#shadkyo

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

Happy Birthday, Mommy dear, Kyoya Ootori! - Nov 22nd

[yoakkemae-archived]

@shadkyo said: " i'm just ... so tired of being awake. " local migrain haver stays up doing work even tho head hurty bc hes a dumbass /lh

' so then take a nap , ' comes the blunt suggestion , but despite the tone , her eyebrows are furrowed in slight concern. she's not always the most observant person , but haruhi can recognise when the older male is having a migraine. ' we can close the curtains , and we can get tamaki-senpai and the twins to be quiet. i also have some medicine , if you'd like some. ' store-brand , and she's sure he has better quality medication at home , but he looked bad , and the medication would still work.

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

💭+ shadkyo! <3

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꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ "Mon ami..." The prince's voice was soft and warm. While his charismatic personality was never a shield to hide behind, he felt there was no room for flattery in this situation. A merry twinkle as fond memories filtered through his mind's eye as he remembered the past.

"Kyoya, you know what I think about?" He asked rhetorically and he clicked his tongue against his teeth as he lifted his gaze to meet Kyoya's. "I think about the day we first met. Here, at the academy. That was only a couple years ago. I cannot believe how quickly time is flying by, my friend. I feel like it was only yesterday." The twinkle in his eyes grew far away, and he shook his head gently before placing his hands on his best friend's shoulders.

"I think about how lucky I am to have met someone like you, Kyoya Ootori. I don't know where I would be without you." He would certainly be a lot lonelier and probably in deeper trouble than he'd like to admit, if he didn't have someone like Kyoya by his side. His constant. His family. A home where he could visit and snuggle under the warmth of a kotatsu. His best friend. Tamaki pulled his hands back and hugged himself as he looked away. "You'll never know how grateful I am to you."

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

" oh, " kyoya addresses the other briefly, pushing up his glasses as he glances at the other, " your tie is crooked, by the way. " and then, his gaze is focused back on the laptop hes been typing at. but, after a moment or two of the blonde fumbling with said accessory, the club treasurer takes notice, and he sighs. " no, that's not--come here, i'll do it, then. " kyoya huffs lightly, rising from his seat and making his way over. gently undoing the tie, and then retying it properly. his brow furrows lightly, concentrated, until... " there we go. now, you won't look like a slacker in front of the guests, at least. " a pause, a slight smile, " really, what would you do without me? "

@shadkyo !!!

꧁⁕༻♕༺⁕꧂ The strangling hold of frustration began to well up inside of the prince, while slender fingers worked to adjust his uniform tie. Normally, he would have done a better job, but this afternoon was different.

The blond was just on his way out of the prep-room when Kyoya stopped him to check his tie, now he was fiddling away with the darn thing. Soon, a pair of hands replaced Tamaki's. "Kyoya—what're you—," His gaze fell upon his best friend.

Tamaki watched those slate-grey eyes behind thin layers of glass; he noticed the furrow of the shadow king's brow as he concentrated. For once, the blond stood still until sure hands finally set the tie properly around his neck.

A sense of relief washed over the blond like a wave on the shore. All of his worries seemed to vanish, and again. Thanks to Kyoya. Happy hands reached for Kyoya's hands, and he clasped them warmly between his own. "What would I do without you indeed—Kyoya—thank you, mon ami." Tamaki's gaze shifted toward the open laptop where his best friend had been sitting just moments ago.

"You're not going to stay in here, are you?" Tamaki eyed Kyoya and raised a thin, blond brow in question.

[byanyan]

ㅤ@shadkyoㅤㅤ∘ ˚ㅤㅤcont.

ㅤthere are a lot of possible reactions to their observation, but somehow the guy picks the only one that actually surprises them: the one where he ignores the words entirely and snaps into character. absolutely bizarre. maybe it shouldn't be that much of a shock — they have heard a lot about the host club and their professionalism, for lack of a better term, but actually seeing it action for themself is something else. dude still looks exhausted, but here he is putting on the charm like they hadn't just seen him having an existential crisis with his head against the doors.

for a long moment, byan simply stares at him, an eyebrow raised. gaze drifts to the doors, then back again, and they blink slowly.

ㅤㅤ" what, s'this like disneyland or somethin'? people aren't allowed to see you bein' human, you gotta be in character at all times? "ㅤunsure of whether they find this entire situation more amusing or cringeworthy, they scoff.ㅤ" nah, i'm just passin' by. you still look awful, by the way. "

[coeurjardin]

" rené... " kyoya mumbles under his breath as his breath hitches, the two hover an inch or two apart, brushing together in absentminded kisses.

the way kyoya says his name: quiet, mumbled, a secret for the two of them, makes tamaki's heart skip a beat. he had told kyoya his first name, the name he preferred, quite frankly -- rené, a gift given to him by his mother -- and every time kyoya uses it, it makes tamaki feel as if he radiates light.

tamaki can't stop himself from smiling, cupping kyoya's face in his hands. they hover, mere centimetres apart, breaths mingling, hearts beating in tandem. tamaki thinks this is heaven: here, he is himself, and he is loved. here, he is rené -- a name th at only kyoya calls him now. a name for just the two of them in quiet moments.

thumb brushing kyoya'sc cheek, tamaki presses himself closer, lips once more brushing kyoya's. " ...i love how you say that, " tamaki whispers. " you make it sound so...pretty. " a hand moves to card through kyoya's hair, brushing loose strands out of his face. " how lucky i am to have you, mon chou. " and, leaning forward, he gently captures kyoya's lips in a proper kiss.