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don't threaten me with a good time affiliated kyoya ootori

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Hello friends! My name’s Tayo and I’ll be your resident Kyoya. Also this is a starter call. Cap’s at 3 for now because I’m a busy lady. 

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since she had first heard of it, rei had done all in her power to evade the host club—and its members. if she was spotted indulging in the company of subjectively handsome men, it would be a disaster, not only to herself but to her father’s reputation. 

the pro’s and con’s of being the daughter of a policeman. 

regardless of her sentiment in the affairs surrounding the club itself, she had no particular disdain for the members themselves. from what she gathered, they made many young women, ladies happy. and coincidentally or not, she found herself in the same class as kyoya ootori (another rich one), every thursday just after lunch bloc.

there was still time before the bell would ring, signalling the start of class, and she had already pulled her notebook from her bag when she realized she had forgotten in her pen in the previous classroom. given the sheer size of the building, there was hardly any point in retrieving it.

defeated, she turned to face the student behind her, none other than the bespectacled ravenette himself, ❝ hey, ootori, care to lend me a pen or somethin’ ? i’m not doing it out of ‘host club fangirl’-ness, i just left mine in the chem class. ❞

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Kyoya was used to just running through his days until he could climb back in his bed and relax. Relaxing was hard when you had about eight thousand things to do in each day. And everyone took him for granted. All the things he did for everyone. Running around until he drove himself into the groud, and no one even offered him a thank you. 

The only flattery he got anymore were from his clients. And even then, they were paying to spend time in his company. 

He sat in his next class - belly full of food catered especially to his needs. There wasn’t much he could complain about. This was his favorite class of the day and he was that much closer to being able to go home and maybe squeeze in a 20 minute power nap before he had to head to work. 

Kyoya dragged his pen across the paper of his notepad, mindlessly scribbling down notes that he would deal with later when a girl’s voice pulled him away. Rei, the girl that sat directly in front of him, had asked him a question. 

Furrowing his brows, he handed over the pen in his hand before reaching into his bag for another. 

“You do realize you just had to ask for a pen and all the other fluff was completely unnecessary, right? It’s just a pen.” He smirked, letting off a little chuckle. “Unless you had to add the other bit to emphasize how badly you want to come sit with me at Namba.” He offered her a wink before adjusting his glasses 

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kyoya headcanon

While Kyoya prefers classical and oldies music, he really, really digs The 1975.

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serious host club business || kyoya + hikaru

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This truly was a nice boudoir, Hikaru had to admit. Only at a glance, it resembled one from a foreign country. He stepped closer to get a better look, but he felt himself being jerked backwards by his jacket. He frowned, his lips turning downwards as he began to pout. “But Kyoya think about what the boudoir could do for the customers. They love our costumes and we need more room for all of our costumes!”

He shook Kyoya off of him and was finally able to approach the boudoir. He ran his fingers along the wood, feeling the smoothness under his fingers. The finishing was quite exquisite. He opened it, gasping slightly at the interior. It was bigger than it appeared on the outside. It would work wonders if only Kyoya would let them get it.

“Can we get it? Please?” Hikaru whined, looking back at Kyoya. He had to use his words carefully around the Shadow King. One wrong fumble and Kyoya would easily say no without a second thought.

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“No. We can’t get it.” Kyoya repeated. He glanced down at his list, groaning about how much they still had to do. Part of him wanted to leave the twin here. Let him faun over the the boudoir. Though Kyoya couldn’t do that to the twin. He was his friend - regardless of how much he irritated him. 

“Hikaru, you do realize if we’re late to the bakery, our order won’t be processed and that means Honey-Senpai will be without desserts for a few days.” Kyoya adjusted his glasses. “But by all means, fondle the boudoir.”

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Chigusa’s hand fell to the table. Probably a little harder than it should have, making a noise louder than she should have. She rolled her eyes then began to speak. “Oh of COURSE. DADDY said so and whatever DADDY says, goes because poor little Kyoya can’t have a life of his own. That’s what it is, isn’t it? That’s what it’s ALWAYS been. I’m just not good enough for you. So why? Why did you bother? Why did you string me along for all that time when you knew as soon as your father caught wind, you were going to up and leave? Why put me through all that?” She didn’t understand. She would NEVER understand his lack of motivation to live a life of his own. If he kept this up, he was going to end up married to mail order bride his father picked and he’d never be happy all for some stupid company he could run just fine regardless of who he was with. He was right though. This was her decision. What happened from here on out was up to her. It didn’t take much time for her to decide what she wanted, she knew the second she heard his voice what she wanted. Chigusa took a deep breathe before finally spilling. “Kyoya…” She tried to speak in a calmer tone. “I want to be with you of course. You know I love you more than anything but I…can’t keep playing this game with you. If you leave me…again, I want it to be of YOUR accord. I don’t want to be with a puppet. I don’t want someone making all your decisions for you. I don’t want this to constantly happen. I can’t and I won’t put myself through it again. So, if you can promise me that there will be no more interference like this; that you will choose things that YOU want rather than "what’s best for the family,” then I still want to be with you…I want to try again.“

