Tamaki anticipated the scolding that he were sure was to come. Despite priding himself in choosing his friends correctly, Kyouya always seemed to be that one - special friend; whom aside from their close contact with financial duties, tried to distance himself from Tamaki, regardless of his actions. And, to be quite honest, he didn’t understand why. Was he really that much a bother and if so, why would Kyouya put up with it for this long? Of course he had been yelled at, on countless occasions, however…
There was always something in Kyouya’s voice, as there was now - that made him think that just maybe, there was more to it than that. More to it, meaning Kyouya didn’t exactly dislike Tamaki on some level, but wished to understand him more than anything else. Add that, with the male’s ‘uncaring’ reactions that were seemingly obvious to be hiding his true feelings on the subject; Tamaki knew that deep down, Kyouya liked him more than he put on.
Happy and somewhat thankful at the others’ response, Tamaki shifted once more - this time with glee. “Thank you, Kyouya~” He spoke enthusiastically, though being sure to keep his voice just above a whisper. Yet even though he knew there were certain boundaries he shouldn’t cross, he shuffled forward even more, and lifted his arms in the process. Laughing quietly and smiling as well, violet orbs slid shut immediately as he wrapped his arms around the other male. Pressing his face forward and against the other’s chest, he relaxed - albeit gradually, as he let out a content breath.
❝Thank you, Kyouya~❞
It almost took Kyouya off guard when Tamaki didn’t immediately jump on him like a magnet, he had in fact grow rather accustomed to having to pry the blond’s scrawny figure off his. But instead, to his surprise, he was slow— gentle. Which in fact, crept under his skin more so than the expected reaction would have.
In all actuality, Tamaki wasn’t as much of a pest as Kyouya made him out to be. He knew that he didn’t have a reason to be so easily annoyed with the Host Club’s leader. He didn’t hate Tamaki, he probably did like him even more than he was aware. After all, despite his apprehensive and abrasive approach towards the teen, Tamaki was one of his closest friends. Perhaps, what bothered Kyouya the most— was the lack of control Kyouya felt when Tamaki was around. It was almost as if… he knew him better than anyone else. Tamaki Suoh had gotten in Kyouya’s head more times and to more extents than anyone else had in his entire life, and he hated it. How could one person make him feel so… vulnerable— so exposed… without even trying?
Gradually, Kyouya forced the tension that writhed beneath his ribs out through his breath, even though the older failed to cease the contact between them. “So are you going to tell me what this is all about now?” Changing the topic as efficiently as he possibly could, Kyouya obviously hadn’t forgotten about their minute spat that had gone askew earlier. There was obviously a reason behind Tamaki’s sudden self-invitation to stay with his friend— ironically, the two weren’t exactly known for their frequent slumber parties. He hadn’t drawn on the subject much at the time, but Tamaki was obviously hiding something from Kyouya. He was hesitant to let anything spill out in public earlier in the day, but Kyouya wasn’t the kind of person to let things go easily, especially if they had spiked his interest. After all, he was lending him his very own bed, none the less his home for the evening to Tamaki’s request, something he wouldn’t normally do. The lease the other could have done in return would be to tell him why. The sound rumbled through his windpipes lowly, and despite the obvious, forced sympathy that projected in his tone, there were still fragments of insecurity that remained sprinkled throughout his words. “Why are you here, Tamaki?”
Despite the fact that Tamaki was often looked down upon for having a childish, lost child-like personality with an innocent mind and no where to go— he was quite surprisingly very perceptive and observant. Whether or not Kyouya was aware of that fact made no difference to him, so despite the fact that Kyouya was known for sleeping late and being a hassle to awaken; Tamaki knew better.
He knew that, at times, Kyouya could look like one thing, yet really be pretending to be another. There were times when that unapproachable aura would surround Kyouya, threatening all who came near that he would not be pleasant or so easily spoken to. But that was just a mask— albeit a very carefully constructed one— of Kyouya’s ways of protecting himself so that others wouldn’t come near him. And like that, everything else Kyouya did, could also be construed for something other than what was visible, this Tamaki knew.
So the fact that upon nestling within the others’ bed, the other had turned around to face him— didn’t surprise him in the least. Though, he too had ways of acting one thing whilst feeling another; and couldn’t help but portray that as he blinked up at the other a couple of times— and felt his eyes water.
“I-I was just lonely, is all… Really, Kyouya.” Voice murmuring in a quiet, hushed tone, the blonde pleaded. “I thought you were asleep, so I didn’t think you’d mind.” Curling up a bit, yet at the same time moving; his elbow came to rest upon the pillow’s top as he leaned over the other. “Am I bothering you that much?”
