No one ever thinks it, but I spend a lot of time alone.
Who has time for their King, after all? The twins never make time for anyone but themselves. Honey and Takeshi are inseperable. Hikaru is off in her own world.
And Kyoya... well, he wouldn't want to spend time with me even if I asked. Hn. The only time he'll ever give me is when I practically beg him for it! What am I, some kind of lapdog?
Outside of the Host Club, I don't have anyone. In front of women, I can't be anything but The King, grand and graceful. If I let a crack escape from my smile, my life is ruined. With other boys it's no better. They either look up to me like a god, or laugh at me.
It's the laughter that stings more than anything. The whispers and the fingers pointing at me. The envious glares. The dark looks that wish me far from anything good.
So I sit here so many times as I sit here now, in my room - the top floor, naturally - at the ledge by my window.
Looking out into the sinking autumn sun, I see so many happy people wandering through the courtyards. Laughing and smiling, holding hands, playing games. I smile when I see them... I can't help but smile when I see people who are happy. But... I don't know why, but something in me aches a little whenever I watch them for too long.