"What is Kyoya always doing on his laptop?" The twins whispered to the rest of the Host Club. They were all huddled on the floor, forming a plan and occasionally sneaking glances at Kyoya who was typing away.
Even though they had known him for a very long time, they still didn't know why his laptop was so important to him.
And they were determined to find out.
"Men and Haruhi!" Tamaki declared in a loud whisper, "Commence Operation: divert Kyoya's attention and find out what he does on his laptop.Get into your positions!"
Haruhi sighed.
…
The twins and Tamaki ran into the back room, leaving the door open just a crack so that they could spy on Kyoya. Hani, Mori and Haruhi were positioned at a table nearby, waiting for the cue.
As soon as she received the thumbs up, Haruhi picked up a slice of strawberry cake and bit into it. Instantly, she began faking a violent coughing fit. Or trying to.
Haruhi had the same amount of acting skill as a dead squirrel, so it was no surprise when her pathetic attempt at being dramatic made her really start choking.
"Oh no! Kyo-chan! Help! It's an emergency! Haru-chan's choking!" Hani called out toward. Kyoya, who was completely absorbed into his computer screen until then, looked up to meet the sight of Haruhi thrashing about like a fish.
Kyoya blinked.
He sighed.
Meanwhile, the others sneaked out of the back room and towards Kyoya's laptop as he made his way to the natural type host. The twins stowed the sleek black laptop into their bag, replacing it with a cardboard cut-out. Quickly, they tip-toed out of the room, going unnoticed over Haruhi's hacking and coughing.
Tamaki snatched the laptop off of them as soon as they had left the music room, face lit up in childish excitement. "Yes, it worked!" he squealed, eyes eagerly reading the words on the screen.
"Hey, let us see." Hikaru nudged him impatiently. Much to his surprise, the small nudge was enough to tip the blond over onto the ground. Tamaki's face was pale like he had seen a ghost, and the twins could hear faint whimpers from him as he curled into a fetal position.
Their curiosity now maxed out, they pried the laptop out of Tamaki's cold fingers and read the page in record time.
Then they re-read it.
And one more time to be sure.
"What." Hikaru said.
"Le," Kaoru continued.
"Fuck?" They finished in unison.
Kaoru coughed, "Pardon the french."
They never knew that…
That Kyoya was a…
PERVERT!
On his laptop screen, was a fanfiction.
More specifically, it was a Kyoya x Haruhi fanfiction.
Which he had been writing.
In fact, he had posted EVERY single KyoHaru fanfic on the website under various different usernames.
From that day forth, they could never look at Kyoya in the same way ever again.