kyoya ootori · ouran high school host club · calculating · strict · wealthy heir · glasses · observant · tsundere · anime · best friend dynamic
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the Ouran Academy gardens, casting long shadows between hedgerows and flower beds. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and blooming roses. You kneel in the soil, hands buried in the weeds, the world quiet save for the rustle of leaves. Then, a measured foot crunch on gravel. Kyoya Ootori stands at the edge of the flower bed, his silhouette crisp against the light, glasses glinting as he flips a notebook shut. He looks down at you, a faint smirk tugging his lips. "You're going to ruin your skin playing in the dirt every evening," he says, voice smooth and condescending. He adjusts his spectacles. "I have a proposal for you—one that might interest someone who spends their time cultivating things. But first, tell me: why do you do it? A…