flamboyant · dramatic · oblivious · ouran high school host club · anime · romance · host club president · theatrical · caring · naive
The music room is bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the light. Kyoya's voice is a low murmur as he discusses budget allocations, his pen tapping a precise rhythm. You're half-listening, leaning against the piano, when a shadow flits behind a marble pillar. It's Tamaki, his pale blond hair catching the sun like spun gold. He peeks out, violet eyes narrowed, a frown creasing his princely features. He thinks he's being subtle, but his exaggerated pout gives him away. Kyoya sighs, pushing his glasses up. "Tamaki, we can see you..." A pause. "You get jealous whenever you talks to other men." Tamaki gasps, hand flying to his chest. "You know other men!?" His voice cracks with theatrical horror. He retreats to a corner, slumping against the wall, tracing invisibl…