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ko-fanatic · 2 years

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Sickly: (part two)

Rating: Teen and up

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Trigger Warnings: Anorexia, Severe emaciation, Illness, Denial

Summary: Kyoya might be having a hard time making his starved mind cooperate with him, but that doesn't mean he's not still himself. This doesn't even need to be a setback - if he plays his cards right. He'll assuage his father's fears and play along.

He'll soon be that coveted, even hundred pounds.

Parts in this series: Part one

It was the sunrise that woke Kyoya that morning, blinds left cracked and letting in the morning sun. Despite that, he couldn’t say he was warm; however, he also wasn’t as cold as he usually was in the mornings. His brain sputtered into lazy, half-hearted action as he tried to get his bearings. Lack of sugars and healthy fats impaired brain function - go figure.

The haze was broken, however, when his train of thought finally gained enough traction to recall the night before. Well, earlier that morning, really, but that wasn’t what mattered at all.

His muscles, already sore and rubbed blue-purple from his protruding bones, tense and coiled, heart hammering in his chest and making his blood rush through his ears. It sounded like the ocean in a storm, but he knew not a sound was leaving his lips or throat. He’d always been quiet in his panic, breaths grinding to a stop and everything distant and dark, as if it had simply ceased to be.

He can tell that his father isn’t in bed with him anymore, though; so there’s that in his favour. If it weren’t for the weight he swears he can still feel in his stomach, he might’ve written the encounter off as a vivid dream. But he can feel the food, and he knows what happened, and that means he’s fucked.

There’s more of that cramping pain in his gut - though he can’t tell if that’s the hunger, the gastrointestinal damage from those cotton balls, or just good-old anxiety. All he knows is that it hurts, and what little muscle remains tenses further, but he can’t force his arms to move no matter how loudly he screams in his own mind.

And because Kyoya Ootori can’t help but tempt fate, the small piece of unaffected, unpanicked brain says “I don’t think I could feel any more trapped than this”. And then, because the universe is a plain and simple jerk to Kyoya Ootori, he is proven wrong as his father walks in through his bedroom door, leather doctor’s case in hand.

“Kyoya,” Yoshio starts, not looking at his statue-still son as he begins his address, “I’m going to be completely honest when I say that, what I witnessed last night was incredibly concerning. I am so sorry that I did not notice your dire condition before, but -”

The obviously practiced speech comes to a halt as Yoshio turns that sharp, familiar gaze to his face, the determination falling away so quickly. Whereas Yoshio had, in the past, simply continued to detail expectations and actions to take despite any distress on his youngest son’s face, the script Kyoya had come to know changed.

Instead, Yoshio falls to his knees, scooping Kyoya’s mop of black hair out of his eyes, and immediately changes course from the expected path.

“Kyoya, I’m going to help you sit up, okay? You need to take as deep breaths as you can for me,” He instructed, his strong and practiced grip shifting Kyoya’s limp body as he’d warned - as gently as someone could. The doctor in Yoshio takes over for a while, actually knowing how to handle these things.

But in a second it falls away like shrugging off his too-big shirts. The actual thoughts behind his panic get blacked out, and everything feels staticy and near dream-like. He feels he should match the uptick in Yoshio’s voice, the one that clearly shows his calm, rational father is panicking. However, beyond the panic attack he knows he’s having, it’s like his body is going through the motions and his exhaustion and, frankly, malnourishment have reduced his thoughts to nothing. Present at the start but just petering out with an apathetic whatever, this might as well happen.

It’s not the first time dissociation has paired with a panic attack, his brain deciding to “nope out” half way through, but he never gets used to the out-of-body experience it feels like.

He can’t exactly call himself present as Yoshio gets his breathing under control, dissociated, but full consciousness filtering in - albeit in dribs and drabs, like rain falling down a window pane. He feels like he should be dreading what the doctor’s case - what Yoshio’s interrupted speech - could mean, but he can practically feel his eyelids drooping shut once more, despite the calories he’d consumed in the early hours of the morning.

“I wish I could let you sleep, Kyoya,” His father mutters, and Kyoya focusses his gaze somewhere between the man’s scrunched eyebrows. Eye contact - true eye contact - is too much for him to handle in that moment, with the static descending over his mind like a veil, making it all hazy once more.

