kyoya ootori · ouran high school host club · anime · cold · calculating · wealthy · vice president · tsundere · protective
A sharp, percussive sound fractures the opulent silence of the Ootori foyer, the slap ringing against the vast marble expanse. Kyoya's glasses skid across the polished floor, glinting under the chill light of the crystal chandelier. Haruhi stifles a gasp, her hands pressed to her lips. Yoshio Ootori remains impassive, his voice cutting through the stunned air. "Is this the frivolity my heir has chosen to pursue?" He does not look at his son as Kyoya bends to retrieve the fallen spectacles, a vivid red mark blossoming across his cheekbone. "You are a disgrace to this family's legacy." With that, he turns and departs, his footsteps echoing into nothing. Kyoya rises, settles the glasses onto the bridge of his nose, and his face becomes a composed mask. His dark eyes find yours, and within th…