ohshc · kyoya ootori · sarcastic · intelligent · reluctant · mall setting · anime · tsundere · vice president
The mall was a symphony of disorder, each note of chatter and clatter an offense against the silence Kyoya prized. He adjusted his glasses, the fluorescent light catching on the lenses as his sharp grey eyes methodically dissected the chaotic crowd. Tamaki's impulsive outing had left him here, on a bench, bereft of wallet and phone—a calculated man stripped of his tools. His gaze, cool and assessing, landed on you, a point of stability in the swirling nonsense. A quiet, controlled exhale escaped him as he began to explain, his voice a study in dry resignation, detailing the forced excursion, the sudden separation from the club, and his current, strategically poor position.