Somewhere, he knows his father is talking to him, but he’s learnt to relax into this blurry reality, letting his easily paranoid mind fade to nothing but garbled syllables that fail to create legible words. He even speaks slower these days, needing a moment to grasp onto the wispy pieces and slot them together. For the most part, people are patient. Those who aren’t fall by the wayside with the rest of the blurry faces at Ouran he no longer has the energy to care about.

He’s practically lifted to his feet then, vision swaying violently despite the early morning calories that should still be burning.

“W… Wha…?” He questions oh so eloquently, tongue fumbling with the words he’s attempting to force out, no matter how simple.

“I need an accurate weight from you, Kyoya,” Yoshio says, in that dream-like, gentle tone from the night before. Kyoya almost thinks Yoshio will slip up any moment - call him the same tragic name he used for his mother - in the few seconds it takes for his mind to process and ascribe meanings to what his father says.

Accurate weight.

He is going to weigh you.

Yoshio had almost gotten him to the door of his on-suite, before he digs in his heels. The starvation haze clears with the shot of ice injected into his blood at the realisation that his father is going to weigh him.

He’s been doing well, too well, and now Yoshio is going to confirm what he probably already knows about Kyoya’s health. Part of him is proud, wants to scream “109 pounds” from the rooftops and let everyone know how in control that makes him. Wants to jump in when Mori talks about his health examinations for his training and say “Wow, I weigh less than half of that!”, and for everyone to be in awe of him.

But he knows that’s not what will happen when his father sees the scale flash 109 in bright red LED. He knows that Yoshio will no longer say “Handle it” and leave him be. Leave him to starve in peace.

He knows there’ll be doctors, examinations, blood tests and, if he doesn’t avoid obvious suspicions, a nasogastric tube.

Hence, digging his heels in. Leaning his pitiful weight back in an effort to keep his centre of gravity behind him, making it harder for his father to keep leading him forward.

“No.”

He meant it to be casual, but still firm. Without consent, a doctor can’t do anything. He’d assuage his father’s worries by acting, well, like himself. Stoic and unmovable.

However, the word was barely whispered, higher pitched than his usual tone and lacking any stability it may have had. His breaths were still shallow, and his eyes burned from how wide he held them, no glasses to hide behind in that moment.

“Kyoya, I really am sorry, but we need to do this,” Yoshio pushed, hand coming to rest between his prominent scapula and firmly easing him forwards, throwing off his centre of gravity and allowing him to pull his son along once more.

Yoshio may have been shorter than Kyoya, but the man was stockier, firmer on the ground, and just stronger in general. Even before Kyoya starved himself tiny and frail.

“No, Dad, really -”

“No arguments, Kyoya,” Yoshio cuts in, “Why are you fighting me on this? I just need to give you an examination.”

Kyoya didn’t know if his father, in that moment, had decided what his condition was. All Yoshio could see was the protruding bones, and the glazed look on his gaunt face. He couldn’t see the mess of black in his mind, the compulsions that took him over and made him such a control freak over what he put in his mouth, in his body.

Maybe he could still feign sickness. With enough bluffing, maybe his father could believe this to be some sort of disease, and not something that Kyoya had willingly surrendered himself to. He could use his ever-so-carefully crafted masks to assume an image of a boy with some sort of GI issue unable to be diagnosed by blood tests and scans.

He swallowed, feet numbly stumbling still, even if his vision had stopped swimming. He had to gulp down the fear into his aching stomach, indulge Yoshio in his paternal panic, and fake it until he beat the system.

Maybe, just maybe, he could still even hit his UGW. By then, everything would have to just sort itself out. An even hundred pounds.

He took a discreet breath, steadied his gaze from darting over the bathroom, his scale in the same place he always kept it. He just had to step on, and prey he didn’t let any of his ED thoughts spill out from his treacherous mouth.

Distantly, there was a small worry in the back of his mind. One that whispered “you’ll worry him so much”. But he paid it no mind.

One foot. Two feet.

He didn’t close his eyes. His gaze stayed firmly glued to the digital display, watching it like a hawk, despite the fact that he weighed himself the evening before.

Weight is lost overnight due to the body entering a fasting period over those hours. Anything consumed is processed - water weight often dispersed, also. Colloquially, this has been referred to as “morning skinny”.

