I wrote this sometime along watching the anime, before the last two episodes. Didn't want to publish until I saw the end of the series, just in case, well, something happened. Thankfully, this story still fits in well with the series!
It is impossible to guess what Kyouya is thinking when he decides to write. His notebook open in his left hand, his right hand poised with the pen, eyes that watch him see that he is only writing,...something. Nothing more. They do not see him watching them.
He was standing this way, next to the window, watching the two of them again: Tamaki and Haruhi, Haruhi and Tamaki. Haruhi with her gentle hands folding back the kimonos they had worn that day, Tamaki with his gentle eyes, learning how it was done, failing miserably in folding his own. Haruhi, eventually taking it from him, folding it herself. It was the end of the day, and the customers had all come and gone. Mori and Honey had gone, and those twins,...they had left early for their family's company party.
It was just the three of them, late that afternoon.
Kyouya noticed Haruhi glance at him.
"We have a couple more things left to fold."
"Do you need help?"
"No, I think we'll be fine, if you don't mind waiting for a while longer."
"No, there are some things I still need to do. I don't mind waiting."
And he continued to write, all the while glancing up now and then to look at the two of them, so happy together, folding clothes.
"Tamaki-sempai, you're just making it worse!"
"I'm sorry, Haruhi!"
Silly, as always, Kyouya thought. He felt his heart tighten, and wondered why. In a moment, it was gone.
What was he writing? Oh, yes. Yamamoto Miyako likes red tulips more than roses,...would pay to see Mori in his kendo uniform,...Watanabe Yuki...decided...to...
Not completely aware of what he was doing, he stopped again. His pen traced a thin line over the page, towards his chest. Unconsciously, as though it were under a curse, it stopped at the bottom of the page, slowly outlining the word:
"す..."
"Kyouya, we're done!" Tamaki's cheerful voice announced. Kyouya's hand instinctively snapped the notebook shut, his other hand gracefully throwing the pen into its place in the spine.
"Ah. Let's go, then."
He followed the two of them, closing the door behind as Tamaki, with his arm around Haruhi's shoulders, spat nonsense into her ear about plans for a relaxing picnic in the mountains. He couldn't help noticing, their backs towards him, jackets swaying as they walked: Tamaki, the only person he had come to trust, with Haruhi. Haruhi and Tamaki, Tamaki and Haruhi. He adored them both. Yet, the two of them together,...
He slowed down, confused about it. Still staring forward, but his eyes losing focus, he adored them both...? And yet,...and yet,...
"Kyouya? Are you feeling alright?"
His eyes regained their focus, seeing Tamaki looking back at him. What was it?...
"Kyouya-sempai, what are you thinking about?"
"Hm?...Nothing, really."
No, he...couldn't remember. Shaking his head, he continued to walk forward.