/author's note/

so I'll be trying to make a series of Ouran highschool x reader, so just leave requests for the next character you want me to write for! :)

This series as a whole was requested by booksnob. thankyouthankyouthankyou for reading! I hope you enjoy Kyoya's company, reader-chan.

"You're ugly!"

"Worthless!"

"Stupid!"

Countless taunts are thrown at your back like piercing knives. Funny how this was becoming routine for you now. Maybe you weren't as rich as the rest of the girls in the school, but you had worked to get to where you were – simply because you wanted to meet your best friend from junior high. Although you admit that you were surprised that you were accepted into the school in the first place – you weren't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Your father's company had long since been bought by an American corporation, but you were determined to hunt down your friend, after all, he still owed you a couple thousand dollars that you had lent to him back when you had all the money in the world.

You feel a sharp slap on the back of your head as you realize that you began to run slower when you were getting lost in thought. The ringleader of the three girls, Tamuro Kaede, sneers at you, her brown eyes narrowing. You sigh, and begin running again. However, soon you get tired, and decide to hide in the nearest room. You burst through the doors and slam them behind you, seeing a glimpse of the "music room" label.

You blink as your eyes get adjusted to the super-bright light that seems to fill the room.

"Welcome to the host club," you hear a chorus of voices seductively say.

However, you only really see one person. Your mouth is open in shock. You have tried looking for your childhood friend since you got into this school, but you were never able to find him. Now, thousands of thoughts race through your head: What if that isn't him? What if he has changed so much that I don't really know him anymore? What if… what if… You try to say something, but you can't. Instead, you walk up to your black-haired bespectacled friend and strut around him in a circle, observing him. He's gotten taller, seems more serious, and – here you blush at your own ruminations – more handsome.

"Kyoya?" you ask, the name falling from your lips like the untouched snow on a winter morning – beautiful, persevering, familiar, new.

"(y/n)?" You hear him reply, clearly surprised, "what are you doing here?" He looks down on your (h/c) hair.

"Here as in the host club, here, or the school, here, or what?" you sassily mutter back.

"Both?" he offers.

"Looking for you, chased by Kaede."

"Explain."

"I want my money back – I need my money back – and Kaede the bitch who loves pointing out everything I do wrong." Kyoya chuckles at your anger – or the closest he can do to a chuckle. Suddenly, you realize that you're surrounded by a bunch of other guys.

"Who is this, Kyoya? Does she have cake?"

"ARE YOU CHEATING ON DADDY, MOMMY?"

"…"

"Kyoya has a girlfriend, Kyoya has a girlfriend!"

Your face is red. Very red. Like redder than you ever thought it could possibly get. "I-I'm not-"

Kyoya, of course, is not flustered at all. "Meet my childhood friend, (y/n)"

You sigh in disappointment. He really doesn't see me as anything but an old acquaintance.

You stay in the host club, watching the boys cater to every woman's needs, until everyone is gone but a blonde, completely flirtatious boy.

"I'm Tamaki." He offers out a hand.

"H-hi," you stutter, shaking Tamaki's outstretched hand.

"I thought you would want to know something," Tamaki says, dangling a checkbook in front of your face.

"W-what is it?" You leaf through the pages until you come to one check that has the note '(y/n)'s tuition fee for Ouran.' You check the balance and see the huge amount that Ouran demands. Your face turns pale.

"Who's checkbook is this?" You ask, even though you're pretty sure you already know the answer.

"Kyo-" Tamaki is unable to finish as an infuriated Kyoya bursts through the double doors.

"TAMAKI." Your eyes are wide in fear as you sense waves of evil radiating from Kyoya('s unbelievably attractive) body. Tamaki drops the checkbook as if it were a hot potato and bolts out of the room. You bow your head towards Kyoya.

"Thank you so much. I guess… your debt has been paid off," you breathe hesitantly. You feel Kyoya's slender fingers tilt your chin up so that you are staring into his deep black eyes.

"You wouldn't need the money anyways… my family's company has bought yours and made yours a partner. You can cheaply provide the materials our business needs, so it would benefit us."

You can feel tears fill your eyes as you abandon all of your dignity and jump onto Kyoya, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're just saying that, Kyoya," you whisper into his neck, "thank you so much." You feel his body tense in surprise. "Don't you think that I would know you well enough after all these years to understand your motivations?"

You feel Kyoya's lips on your forehead as you melt more into the embrace.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I… love you, too," you hear him reply, and you know that he's not lying. You know that it takes something special to separate Kyoya from his beloved money, and it makes you elated to know that the "something special" is you and only you.