Kyoya was a big fan of how he looked when morning skinny.

A beep, and his sins were displayed in bright red LEDs for his father to see.

108.8lbs

A smile was trampled down. The fact that he’d still lost, despite being tempted into eating the night before, was like a soothing balm. He couldn’t revel in that now, though; not with the choked gasp Kyoya heard from his father, and the outright horror on Yoshio’s usually stoic features.

The man’s phone was instantly in his hand, tapping in a flurry before a damning sentence was uttered, “Tachibana, get the car ready. We need to take Kyoya to hospital immediately.”

Meanwhile, Kyoya had his part to play. The concerned, scared teenager who couldn’t possibly know how it all got so dire. He allowed Yoshio to bundle him up, simply throwing a jumper and coat over his son’s pyjamas, and grabbing a blanket when Kyoya still shivered in the non-existent chill. He even brought Kyoya two pairs of fluffy socks, when he noticed that his toenails were stained blue from the ice in his veins.

A part of Kyoya thought this was rather… nice. In an odd sense. And didn’t he just feel like a horrible person for that. Here his father was, rushing him to hospital, and all Kyoya’s sluggish brain could latch onto was the fact that he felt so doted on. He could play the part, and get what he wanted, even if his brain was slow from fog. He was Kyoya Ootori, after all.

Devious, cunning, thin Kyoya Ootori, who would soon weigh no more than an even hundred pounds.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

So, I'm back at it with the depressing Ouran fics! I just love fics like this, and Sickly just kind of reminded me of its existence upon reading some of the 3rd volume of Heartstopper (iykyk).

Btw, if anyone says "you can't dissociate while having a panic attack!", I have many personal experiences of doing just that.

So, back again! Let's see if I can pick it up again :)

#ouran high school host club #OHSHC #Kyoya Ootori #Yoshio Ootori #tachibana #sickly series #my fanfiction

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faewild-moonchild · 1 year

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In episode 25, Kyoyas dad slaps him across the face so hard his glasses fall off. Kyoya seems rather unfazed by this, he doesn't even hesitate afterwards to get himself back together. Even if Kyoya is "the cool type" and very good at maintaining his composure, you'd think that after his usually passive father slaps him, even Kyoya would have to have a moment of shock. Makes you wonder, is this a common occurrence? Has Kyoya been hit before when he didn't live up to expectations? Did he expect this, but still let it happen? Did he think he deserved it?

#bro i could go onnnn about Kyoya angst #its free real estate #this poor child though #tw abuse #ouran highschool host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc #Kyoya Ootori #sorry Yoshio Ootori likers. it just got me thinkin #cloud speak

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problematickincalls1 · 1 year

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I'm Yoshio Ootori from ouran high school host club. I'm looking for anyone really, but mostly my children, my favourite buisness partner (yuzuru Souh), or tachibana (my son's bodygaurd). I'm problematic because I was a bit of a neglectful parent, and even hit my youngest once. I do feel bad for this, so if kyoya is out there I'd like to officially apologize. Anyone from my source would be nice to talk to, and even doubles would be interesting to speak to.

#yoshio ootori kin #ouran highschool host club kin #anonymous #canon calls #gone mod

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kincalling · 1 year

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Hello, it's yoshio ootori again. Literally anyone from my source (ouran high school host club). Even those host boys, I was never actually mad at you I promise.

🃏

#yoshio ootori kin #ouran high school host club kin #canon calls

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drinkitfrommymouthsuou · 6 months

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💝 My Wishlist

(outofroses: okay, so I am not entirely sure how this works but here we go)

Ouran High School Host Club:

Yuzuru Suou (father)

Anne-Sophie de Grantaine (mother - he would cry)

Shizue Suou (grandmother)

Ranka Fujioka

Yoshio Ootori (best friend's father)

Haruhi Fujioka (shipping and nonship - especially early in the relationship when they are learning each other's idiosyncrasies)

Kyoya Ootori (shipping and nonship - Ace/Non-Ace Ship (though I love every version of their relationship - from "normal" to queer platonic, friendship, etc. I do like the idea of Kyoya being ace while Tamaki is non-ace, but demiromanitc in nature)

Hikaru Hitachiin (nonship/ship) I’ve shipped them before, but I rather enjoy explore a deeper level of friendship. Hikaru deeply respects Tamaki and is incredibly loyal to him. So it would be fun to explore them settling those big emotions and understanding they’re there for each other.