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Kyoya would be lying if he said her words didn’t make his blood boil. His family name was ultimately who he was in this town. There was no way he could label himself as a traitor to his family. 

“Chigusa,” He set his cup of tea down with a rather loud clank. “You are asking me to give up my entire life. You are sitting in front of me and asking me to give up everything that I’ve ever worked for. The lifestyle that I live. You are asking me to walk away from my family - my mother and sister, my father, my brothers. You are asking me to give up almost all of my best friends. Do you think their parents are going to allow them to associate with me if I decide to betray my father?” 

He stared at her. He wanted her to feel everything that he felt. He wanted her to know exactly what she was doing to him. This was his whole life. For her. Kyoya loved her - with everything he was. He would do anything for her. 

Except give his family up. 

When she didn’t immediately answer him. He let his gaze fall. “Chigusa, I’m sorry. I love you. You know I love you. But you also know I can’t make any promises on behalf of my father. If you feel like you can’t accept that, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

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Chigusa wasn’t sure why everyone was staring…did they know? Did he talk about her to ALL of them? She made a quick sigh and ignored Tamaki and took Kyoya’s hand, following him to the table. She watched as he shooed the other girls away. Part of her wanted to stick her tongue out at them. How stupid could these girls be? Don’t they know they mean nothing? Lost in thought, she almost didn’t notice he pulled her chair out. She quickly sat so it didn’t look like she was completely not paying attention. She stared at him from across the table as he offered her tea. Chigusa leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms again. “No I don’t want tea. I want to talk. I want answers, Kyoya.” She huffed. “Why didn’t you keep in better touch? What even are we now? The very LEAST you could’ve done was give some kind of closure if you didn’t want to be with me anymore.” Her words were just falling out. Everything she never got to say before, she finally could get out. She didn’t mean to be as aggressive as she was but it was like she couldn’t control it. Plus…he kind of deserved it. She was heartbroken and hurt all over again. She loved him more than anything and he just screwed her over in the end.

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Kyoya should have expected this sort of response. He promised her that he wouldn’t hurt her - that he would do whatever he could to make her happy. And he had broken that promise. He ruined her. He knew that she was going to come at him, and be angry with him. Ultimately, Kyoya knew he deserved this. Though, that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

“Chigusa...” He began, holding his own cup of tea in his hands. It was enough to stable him so that he wasn’t obviously distraught. “I don’t know.” It was an honest enough answer. He didn’t know what they were, or why he didn’t keep in touch. 

“It was a very...delicate situation. My father made sure there was someone keeping an eye on me at all times. To ensure I didn’t disgrace our name any further.” He looked down into the light brown liquid in his cup. This wasn’t exactly helping our cause. “I loved you. More than you could ever know. And I realize what I did to you was incredibly stupid. I can’t ask you to forgive me because I don’t deserve it. I can’t make these decisions as to what we are. I am the one that hurt you. Ultimately, I am in your hands. Not the other way around for a change.”

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serious host club business || kyoya + hikaru

@divitiarum, i should have taken your brother...

“Hikaru, no.” Kyoya muttered, grabbing onto the back of his friend’s blazer. At this point, Kyoya would have been better off taking literally any other member of the host club on their errands. Or even going alone. But Kyoya knew that taking Hikaru was the worst decision he had ever made. “We are not buying another boudoir for your costumes. We don’t need one, and it’s not in the budget. What we’re here for is decorations for the host club. We have an event soon and the host club is looking a little drab.” 

It was no use. The twin was already hanging over the finely carved wood, running his fingers over the dark exterior. He sighed, fingers going to rub at his temples. 

“Hikaru, come on.”

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There was a shift in his demeanor. She couldn’t tell exactly what but something changed. Chigusa felt an overflow of emotions. She wanted to burst into tears and hug him; to fall back into him but she couldn’t. They were in public and at the host club no less. She always hated it here. She stiffened up and held her head high. Had to fake it to make it, right? “I’m here because I…want a host.” She looked around. “You…to be exact.” She looked back up at him with a stern look. He was trapped now. He couldn’t avoid her anymore. He had to answer all her questions. She crossed her arms hesitantly. “So…you gunna show me to a table?”

