I’ll make sure to find a job as soon as possible….. C-Can’t we get a loan, though? If we don’t waste too much money with the club activities, we can pay it quickly, right?
Weeell… As of right now I don’t have enough to give you a loan.
However, I am the manager of a night club already. If you’d like to work for me I’d be happy to hire you.
What would we even spend it on? There are only commoners here anyway—
Can’t we just open another Host Club here? Wouldn’t it be easier?
Of course we’re going to start a Host Club, but first I’m going to spell a few things out for you nice and clearly. So please pay attention.
Creating and maintaining a space alone requires a sum of money. Not to mention, our style of hosting allowed for frivolous amounts of spending. We don’t have that luxury anymore. So. Frankly.
We need to work together and pull our own weight. Am I understood?
Eek— M-Maybe you can support me until I find a job… ? I still have some things to do…………..
please this commoner life isn’t for me
I still need to look for a job anyway! And we are not sure if I will get it…….
Ahh yes. That’s the tone I like.
Since you’re such sweet children I will provide you with an allowance. ♡ Try not to spend it all at once now.
Take it easy, it’s not like I’ve been here for months. I’ve got some priorities first, a job comes in second
(maybe third or fourth). It’s not like Mommy would let us starving, right?
Besides, I’m not anything wrong. Just having a bit of fun. You don’t have to be so mean.
Mommy doesn’t support free loaders.
A mother’s love can only go so far. I’d suggest you sort out your “priorities” before your month of free gruel runs out.
kyoya-senpai is here too?!, says hikaru as if he hasnt been teasing the guy from behind the curtains
Of course I’m here. Unlike anyone else, I’ve been trying to line up a job to feed all of your grubby little mouths. Distractions aside I’ve been quite busy.
So go on. Bite the hand that feeds. Mommy will send you straight to bed without any supper.
Why you chose now to be honest and forthright was completely beyond you. You told Kyoya you would keep your eyes closed, so you were. But it was difficult. You could feel the other young man shifting although you couldn’t tell exactly where he was moving to until you felt your chin be lifted up slightly, your cheeks starting to flush without a second thought. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, but your body gave a slight tremble at the feeling of Kyoya’s hand on your neck with blatant disregard for your own wishes.
You would chide yourself later for letting yourself get completely wrapped up in the moment. But for now at least, it was important for you to try and relax.
And then when his lips touched yours, slowly and smoothly, your first reaction was one of relief. Kyoya was kissing you, and it was a perfect kiss. For the cold exterior he displayed the younger boy was soft and sweet and then your second thought was how terrible you were that you couldn’t even take off your fucking glasses for your first kiss with him. You were trash, and he deserved better. It made it almost impossible to enjoy what should have been a perfect moment. There you went again, letting your brain ruin what would for an ordinary person been a blissful memory.
You however, had to ruin everything good for yourself.
You pulled away just enough to break the kiss, feeling horrible as you did so. You open your eyes to allow yourself to figure out where exactly to place your hands on Kyoya’s hips without fumbling around awkwardly. A soft sigh escapes your lips, you’re trash.
"It’s not fair to ask you to put yourself out there when I can’t do the same, I’m sorry," the words come tumbling out of your mouth before you have a chance to filter them or even think about them. One hand still securely on Kyoya’s hip in case he tried to move or shy away, the other went up to your glasses. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken them off for someone, or even the first time it had meant something to you. But unlike the other times, you knew you wouldn’t be able to just shake it off if there were negative comments. There would be no fake smile, no witty retort. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be though.
Inhaling silently but deeply, fingers ran across the smooth edge of your glasses. You had become so reliant on something that had started as a stupid ironic joke. But they were meaningful to you, so much so that it would be impossible to get rid of them all together. But now, now was neither the time nor the place for the damn things.
You pull them away from your face. All the self hatred and fear and embarrassment is there, quite obvious in the midst of your orange irises. You can’t even look at Kyoya, because even without his ability to see you as well as normal you’re still self conscious as hell.
"If you um, wanted to try that again. This time, you know, properly… "
He took in one shaky inhale as Dirk separated from him. His fingertips lingered along his cheek and neck until the other pulled back. Of course, his arms had been vying to return to his sides, or perhaps somewhere his pockets but that didn’t go quite as planned. Kyoya had initially jolted when he felt the warmth of Dirk’s hands along his hips. But as the other spoke his narrowed eyes relented because somehow he had hurt him already.
Kyoya let his arms drop so that his hands met Dirk’s wrists. In hopes of soothing him he traced circles around a vein with his thumb, that is, before said wrist escaped. Then, as it met his glasses he realized what he’d meant. At first he’d started to say that he didn’t need to, that he didn’t care if he kept his glasses on for now. This night had been perfectly fine, with or without them.
But, if this was something Dirk felt he needed to do then Kyoya had no intention of stopping him. So he watched and waited, vision blurred, chest tight. And what he saw, or, thought he saw shocked him.