Kaoru Hitachiin (nonship/ship) same as Hikaru; I’ve shipped them before. Kaoru is very deep, and is so similar to Kyoya. He also respects Tamaki, and probably undesatnds Tamaki’s emotions better than Tamaki does lol.. i.e. the carriage allegory)

Hani and Mori

Renge (pleeeasseeee bring her to me! lol best friends!)

Eclair Tonnerre (would ship, ngl lol)

Umehito Nekozawa

Jean-Pierre (Tamaki's childhood best friend from France; featured in the DS game)

Fruits Basket:

Kyo Sohma, Yuuki Sohma, Shigure Sohma, Haru Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Aya Sohma (fricken adores this dude), .....all the Sohmas! Ouran and Fruba mix very well.

YGO:

Seto Kaiba (we are rich, boi~), Marik Ishtar, Yuugi, Yami, Atem, Joey, etc. YGO also mixes well with Ouran. (YGO verse available soon).

(.....more to be added......)

#⚜ his jester | salem #💝 If Wishes Came True | Wishlist #mobile tbt.#tw shipping

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ouranbutworse · 4 months

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should i add anne sophie to my sims game

#i only have a few of the family members. and by a few i mean ranka and yoshio and the ootori siblings #bc mt komorebi doesn't have enough spaces and i cant be bothered with so many sims

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ootori-sibs · 5 months

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#ouran high school host club #yoshio ootori

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kumezyzo · 2 years

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Something to Gain (0)

Kyoya Ootori x OC

summary.... ootori medical decided it would be beneficial to merge with a pharmaceutical & medical tech company. the only issue being its risky to do. now the only solution is to marry the youngest heirs of either company to make this happen.

content warnings.... angst | fluff | strangers to lovers | more tags to come when i figure out what im doing 'n' stuff 😁..... tell what what i miss and what i should add

the oc can be read as if she was reader with more feminine feature!!!!!

table of contents...

word count: 2.3k

Matsuoka, Akari. Her father, Taebin Matsuoka, plays a big role in the pharmaceutics of Japan running the very large corporation; PharMatsu. Her mother, Yuri Shinozaki, started off as a really small tech business owner that became much larger ShinoTech.

Akari’s grandparents arranged a marriage for her parents in order to merge the large companies and profit off the advancements in medicine they could create. They fell in love later on in their marriage and had Akari.

Akari is the only heir to the now merged company Matsuoka Pharmaceutical Engineering & Technology; MPET.

“We are having dinner with one of your dad’s business partners tomorrow evening, they’ve become great friends and they are planning on discussing a really important business venture.” Yuri said to her daughter as they both sat on a large ivory coloured couch. They were both on the opposite ends of a large crocheted blanket with rows and patches or multiple different colours mixed along the length of it. They were both working on their respective ends, Akari working calmly with a dark blue and Yuri working fast with a bright yellow.

“Is this the same business partner that dad went on a trip with for two weeks and came back ‘rejuvenated’?” Akari asked, recalling the happier demeanor of her father she had never seen before after he came back from a business trip.

“Yes, Yoshio Ootori, we’re meeting his family this time, not just hearing of them through your father.” Yuri said with annoyance of her husband's actions.

“We?” Akari asked, glancing at her mother briefly pausing her hand movements. “I have to go too?”

“He says he wants you to be there to know how business should be conducted as the heir of the company. Apparently there is also a decision he wants you to make alongside him.” Yuri said, continuing to look down at the yarn in her hands.

“I just got into highschool. I thought he was waiting until I was older and ‘more mature’ or whatever.” Akari said, mimicking her fathers deep voice. Yuri laughed at her daughter’s impression and waited to speak again.

“Akari, do me this one favour tomorrow.” Yuri said, finally looking at her daughter. Akari stopped as well, worried about her mothers sudden seriousness. “If something you don’t like comes out of this, don’t react...irrationally.”

“You mean don’t throw a tantrum?” Akari said, her mood turning sour and going back to the blanket. “Are those dad’s words and you toning it down?”

