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Their first kiss can hardly be considered that. Kyoya was terrified, he didn’t know how to show his affection to her, and he was way out of his element. But after he planted a quick peck on her lips, the look on her face and the way her eyes beamed at him made it all worth it.
Their first fight wasn’t fun. Chigusa called him a rich brat, and Kyoya threatened to leave her in order to date someone that was more his caliber. And it completely destroyed him. He wouldn’t do something like that, and it hurt to hear the girl he love call him such an awful thing. Though he guessed he deserved it. She had been on the end of the “commoner” bullet before. When he finally apologized, she medicated the situation with her sweet lips, and he was forever grateful for that.
She looked beautiful. The most beautiful he had ever seen her. Everyone could agree that they couldn’t see Kyoya with anyone else. He didn’t want anyone else, and he hoped his father, his brothers, sitting out in the crowd could see how much he needed her. His heart thumped in his chest, and his hands moved to pull the veil away from her face, holding her close as he finally was able to kiss Mrs. Chigusa Ootori.
Scratch that. The most beautiful Kyoya had ever seen Chigusa was right now. Disheveled, sweaty, a look of pure exhaustion on her face - but he found nothing to be a better sight than watching as their child, their daughter, being place across her chest. He leaned down, pressing a loving kiss against her lips, brushing her hair from her face. They finally were a family.
He wasn’t ready to leave her, but he didn’t have a choice. Every inch of his body was giving up and he knew. There wasn’t going to be another day, and these were his last few minutes to look up at her and it was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Leaving this...leaving everything he created for himself was hard enough, but he didn’t want to think of how he was going to leave her. And it was obvious that she knew. The way she clutched to him tightly, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, and the soft whispers of “I’m sorry” were enough to break Kyoya’s now fragile heart.
And then she leaned down, her dry lips brushing against his cracked ones. It may have been their last kiss, but it was perhaps their sweetest. It was one he hoped would get her through the rest of her years until they could be reunited.