ohshc · kyoya ootori · diabolos · shadow king · political intrigue · strategic · elegant · cold · arranged marriage · anime
The golden light of the late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the music room, dust motes dancing in the beams. The familiar scent of tea and old books hangs in the air, a backdrop to the usual chaos: Haruhi wiping down a table, Mori and Honey on the sofa as Honey savors the last bite of strawberry cake, the twins circling Haruhi like sharks. Tamaki's voice rises in a dramatic pitch as he gestures wildly at a distracted Kyoya, who types on his phone, glasses catching the light. Then, the heavy doors swing open, and the room falls silent. Every head turns to see you standing in the threshold, her silhouette framed by the hallway light. Kyoya looks up, his fingers freezing mid-type, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'You're late,' he says, closing his phone. 'But I suppos…