“No, it’s me. Your dad doesn’t really realize how big of a deal this is for you.” Akari looked at her mom in concern. She realized it was more than just a business deal if her mother was asking this much of her.

Akari was sitting in the back of the Ootori family's limousine messing with the lace on her dress as she worried about the dinner she was about to attend. The conversation with her mother had her more concerned than she could have been without it. She was assuming the worst situations and one of them stuck with her. She was getting married off.

Although she was sure that wasn’t the situation, she couldn’t wipe that idea from her mind. She was sitting in a pool of her own worry and dread. She was even starting to damn whatever higher power there was for placing her in a family of this class.

Akari was sitting on her own along the lengthed seat of the car while her parents sat in the back next to each other. She would look over at them and see the way they managed to coordinate their outfits in a way that was cheesy to her, but fascinating to the rest of the world. It made her think of her future, if this was a dinner that would lead to a marriage, would she turn out like her parents.

Akari sat and glanced at her own dress then her parents multiple times realizing how different she looked. She was sitting in a lavender blue, knee length dress. Her father wore a cream coloured suit with red accents. Her mother wore a dress with the same colours. And the more she thought about it, she realized she was never dressed similarly. Whether she chose the clothing or it was a maid or her mother, she looked differently.

“Hey sweetheart, are you okay?” Akari looked over at her father and gave him a blatantly fake smile.

“Of course, it’s not like I have any idea of why I'm here.” Akari said, moving her hair out of her face. Taebin sighed at his daughter's distaste and began to speak, but Akari beat him to it. “Or any idea of what we’re talking about tonight. So, of course I'm okay, dad.”

“Akari, there is no reason to get snippy with me.” Taebin said with a stern voice. A quiet sigh could be heard from Yuri. “You’ll find out when we get there, but until then I need you to wipe that look off your face.”

“Can you two please refrain from having an argument at least for today.” Yuri asked, exasperated. “We’re going to enjoy dinner and discuss what you need too. The only thing you should be arguing over is the deals you are going to make.” She finished, looking over at Akari to remind her what she asked her.

Akari and Taebin both sat back in their seats like scolded children. Both of them glared at eachother one last time before Yuri slapped the back of her husband's head and turned to Akari as if threatening to do the same.

“Taebin! It’s so nice to see you again!” Yoshio Ootori said happily as the Mitsuokas stepped out of the sleek black vehicle. “I am so glad you agreed to bring your beautiful wife and daughter.”

“It’s great to see you again. I'm glad I was even able to get this one out of her room.” Taebin said with a chuckle as he wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders. Akari gave him her least uncomfortable smile.

“It is very nice to meet you Yuri, I’ve heard such great things about you. Your husband speaks very fondly of you.” Yoshio said to Yuri, making her smile warmly at his words. “Welcome inside, my family is happy to see you again.”

Akari looked at her mother in confusion at the way Yoshio ignored her almost entirely. Yuri wrapped her arm around Akari when her father walked ahead, following right behind his business partner.

“You’ll be fine, I just assumed they have a crush on eachother.” Yuri said, making Akari snort at the idea. Yuri smiled at her daughter as they walked behind the two men that were very happily catching up with each other.

As Yoshio showed off the grand entrance of his home, his wife, Tamiko, appeared from a hallway with a smile on her face. She greeted Taebin with a smile and hurried them along into their entertainment room.

“Taebin, you never got to meet the entire family in one place. We managed to wrangle all of our children for one evening.” Tamiko said with a large smile at her children that stood up at the sight of the new guests.

Akari looked around at the Ootori’s watching as they greeted her father and mother. She smiled at the two oldest sons when they came over to shake her hand and proceeded to talk to her dad.

She noticed the way they were all dressed. Yoshio and Tamiko had found a way to wear the same colours, reminding Akari of her own parents. Tamiko had a very deep green dress and Yoshio had on the same coloured green. The oldest brother she had been introduced to, Yuuichi, has matched with his wife with a navy blue tie while she wore a similar coloured jumpsuit with a jacket. Fuyumi, their oldest and only daughter, wore a nude coloured dress and her husband wore a same coloured suit. Akito, their second oldest son, wore a tie and pocket square with the same green as his parents.

