumped against his as she bent over. He regarded her with lidded eyes as she straightened up and puffed out her cheeks exasperatedly. He must be teasing because he never complimented her, not without mischievous intent. 

“Who said I was teasing?” he countered smoothly, plucking another cookie from the tray as she stomped off. Renge’s cheeks burned with anger and mortification; how could he tease her and look so damn sexy doing it? Mitsuki yelped when she slammed the tray down in front of him, but soon recovered to dive into the sweets with zeal. Renge flopped down on the sofa and crossed her arms vexedly. Renge had, of course, come to separate Kyoya and the otome character she’d fallen madly in love with, but Kyoya still derided her endlessly with honeyed words and false flirtations. She peered out of her periphery to find him reclining over the back of a couch, chewing on the shortbread cookie and smirking insolently. Renge’s cheeks flushed, and she tore her gaze away, furious at the heat that pompous grin alighted in her body. 

I don’t know how anyone can fancy that jerk! she thought haughtily, flinching at the airy giggles of the girls who gaggle around Kyoya to fawn over the bespectacled boy. She grabbed one of her cookies and shoved the whole thing in her mouth, chewing angrily to dissipate her ire. “Handsome devil,” indeed. Pouting, she sunk against the back of the couch, wishing the fluffy fabric would just swallow her up and save her from Kyoya’s persistent, heady gaze. 

Her irritation melted after enjoying some tea with Mitskuni. The childish third-year scampered off to treat some more patrons, so Renge remained on the couch, sipping at the scrumptious Earl Gray swirling in the lavender-patterned teacup. She hummed contentedly at the smooth warmth spreading over her tongue and closed her eyes to savor the bodied tea. She cracked an eye open when the couch dipped beside her, and her serene smile disfigured into a scowl. 

“Kyoya,” she clipped tersely. He smiled amusedly at her while he poured himself a cup from the last dregs of the teapot. 

“That’s not the type of expression that’s becoming of a lady,” he said with a slight jerk of his eyebrow. Renge curled her lips down to scowl so hard her pink gums flashed at him. Kyoya chuckled animatedly and threw his arm back around the back of the couch, regally sipping from his teacup using the other. “Why are you so irate? My compliment earlier was genuine.” Renge poked out her lips and stared critically at the dark-haired boy. 

“Really?” When he nodded, she relaxed a little bit. So he really liked them, she thought with a teeny smile. Kyoya flashed her that devilish smile that seemed kind but masked his inner devious nature, but Renge entertained the idea that he was actually pleased with her progress. “I’ve been practicing…” 

“Indeed. They’re a hit with the guests.” Renge’s silver platter was now emptied, with only a few small crumbs decorating the mirror-like surface. Most of the guests had left, for the deeper end of the afternoon was steadily creeping in. Still, a few small groups clustered around conversing amiably about Renge’s cookies, which made her squirm victoriously on the sofa. “You’ll have to bring them again sometime, Renge.” The girl squinted as she once again regarded him suspiciously. “What?” he chuckled, seeming slighted. 

“You’re teasing me again.” 

“Am I now?” he smirked with glittering, lidded eyes. Renge puffed out her cheeks at him at his facetious answer. She immediately released the air when he unabashedly scooched closer to her, setting the teacup down on the table though it was still half-full. She chuckled nervously when he pushed a swathe of her honey-brown hair behind her ear, his fingertips just barely caressing the reddening skin of her cheeks. Renge had been sitting close to the arm of the couch, so when he placed his hand firmly on the armature, Kyoya caged her in with his long, tall form. “That’s news to me.” 

“Y-you’re doing it right now, Kyoya,” she whined loudly. “It’s been months since I came here; I’m not still hanging around because I think you’re some dating simulator character, okay? I like being here! So please stop antagonizing me over my silly mistake,” she pleaded. Renge knew that her obsession had been foolish, and she’d paid for it with humiliation and humility. No one else thought she still needed to be punished for it, so why did Kyoya chaff her so? It even made her a little sad, because out of everyone, she strongly desired Kyoya’s approval, as the one she’d pointed her misguided affections to. She bit down on her bottom lip as it threatened to wobble. “I’m sorry for how I treated you before; don’t you get that?” 

“Of course I do.” His eyes widened with surprise, and Renge’s followed suit. “You really don’t think this is about that, do you?” Renge rubbed her sweaty palms against the yellow fabric of her uniform dress. 

“I don’t know,” she answered timorously, looking unsurely down at her slightly quivering hands. “I guess… Even though what I want more than anything is your validation… It’s hard to imagine you’d ever really like me after the stunt I pulled,” she admitted quietly. The adapted music room had emptied, leaving Kyoya and Renge alone. Perhaps the other hosts had read the room (or, more likely, Haruhi had and ushered them out) because they’d disappeared into the adjacent rooms. When Renge became aware of the fact, a prickling flush swept over her body and made all her hairs stand on end- but not in a frightened way… more in an excited one. Kyoya smiled roguishly and grasped her hand to bring it to his mouth for a light, delicate, princely kiss that contrasted his knavish manner. 

“I’ve found that I quite appreciate your idiosyncrasies, Renge. Believe me when I say that my dalliance is quite heartfelt. I don’t have any ulterior motives, aside from winning your favor, of course.” Renge smiled stupidly as her brain struggled to unravel the essential point behind Kyoya’s flowery words. A pink flush slowly crept up from her neck until her entire face glowed the color of fresh carnations. 

“K-K-Kyoya?” she squealed in alarm, flapping her free arm wildly against the back of the sofa. “Are you saying-? Are you saying-?” The notion was so utterly ludicrous that Renge just couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Kyoya grinned wickedly, his eyes glittering like chips of onyx behind his glasses. 

“How about I take you on a date tomorrow evening?” 

With a squeal, she flopped back against the arm of the couch, nearly losing consciousness. Her head whirled, spinning the music room around her, and she desperately fanned her burning hot face to stave off slipping entirely into the darkness. She could practically hear the steam billowing from her ears as her brain overheated and spun into overdrive. She stared hazily at the white ceiling, until Kyoya leaned over her, pressing her body between his knees. “Renge? Do I need to call an ambulance?” he inquired gravely. The stunned girl managed to shake her head.

“N-no, I’m all right… O-oh, my heart is beating so fast!” Renge wheezed when she put a hand on her breast and found her heart palpitating so violently it was liable to break her ribs. Kyoya’s knavish smirk returned. 

“I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

“Th-that’s acceptable.” He patted her cheek before disappearing from her line of sight. She lamented the loss of his weight on the couch when she felt the cushions shift back into place with his departure. Renge laid the back of her hand against her forehead, feeling the heat slowly drain from her face. She then exclaimed delightedly and flailed about like a flopping fish, simply so overcome with happiness that she couldn’t contain herself. She hopped up and grabbed her cookie platter, clutching it to her chest as she rushed out of the music room. 

I wonder if he’d appreciate it if I brought him more shortbread cookies? I’ll make some! Lots and lots! With a skip in her step, she headed down the hallway, daydreaming about the wonderful evening yet to come…

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