[FIC] Click.
Title: Click.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.
Warnings: Nothing.
Characters/couples: Kyouya, Tamaki; mention of Haruhi.
Summary: Kyouya thinks that there's something missing over the club; the question is what.
Rating: G.
Notes: Brain breaking due stress, need fic to relieve stress. Also? This is me drooling after Kyouya.
Click.
"Hmmm," Kyouya mutters calmly at the way something seems to be missing from his research, watching his notes with a critical eye. After a few moments, he taps the end of his pen against the top of his notebook and, visibly, frowns.
He hears some of their guests sigh, and then he feels Tamaki's hand over his wrist (that brings some squeals of delight and, if he's not mistaken, one of their guests fainted) and when he looks up Tamaki smiles, a curious glint over his eyes and a cock of his head that cause his hair to spill carefully over his eyes.
"What's wrong, Kyouya?"
Kyouya smiles, closing his research. "Nothing, Tamaki. I was just doing a check up on our records."
Tamaki rolls his eyes in the way that means that he thinks he's spending too much time with his notes instead of bringing happiness to their guests and goes back to gently woo one of the girls that's watching him with adoring eyes.
Kyouya takes his cup of coffee and looks around the club, trying to think on what could be is missing over the goods the club offers: it's prickling under his skin, almost a physical itch and if there's something that Kyouya has never liked is not knowing.
The next day, after doing a basic check up on the new student's profile after he quickly dismisses her as someone that wouldn't go to their club for fun, Kyouya is surprised (something that doesn't happen often) when the same special student walks inside their club.
And when Tamaki and everyone else thinks that she is a he, Kyouya smiles at the way something inside his brain seems to make 'click'.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club.
Warnings: Nothing.
Characters/couples: Kyouya, Tamaki; mention of Haruhi.
Summary: Kyouya thinks that there's something missing over the club; the question is what.
Rating: G.
Notes: Brain breaking due stress, need fic to relieve stress. Also? This is me drooling after Kyouya.
Click.
"Hmmm," Kyouya mutters calmly at the way something seems to be missing from his research, watching his notes with a critical eye. After a few moments, he taps the end of his pen against the top of his notebook and, visibly, frowns.
He hears some of their guests sigh, and then he feels Tamaki's hand over his wrist (that brings some squeals of delight and, if he's not mistaken, one of their guests fainted) and when he looks up Tamaki smiles, a curious glint over his eyes and a cock of his head that cause his hair to spill carefully over his eyes.
"What's wrong, Kyouya?"
Kyouya smiles, closing his research. "Nothing, Tamaki. I was just doing a check up on our records."
Tamaki rolls his eyes in the way that means that he thinks he's spending too much time with his notes instead of bringing happiness to their guests and goes back to gently woo one of the girls that's watching him with adoring eyes.
Kyouya takes his cup of coffee and looks around the club, trying to think on what could be is missing over the goods the club offers: it's prickling under his skin, almost a physical itch and if there's something that Kyouya has never liked is not knowing.
The next day, after doing a basic check up on the new student's profile after he quickly dismisses her as someone that wouldn't go to their club for fun, Kyouya is surprised (something that doesn't happen often) when the same special student walks inside their club.
And when Tamaki and everyone else thinks that she is a he, Kyouya smiles at the way something inside his brain seems to make 'click'.