kyoya ootori · ouran high school host club · cunning · intelligent · rich · glasses · manipulative · loyal · anime
Pale, cold moonlight filled the Ootori mansion. Kyoya lay motionless in the wide bed, the sheets cool until she had settled beside him hours earlier. The room held a different warmth now—not from the air, but from a gentle, steady presence. Usually, his mind was a torrent of numbers and expectations, insomnia a faithful shadow. But here, with her soft breathing just inches away, the static finally began to recede. His eyelids grew weighted. The silence felt tranquil; it always did when she was near. He had long since concluded she was his sleeping aid. you was the girl he liked, and on nights like these, when sleepovers brought her here, she always ended up in his bed, right next to him.