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Kyouya was going to KILL Tamaki.
He couldn't stand it. The idiot jabbered the most senseless things at the most inopportune times. Physical contact had never been frequent in the Ootori family, and Kyouya found himself flinching every time Tamaki draped a casual arm around his shoulders. Even worse, sometimes, with no warning whatsoever, Tamaki would literally leap onto Kyouya, and Kyouya, who was amazing in displaying many remarkable talents defying nature, found himself collapsing to the ground; even he couldn't beat gravity.
Tamaki wouldn't notice Kyouya's discomfort, though. He'd continue to talk as if nothing happened, his light brownish hair tickling Kyouya's face, and his bright blue (or were they purple? Kyouya could never decide) eyes flashing in excitement. This had to stop. Not only because being pinned to the ground was mortifying, but also because Kyouya was getting funny feelings in his stomach – funny feelings, which were most disturbingly not at all unpleasant. Kyouya, who was as always, very harsh on himself, forced his brain to question the unquestionable. Was he attracted to Tamaki?
He didn't know.
He'd never had any close friends before, nor had he ever liked a girl in that particular way. At least, not yet. Horrified, Kyouya realized that he was either foolishly happy with his newfound friendship, or, he was in love with his best friend. He wasn't comfortable with either idea. Hell, it was disconcerting that someone like him should be happy with something as sappy and juvenile as friendship. It had no merit. Not that the other idea was any better. He didn't exactly want to be in love with another guy.
Maybe it was a little of both, which was, in Kyouya's opinion, the worst case.
All he knew was, that when Tamaki hugged him or tackled him, and when the sunlight bounced off his hair making it look golden for a split second, he felt a flutter in his chest and also, an overwhelming sense of gratitude. And he was faced with the fact that no one else had ever made him feel this way.
Okay, okay, so it embarrassed him. He'd admit as much as that. Which was why he was going to kill Tamaki someday. Life had been so much easier pre-Tamaki. But then again, Kyouya grudgingly thought, now that he had him, he didn't want to lose him. He'd probably miss the idiot, and that thought was even more unbearable than feeling sheepish and happy and embarrassed all the time.
Damn him.