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Love.
It was a thing that Kyouya never really could comprehend.
But, who ever could understand it? It was simply a feeling – no, it was many feelings; a bond, a show of affections – and yet behind all simpleness, it was as complicated as to why birds fly and why earth exist.
And it's weak, Kyouya reminded himself. True, once love is built up with someone of a mutual feeling it will become something strong, a bond that holds you together with the other. But, in all irony, it was as easy to break as dropping a brick onto a thin stick.
But that's not something you can do anything about, right? Love isn't something you can remove or destroy; even if you ignore it all together, it will always be there. A fact that the prefect hated. Because love was a sign of weakness – and Kyouya, well, he hated everything and anything that was related to- and is; weak.
So when he found himself falling hard for a certain herbivore by the name of Tsunayoshi Sawada – love providing him a fluttering feeling (fluttering damnit!) whenever he saw the brunet; he swore to any hidden, laughing damn God up there that he was going to kill someone. Preferrably his new-found love interest.
And love be damned.