Hello people! I'm sorry I haven't written in a while I just didn't really know what was going to happen in this story but now I have a brilliant plan! At least in my opinion. I seriously can't wait to retype this though, it's killing me.
Kyoya's POV
Why was Tamaki twirling around the room like a little girl on a sugar rush? Some questions I would just never know the answer to. I looked back to my computer, not really doing or thinking about anything in particular. I watch my fingers aimlessly dance around the keyboard for a little while then decided to close my computer and do something that was useful.
"Kyoya?" I heard Tamaki's voice from behind me and I turned around to face him. His hands were behind his back and he was rocking back and forth on his feet with a slight smile on his face.
"Yes?" I sighed.
"Are you ready for the party tonight?" Tamaki asked, his smile fading a little.
"Are you?" I ask turning around to put my computer in my bag, getting tired of Tamaki's annoying small talk.
"Well, yeah," I felt Tamaki wrap his arms around my neck. The rest of the Host Club had gone home and left the two of us alone.
"That's good, that means everything's in place for tonight," I sighed, content for now.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Tamaki took my hand and dragged me out of the room that seemed to be closing in on me with every minute I was there and I didn't know why.
For the time being, I let Tamaki ramble on about the event that we planned together. And I even listened for most of it, the rest I wasn't even able to make out and he kept having to take deep breaths in between sentences. I just kept walking, and prayed that the event went well for being planned so late. I had no idea what would happen that night.
Oh, my infamous cliffhanger yeah? I know it's short but I feel good about the plot for what's going to happen later and I think everyone will like it!