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It was like everything stopped in the host club. Everyone knew what she meant to him, what had happened between them. He could feel the eyes of his current guests burning into his back. Even the twins had stopped their jokes. Honey had stopped the chewing of his cake. From the corner of his eye, he could see Tamaki - his best friend, his second in command - begin to stand and try to help in the situation by taking Chigusa to his table. 

But before Tamaki got the chance, Kyoya held his hand out for her to take. At the end of the day, Kyoya was a host. He would be damned if he didn’t do his job. Especially for her. 

“Ladies,” Kyoya murmured toward his few other guests. “I’m afraid I am about to be preoccupied for the time being. I encourage you to join one of our other hosts as they would be happy to entertain you at this moment. Now if you would excuse me...”

His hand gripped onto Chigusa’s, leading her toward the back of the room. He offered her a seat, sitting on the chair across from her. 

“Would you like some tea?”

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Chigusa had barely pushed the door open when she heard his voice. She didn’t even have to look up to know exactly who it was too. How does this keep happening? This is the second time she’s accidently stumbled into a host club. You’d think by now she’d know to steer clear of them but maybe it was destiny…or fate that had her run into him…again. Chigusa walked in from the door way, letting it close softly behind her. She looked up and gently spoke. “Kyoya?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about seeing him yet. Part of her was mad because they’d been through so much together but that seemed like years ago when in reality it was not even 6 months ago. He left because of his family which was inevitable. Chigusa wasn’t sure why she thought even for a second that she’d be what kept him there. He said he’d keep in touch but it became obvious that he meant that loosely because she rarely heard from him. She stopped caring or expecting anything at all fairly quickly. She hadn’t dated anyone since nor had she thought about it because she wasn’t even sure they were broken up or what they were at this point. On the other hand, she felt her insides do that thing that only he made her feel. Like her heart was in her throat but floating at the same time. Like she had butterflies but she was going to throw them up. She studied his face. Nothing had changed. He still had the face that somehow looked gentle and stern at the same time. Still just as handsome. Still the same look that attracted her to him in the first place. Chigusa held her breath. She didn’t know what he was going to do or say so she just waited.

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It was her. 

He could feel his heart skip beats, jumping up into his throat. His hands immediately went clammy and his breathing turned shallow. It wasn’t like he was purposely trying to avoid her. But when Kyoya’s father had learned of Chigusa’s existence, and how Kyoya felt about the commoner girl, it wasn’t long until Kyoya had a one way ticket far away laying on his bed. 

He didn’t even tell her he was leaving until he was already gone. 

Kyoya loved her. Loved every part of her, with every part of him. 

“Chigusa.” He murmured. Kyoya wanted to reach out and touch her - hold her, kiss her, run his fingers through her hair. But here he was - at his job. His job where he entertained other ladies. Where he held their hands, played with their hair, told them words he should have only been speaking to her. 

“What are you doing here?”

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“Welcome,” Kyoya murmured, a soft smirk on his lips. “To the Namba Host Club. Do you have a guest preference, or could I escort you to my table?” 

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Hello friends. It is I, Princess Tayo (or your lovely Tiger mod). I need to do some stuff with Kyoya. 

So here’s a starter call for this kid. No limit because group size is relatively small. 

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“Wow, this guy really doesn’t like to give any information.”

“You really love not giving anything out, don’t ya? Why in the Hell do you want references for me?”’ She’s ready to just punch this guy in his smug, glasses-wearing face. 

“Why in the Hell is he even here in Steinete?”

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“My dear,” Kyoya began, taking a step toward the young lady. “Why do you think people owe you something when you act like such an uncultured brat?”

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Kyoko’s eyebrow twitches. “Oh great not only is he an asshole, he’s a stuck-up asshole.”

Her posture relaxes, as he poses no threat to her. “That still doesn’t answer my question about what you wrote down.”

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“References for later.” He adjusted his glasses. Flipping the book shut, he slides it into his pocket. 

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Kyoko’s eyes flickered down to the notebook, anger starting to rise even more. “What in the Hell are you writing down, asshole, and what’s with the one syllable response!?”

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“My name is Kyoya Ootori.” He mused, glancing over his glasses at her. 

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“…who in in the Hell are you,” she questioned, posture ready to lunge and attack. 

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“Hm.” Kyoya mused, pulling out his notebook and beginning to jot notes down. 

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