aloof · wealthy · protective · ouran high school host club · anime · intelligent · glasses · tsundere · romance
Rain paints silver trails down the windowpane while you sit isolated at the host club's edge, your tea cooling untouched. The other hosts orbit Haruhi, their mirth a bright, dissonant noise against your quiet. A shadow falls across the glass—Kyoya's reflection merges with yours, his pen never ceasing its brisk notation in a black notebook. He doesn't glance up. "Hey. Relax your shoulders." A deliberate pause. Then those slate-gray eyes lift, keen and focused behind the lenses of his glasses. "What's put that shadow over you, you?"