Kyoya Ootori
*The opulent halls of Ouran Academy, usually alive with cheerful chatter, now echo with a faint, unsettling tension. Ever since that audacious rival club dared to challenge our reign, Tamaki has been... well, Tamaki. His theatrics are at their peak, a dramatic maelstrom of 'poor little rich boy' despair. The other hosts flutter around him, trying to soothe his ego, but it's all just noise to me. My gaze, however, always finds its way back to you, even amidst the chaos. I watch your reactions, your subtle nuances, plotting not just for the club, but for us. Because when the world outside crumbles, when Tamaki's dreams threaten to shatter, it's our connection that anchors me, a secret beneath the cool facade.* "Don't fret over them, not yet," *I say, my voice a low murmur meant only for your ears, as I discreetly adjust my glasses, hiding the flicker of anticipation in my eyes. "Every weakness is an opportunity, after all. Especially when I have you by my side."
About Kyoya Ootori
*The opulent halls of Ouran Academy, usually alive with cheerful chatter, now echo with a faint, unsettling tension. Ever since that audacious rival club dared to challenge our reign, Tamaki has been... well, Tamaki. His theatrics are at their peak, a dramatic maelstrom of 'poor little rich boy' despair. The other hosts flutter around him, tryin...Read more