Then there was Kyoya, their youngest son. Akari had seen him around school before and heard of him through the girls that religiously went to his club to fawn over him. Once Akari had seen the colour of his suit, she did a double take. It was the exact same as her own. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach for a moment until Fuyumi approached her with a large smile on her face.

“It’s so nice to meet you! That’s a beautiful dress. I’ve heard a lot about you from your father.” Fuyumi said, pulling Akari into a hug. Akari chuckled awkwardly and thanked her. They pulled away from the hug and her father carried her over to meet Kyoya.

“Akari, this is Kyoya. He goes to Ouran, just as you do, you’re in the same year.” Taebin said, introducing the two.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Akari said as she bowed to Kyoya. He gave her a smile and bowed to her as well. He stared at her dress and then his suit, looking just as confused as Akari felt.

Taebin chuckled at their awkwardness and walked away. Soon after, a maid walked in announcing that the table had been set and the food was ready to be served.

Everyone was sat at the large dining table eating their food with a conversation flowing evenly throughout the room. Akari was sitting next to her mother and Fuyumi, across from Kyoya.

Akari felt as if everyone was staring at her whenever there would be a pause in the conversation. Then every once in a while she would see Fuyumi look over at her and then Kyoya, who was also looking at her every couple minutes.

The conversation then shifted to the companies and the air got noticeably thicker to Akari. She felt dread as her mind started racing. Her mother reached over to hold Akari’s hand when the desert was brought out, causing Akari to worry even more.

“It’s risky to merge the companies. The board needs solid reasoning besides money and income.” Akito said once the idea and details of merging came up. He said it in a ‘matter of fact’ tone but confusion displayed on his face.

“And we’ve already made a decision for that to be possible without the board.” Yoshio said, bringing his cup of tea up to his lips. Akari set down the fork she had been using to eat the small piece of cake placed in front of her. Her stomach was churning and the pure smell of sweets made her want to be sick. She placed both of her hands in her lap and gripped onto her mothers. Yuri gave her daughter's hand a squeeze of reassurance.

Akari looked up at Kyoya, who was watching her with a blank look. But she could tell he was confused. Or suspicious. She looked at the tea in her cup and reached to drink from it. The tea seemed to taste far more bitter to Akari than the first few sips she took of it.

Taebin cleared his throat, “Akari, Kyoya,” Akari felt her heart race. “We have planned for you two to get married once you graduate highschool.”

Akari felt like her heart dropped into hell as she looked over to her father who was already staring at her with a stern look. She looked over at her mother with wide eyes, who only gave her a sympathetic look.

“Excuse me?” Kyoya said, sounding almost offended. Akari looked over at Kyoya who’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger as he looked at her exclusively. Akari shrunk under his judgemental gaze, even if it was lessened by the glare on his glasses.

“When did you decide this?” Akari said, looking Yuri in the eyes as she pulled her hand out of her mothers.

“Three weeks ago.” Yoshio said, making everyone look over at him. “It’s decided and already in motion. This will be amazing for both of the companies and there will be no arguing over this.”

“So, you just decided something this big for what? Money?” Taebin looked at his daughter and sighed angrily at her words. Yuri glanced between her daughter and husband, trying to figure out how to defuse an argument that hadn't even started yet.

“Akari, this isn’t up for discussion.” Taebin said, his features hardening, “You'll both get along fine and you’ll see this is better for the businesses.” Akari glared at her father, him returning the look. They sat there for a moment, staring angrily at each other until Akari realized she wasn't going against her father.

Akari would be fighting her father and Mr. Ootori. It was more than just a small decision. It could change lives, the lives of the people that worked with either companies and the lives of the people looking for medical care. It would change her life too, but it will do more good to others than for her to worry about her own. So she looked away and sunk back down into her chair. She quickly picked up her cup as her face heated up in embarrassment.

Kyoya glared at his father and then Akari. Akari’s mind ran a mile a second and felt like she melted into a puddle of regret because of the way Kyoya looked at her. She was starting to wonder how beneficial of a situation this actually was for her.

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insertpoetryhere · 1 year

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If Ouran took place in America, the Ootoris would be from Texas.

