Yo, I wrote a thing. I haven't written a thing in like four years?
Uhhh, it's pretty short. IDK my guy, I like writing short things. I mean, who even has time for more than 3000 words. I have a whole job. Anyway, Hope y'all find some kind of enjoyment in it. I like second person pov and this is written in it if that's a deal breaker for you. POV is still Tamaki tho. Uhh, the title and like two lines of dialogue is from a musical I like. Okay, cool. Enjoy.
You're sitting on your dresser and it's high enough that your feet dangle far off the ground, heels kicking the drawers every so often. You feel better up here for whatever reason; lighter, but that doesn't mean your problems are any more solved.
You turned away from the mirror some time ago because it really wasn't doing good things for your mood. Black eyes tend to do that. So, does pain and so does regret but the pain is less physical now and you're not sure what you regret and what you don't yet. Hopefully it's fair to assume that clarity'll come with time and distance from this whole mess, but your mind is just going to have to be in shambles for the moment. There hasn't been room in your head to think about much else but the fact that your god damned boyfriend punched you in the face lately but you're still finding it hard to understand what went wrong or rationalize it or let it go or something, but, yeah, time heals all wounds or whatever.
Out your window you see the lawyer being led out by your father and you wonder how it went. They're trying pretty hard to keep you out of the loop where it comes to the legal side of things. You've been hearing restraining order and you don't know how to feel about it. You lean your head back onto the cold glass mirror, scooting back on the wooden dresser.
Everything is just so boring now. No one is letting you leave the house because of the black eye. Apparently being seen outside with it would be bad for keeping the whole thing a secret and for the Suo name or something. You don't really know. Either way, you have way too much time on your hands for retrospection.
"Tamaki." You look up and see Kyoya leaning against the door frame.
"I knocked." You shrug.
"Guess I didn't hear you." Kyoya sighs and comes over to lean against your dresser. He looks worried and god, that's the last thing you want.
"Are you alright?"
You literally don't know the answer to that question. Physically, yeah, you're fine. A black eye isn't the end of the world. Emotionally? Well. You tell him you're fine anyway. You still don't need Kyoya to worry about this shit.
"I don't think I should come back to the club looking like this given the sudden absence of my good looks. Wouldn't want to worry the girls."
Kyoya smiles and says, "Are you kidding. They'd be worried, but your numbers would go way up. But I agree. You shouldn't come back until you're okay. And your looks haven't gone anywhere." You let your heels knock into the front of the dresser again.
"I know you don't want to hear I told you so..." You look over, unimpressed and annoyed.
"That's right, I don't." Kyoya had made his dislike of who you were dating known at every opportunity. He had good intentions, though, and you guess he was right, wasn't he.
Wasn't he?
"I just don't understand. He treated you like shit." You suddenly become engrossed in the pattern on your socks. (little ducks, for the record.)
"You could have anyone, Tamaki. Anyone you want. Anyone that refuses you would be a bigger idiot than even you could be." You're a little startled at how much Kyoya seems to mean what he's saying and of course he's wrong. You're not perfect and there's always someone better, but you appreciate it nonetheless.
"You could've had anyone, and you picked someone that hurt you." You keep silent because you don't really have a response. It's hard to argue with that. Kyoya sighs and you're still staring down.
"I didn't come here to say I told you so, believe it or not," He said. "but can I ask you a question?"
You don't say no.
"Did you love that bad man?" You close your eyes tight.
"Don't call him bad." You surprise even yourself with the fire with which you say those words but then you think about the question and you can't answer.
"I don't know." You whisper. "I don't know at all."
Kyoya holds out his hand to you and you hesitate. He has every right to be mad at you. You're the one that didn't listen. You could've avoided all of this.
"Come on." he says. "Get some sunglasses. We'll see if I can't get you out of here for a little while." You look at him completely confused.
"You're not-"
"Angry?" You look down again. Of course he was.
"Yeah, but not at you, you idiot. Now come on. I think a distraction is in order." You lace your fingers through his and let him help you down.