A/N: ZareEraz here! This little ficlet was inspired by a very funny pintrest picture that was sent to me! Enjoy! :3
Whenever I Think of You
It was a normal day at the Host Club as Kyoya sat on his usual couch and typed away at his computer. The club's customers hadn't started arriving yet and the rest of the hosts were just minding their own business until the ladies showed up. All was peaceful and quiet…that is, until Tamaki flamboyantly burst into the room with a huge, dorky grin on his face and made a bee line straight for his vice president.
"Kyoya! I've had the most wonderful idea!" Tamaki gushed, dancing over to the couch and flopping onto it, completely ignoring the fact that Kyoya was working at the moment. "What if, as a themed day, we all dressed like we were in a punk rock band!? Isn't that great?! We've never done anything that risqué and I'm sure it will be a huge hit! Now all we need is…" Kyoya stopped listening at that point because frankly, it was a stupid idea and frankly, he didn't want to hear about it. So instead, Kyoya decided to shut Tamaki up, just for a little fun. Snapping his laptop shut for just a moment, Kyoya made his move.
"You know what, Tamaki?" He asked smoothly, pushing his glasses up onto his nose neatly. Tamaki took the interruption in stride and turned to his friend.
"What?" He asked.
"Whenever I think of you…I touch myself." Kyoya said simply. He watched as Tamaki's brain dropped into the gutter, exactly where he wanted it to be. Tamaki started blushing, his ears turning red first and then his cheeks and neck. Kyoya smiled slyly, his eyes glinting evilly. "More specifically…I rub my temples because I get a headache because you're an idiot sometimes." Tamaki was flabbergasted, his mouth gaping open as Kyoya's smile got wider, turning on his suave charm that floor the ladies. The vice president then opened up his laptop again and began working like nothing had happened.
A/N: And there you go! (Teehee! I'm soooo funny!) Don't forget to read and review!