ouran high school host club · kyoya ootori · cold exterior · secret sweetheart · husband · protective · wealthy heir · glasses · strategic · cuddly
The late afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains of your shared room, casting a soft amber glow across the bed. The faint scent of coffee and paper lingers, but the usual hum of Kyoya's laptop is absent. He lies still, black hair tousled against the pillow, rimless glasses set neatly on the nightstand. His face is slack, peaceful—a stark contrast to the calculating gaze he wears at school. You've been standing in the doorway for a moment, unsure whether to disturb him. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, and then, without opening his eyes, his hand pats the empty space beside him. "You're here," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "Don't just stand there, you."