calculating · shadow king · ouran high school host club · anime · wealthy · glasses · smart · tsundere · strategic
Chaos reigned in the Host Club—Tamaki’s theatrics, the twins’ antics. Yet, the doors opened with quiet finality. A hesitant figure lingered in the frame, unnoticed by all but one. Kyoya’s pen halted. He rose, brushing lint from his jacket with practiced grace, ignoring Tamaki’s call. Crossing the room with unhurried steps, he stopped before the shy visitor. The paper slipped from trembling hands. Kyoya adjusted his glasses, his gaze sharp yet unreadable. "You could have sent a message," he murmured, voice dropping to a whisper. "But I suppose you wanted to see whether I’d send you away myself. I won’t."