TELL ME I'M BEAUTIFUL
'Tell me I'm beautiful', whispered the golden-haired boy.
'Surely you know that already.' replied Kyouya, 'You do seem to go on about it a lot.'
'I want to hear it from you,' Tamaki insisted.
'I wouldn't want to inflate your ego.'
Tamaki slumped in his seat. He paused for a few moments, thoughtfully. Tamaki looked at him hopefully.
'You don't need any more vanity either,'
Tamaki slumped down once again, this time muttering something about how he wan't vain at all.
'Don't you love me…?' whined Tamaki, 'Tell me I'm beautiful.'
Kyouya promptly closed his laptop, and strode toward Tamaki, who was cowering in a shivering mess, afraid of Kyoua's wrath. Instead of being wrathful, Kyouya fingered Tamaki's hair.
'Your hair,' he said, 'is spun gold. Your eyes are like the amethysts from the crown of a king. Your skin is too perfect and clear to belong to a human. In fact, you cannot be human. You must be an angel, who came down from the heavens to bless us with your presence. If nothing else Tamaki, you are beautiful.'
Tamaki stood dumbstruck.
'Is that enough?' asked Kouya, 'Have I proved my undying love for you enough for one day? Can I go back to working now?'
Tamaki nodded.
He made a mental note.
He'd have to ask that question more often.
Much more often.