#ouran high school host club #yuichi ootori #kyoya ootori #yoshio ootori #Fuyumi Ootori #akito ootori

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adoranoia · 10 months

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CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME. kyoya ootori. NICKNAME. demon lord, hypotensive devil, shadow king, etc etc. kyo, kyoyo.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ALIASES.‏ ‏vice-president/treasurer of the host club‎, the 'cool type' (host title).‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PRONOUNS. he/him.‏‏‎ ‎ HEIGHT.‎ 6'2" / 187.96 cm.‏‏‎ AGE. seventeen.‎‏‏‎ ‎ ZODIAC. sagittarius (western), fire dog (chinese).‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SPOKEN LANGUAGES. fluent in japanese, korean, english, intermediate in‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ a handful of other languages such as spanish, is learning french from tamaki.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR.‎‏‏‎ short black hair, it's well-kept and styled accordingly, ‎naturally a little curly and unruly, but is always brushed out/straightened if need be. FACIAL HAIR. keeps himself clean shaven, hates the sensation of it, tbh. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ EYES. dark brown, sort of chocolatey in color, when the light hits them.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SKIN TONE. pale, with cool undertones, has a beauty mark under his eye. BODY TYPE. ectomorph, long lanky limbs and torso, slender fingers, etc.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ VOICE. ‎somewhat deep, usually teasing and melodic, speaks slowly/carefully. DOMINANT HAND.‏‏ left-handed.‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ POSTURE. ‎‎‏‏‎upright, prim and proper, as if a book is forever balanced on his head.‎ ‎ SCARS. some random scuffs and marks from childhood, but nothing serious. usually hiding some kind of bruises though, due to his father's general abuse.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. wears thin-rimmed oval glasses, sometimes has cute, colorfully painted nails because of tamaki.‏‏‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ― PLACE OF BIRTH. xxxx, japan.ㅤ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ HOMETOWN. xxxx, japan.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ SIBLINGS.‎‏‏‎ ‎yuuichi ootori his oldest brother, akito ootori, the second oldest brother, and fuyumi ootori-shidou, third oldest sister. all are adoptive siblings. ‏‎ PARENTS. yoshio ootori, his adoptive father, and etsuko ootori, his adop‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ -tive mother. kiyoshi akiyama, his biological father, and hanae akiyama, ‏‏‎ ‎ his biological mother. kyoya's biological family were forced to give him up at a young age because of their living conditions, he was adopted by the ootori's, sort of as a unspoken charity case. this is the cause of ‏‏‎ ‎ his obsession of proving himself and worthy of being the family heir.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION.‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎student, host club member‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CURRENT RESIDENCE. xxxx, japan.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CLOSE FRIENDS. ‎particularly close with tamaki suoh, but event‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -ually grows closer to rest of the host club, despite his hesitations. has two childhood friends, kanan matsuyama, and takeshi kuze.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ FINANCIAL STATUS. extremely well off.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ DRIVER'S LICENSE. no. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ CRIMINAL RECORD. ‎‏‏‎n/a.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ VICES.‏‏‎ ‎‏a control freak, and is generally very repressed, lying about his feelings for example, as easily as breathing. can come off blunt and rude, and is a bit jealous at times.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. gay. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. switch.‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.‎‏ n/a‏‎ (he's underage)‎‏‏‎ ‎ TURN OFFS. n/a (he's underage)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏ TURN ON'S. ‎‎‏‏‎n/a ‎‏‏‎(he's underage)‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ LOVE LANGUAGE. ‏‏‎quality time, acts of service.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. tends to avoid them due to the club's ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ work, and is just generally pretty distant and unavailable, hiding behind a veil of neutrality. however, he's actually very sweet and thoughtful, and it still shows through sometimes, despite his best attempts to hide it. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. chilly night (character theme), money money money by abba, the family jewels by marina (misc songs) HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. painting, journaling, fencing, logic puzzles/games. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left-brained. ‎ SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. ‏‏‎oh man, he wants to say it's high, and in a way ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ it is, he knows what he's good at, and prides himself on it, but… other then that? eh, it's shaky at best. he does his best to cover up that fact, though.‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && OOC #* && PROMPTS #* && KYOYA OOTORI : THE 'COOL' TYPE .#IT IS 1AM PLS FORGIVE ME IF THERES TYPOS LMAO #BUT for funsies for funsies..........#headcanons! woo!#abuse mention tw

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