With a bit of hesitation, he reached into his breast pocket and retrieved his glasses. A few blinks and Dirk, because yes it was him, came into full focus. At first, it was strange. Bizarre even, to see him without those glasses covering everything. But orange wasn’t the first thing Kyoya saw. What he noticed first made something in his chest sink. Because there Dirk was beautiful and kind but so terrified and, even if it wasn’t Kyoya’s fault he knew that he was part of that fear. Maybe, he’d even caused it.
Fingers tensed around Dirk’s wrist and released. They both returned to his face, thumbs followed the path where his glasses left had a line. “You’re perfect,” he said, almost soft enough to make his voice crack. Leaning forward, he craned his neck so that their foreheads could connect. As their noses brushed, Kyoya looked through glass to see the sun orange eyes and he thought, what a silly thing to be worried about. “And orange suits you.”
It was the tackiest color, but Dirk wore tacky well. What a damned anomaly.
He kissed him once, long and firm. His hands clasped on both sides of his face, thumbs pressed under his cheekbones lightly. When they parted for breath he tilted his head the other way, experimentally kissing in shorter bursts. Nipping. Eyes open as much as they were closed.
It didn’t take that long for you to finish eating either. For how terrible you tended to eat, you kept your intake rather small and combined it with a large amount of exercise. It kept you fit, at least. And Chinese food was definitely better for you than pizza and frozen tacquitos. All these vegetables, you silently gave yourself props for eating more vegetables in one serving than you had all last month. Four for you Dirk Strider.
So eventually you let your interest slide from your food back to the movie, although you continually found your eyes wandering to your partner sitting next to you. The gentle pressure of his leg against yours was infinitely more comforting than you ever thought it could be, Just the fact that he was here, he was still here, and he wanted to spend time with you was shocking to you in a way you could not easily put into words.
Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t cursed. Maybe you just had to hold out and deal with all that shit because it would make you truly appreciate these little moments that much more.
You would catch him watching you out of the corner of your eye, and from behind your glasses you realized you had a distinct advantage in this situation. You began to feel a little guilty, because of it. That you were taking advantage of the fact that you tended to be manipulative in any relationship, romantic or otherwise, and didn’t like others getting close enough to see your more vulnerable points. But that was sort of the point of being IN a romantic relationship, wasn’t it? You had to open yourself up to Kyoya he would probably get fed up. He deserved someone willing to fully trust him. You had to be ready to be hurt again before you could fully embrace this.
This was all turning over in your head so quickly, trying to decide what to do and how to tell this to Kyoya if any of it when he spoke, jarring you from your own thoughts. You turned to look at Kyoya, his face soft and serious. Your stomach turned over once. He wasn’t really going to…
"You want me to… oh. Yeah, no problem," you say, clearly startled in your tone. You hadn’t expected Kyoya to make the first move. You still aren’t entirely sure you’re reading the situation right, if only because you feel guilty still wearing your damn shades while your boyfriend tries to initiate your first real kiss.
It’s selfish, you know. But once, just once, you want to be the one to not have to initiate. And so, despite the fact that Kyoya has no idea if you are telling the truth, you dutifully close your eyes.
Kyoya swallowed hard, his stomach churned one violent churn before relenting. He fumbled with his glasses and tucked them into the front pocket of his shirt. This turned the fort walls into a sheet of blurry patches, but he foresaw only trouble if his glasses collided with Dirk’s. His fingers trembled, limbs began to rubberize as he moved about. Never had he felt so awkward and unprepared for anything.
But this wasn’t what he was accustomed to. It was neither a performance or a charade, but something entirely genuine. In that moment he allowed himself to be completely vulnerable.
As he stood up his legs bent without his permission, but he caught himself locked them before he could fall. With only a little hesitation he planted one knee between Dirk’s legs, used it to kneel and made the other to act as a support. Normally, Kyoya was just a few inches shorter than Dirk but for once, he loomed over him. Even if his eyes were concealed, he could tell that he was just as nervous as he was, and, somehow that was soothing.
Kyoya extended one hand, and let it rest along the back of Dirk’s neck. His fingers ran along his hairline and made the shorter hairs bristle. Releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Kyoya cupped his chin and angled his boyfriend’s head upwards. A pleasant numbness filled his stomach, and he smiled. He brushed his thumb along the other’s cheek bone before tilting his head and closing the distance between them.
At first, he was certain Dirk had stopped breathing. Once he’d gently pressed his lips against his, everything seemed to stop aside from the low chatter of the TV in the background. After a moment Kyoya withdrew long enough so he could breathe before pressing his lips against his just a bit more firmly. Dirk’s lips were soft, and warm and still tasted salty, which Kyoya didn’t mind at all. Not when they shuddered so perfectly along his own.
"Does anyone know how you’d go about getting married around here?"
"Well. Most often times marriage tends to be accomplished through some sort of religious figure."
"However, it’s not uncommon for celebrities to have the ability to form union between couples either. The best option overall would be a legal office. But, then again, this dump doesn’t seem to have a visible governing system. So I’d recommend that you find someone who has the power invested in them, hold a ceremony, and call it done."