Kyouya shouldn’t have felt guilty. That fool, the Host Club King pulled this card on him all the time when he didn’t get what he wanted. But somehow, as he caught sight of those fierce, watery violet eyes that quivered as an ashamed puppy’s would, Kyouya found himself incapable of resisting the guilt that tugged at his abrasive heart strings. “You know better than to disturb me in my sleep, Tamaki.” He wanted to be stern. He wanted to teach Tamaki a lesson, a lesson which he seemed to never retain. His voice was just as hard as it was initially, however unlike his previous reprimand, Kyouya spoke lower this time, gentler, and even if he wouldn’t voice it aloud, there were fragments of an implied apology that had sprinkled through the crimps of his deep murmur.
The raven-haired teen craned his shoulders slightly in the blond’s direction, the ivory, silken sheets of his bedding skating down the naked skin of his shoulder to reveal a few inches of Kyouya’s pale, bare chest. “Just—…” In the process of his shifting, he felt his ankle bump carelessly against Tamaki’s own leg. But strangely, and much in fact to his own surprise, Kyouya didn’t reposition himself to a more comfortable distance from the other boy. “Go to sleep, moron.” He growled. However, to his own dismay, the intentional coldness in his deep charcoal eyes seemed to melt away upon spotting the faint, hardly noticeable rose shading to the older teen’s pasty cheeks.
But he wouldn’t admit to himself that the simple sight of Tamaki’s forlorn, delicate face somehow managed to successfully settle his anger almost instantaneously.
Although the home was quiet, careful steps were still taken throughout the long corridors of the Ootori estate’s exquisite household. To the average visitor, be it from a rich family or poor - the interior of the home would seem quiet and almost peaceful. Though despite his silent surroundings and empty rooms, the blonde couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit uneasy as he crept his way out of the guest room which he was given, and directed his route towards a familiar, less than empty bedroom of the one he had known.
“Kyouya?” He murmured the brunette’s name quietly, allowing his fingers to both grip and gently turn the handle of the doorknob which was now held within his grasp. Upon opening the object, he couldn’t help but cringe as the high-pitched squeaking noise sounded throughout the room.
Looking inside, inclining his neck and peeking around the corner— Tamaki stilled. Watching the slow rise and fall of the blankets with every breath the male took which held a body beneath the covers, he pressed his lips together wordlessly as he stepped into the room. He knew that earlier, after forcing the other to watch a movie with him— the male had clearly kicked him out for the night. But even though Kyouya’s words were sincere— more of an order than a request, he couldn’t help but return to the familiar room which seemed more comfortable than his own.
“Are you awake?” Upon receiving no reply, a soft smile began to grace his features. Though he knew Kyouya would be mad, waking up to such a thing— he didn’t particularly mind nor care at the moment. In fact - as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him; it was automatic, his legs taking swift strides towards the bed as he then crawled beneath the covers. And even though he wasn’t exactly sure why his body knew what to do, before his mind had enough time to process how to react; he found himself relaxing almost immediately as his head hit the pillow beside the others’.
Whether or not Tamaki was aware of it or not, Kyouya was actually quite a light sleeper. And despite his other contrasting sleeping habits, ironically, he was nearly always conscious of his surroundings, even in an unconscious state. So when he heard the characteristically loud, clumsy footsteps down the barren hallway, Kyouya growled in agitation, tossing to his side to face his back to the door.
Tamaki was essentially a clumsy, helpless, puppy that couldn’t take care of itself. Kyouya knew that from day one. And at first, it angered him to unimaginable levels. But… as they grew closer and their bond began to root deeper than he had ever expected, the Host King seemed to somehow bevel a place in Kyouya’s heart. Tamaki was his best friend, and naturally he cared for his well being and cherished his friendship. But that didn’t change the fact that Tamaki Suoh was still the one person who could get under Kyouya’s skin like no one else.
When he heard the door creak open and the delicate, cautious voice that followed, Kyouya remained facing the opposite direction and kept quiet. The moron had already practically refused to leave his room earlier, begging that they spend more “Mommy and Daddy time” together. Despite his frustration with the blond, Kyouya eventually gave in. Why couldn’t Tamaki ever just do what he wanted?
“Are you asleep?”
Asleep, yes. Just pretend you’re asleep he’ll leave you alone. He squeezed his eyes shut and once again ceased to respond.
It shouldn’t have come as a shock to Kyouya when he felt the mattress sink down with the uninvited entrance of the other to his personal cavern of bedding. But it did. What did that fool think he was doing? An explosion of rage that had been simmering beneath the surface was boiling over quickly. He could practically feel the heat of the teen’s body radiating against him beneath the sheets, and that caused his shoulders to tense. The seemingly content silence that the other seemed to relish in only lasted momentarily before Kyouya jerked his head over his shoulder to shoot piercing daggers at the other, who was now nesting comfortably in HIS bed, from the corner of his eye. “What do you want, Tamaki?!”
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An eye twitched. Daggers shot from merciless onxy orbs towards the gray figure. “It’s not in your interest to do tha—”
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