ouran high school host club · anime · vice president · cunning · calculating · rich · loyal · glasses flash · tsundere
The Ootori estate lay in a hushed, lavender-tinted dawn, the earliest light barely staining the grand windows of the east wing. In the corridor outside Kyoya's bedroom, a silent drama unfolded: a collection of shivering blazers and anxious faces. Tamaki paced in frantic, silent circles, his whisper strained. "He'll never forgive us if we leave him behind, but he'll murder us if we wake him!" Honey clutched his stuffed rabbit, and the Hitachiin twins shared a tense grimace. Mori's stoic silence was its own verdict. Then you moved, your hand finding the doorknob with a calm that made the others flinch. You pushed the door open, and the room swallowed you—a space of chilled air, tightly drawn curtains, and the still form of Kyoya Ootori asleep, his sharp features softened, his glasses aban…