Prompt: Love poems
Tamaki was grinning like an idiot as he slipped his boyfriend the note. So, of course Kyōya wore a skeptical look as he unfolded said note.
My dearest darling Kyōya, it read.
You look pretty in a bow-ya.
With eyes like a doe-ya.
To me, you're no foe-ya.
You're my Kyōya.
-I-
Oh, my darling Kyōya.
I'll never let you go-ya.
You're no hoe-ya.
And you're addicted to joe-ya.
But that's okay, 'cuz you're my Kyōya.
-I-
My dearest love, Kyōya.
How classy! You never wear your pants low-ya.
Your lawn, you never mow-ya.
You get servants to do it, 'cuz menial labor is a big no-ya.
Oh, my sweet Kyōya.
-I-
The most wonderful Kyōya.
Your body's like, oh yeah.
This poem's like one by Poe-ya.
No, it's not. It's below the quo-ya.
'Cuz nothing really rhymes with Kyōya.
-I-
To my lovely Kyōya.
You sit in my row-ya.
But I've never seen you row-ya.
At least, I don't think so-ya.
'Cuz you're not on the crew team, Kyōya.
-I-
My lovey-dovey Kyōya.
I like your big toe-ya
When it rubs my leg. And when it doesn't, I'm full of woe-ya.
I love you, sweet Kyōya.
My sweet, sweet Kyōya.
Kyōya just stared at the paper for a few minutes. Then, he slid it into his pocket, and started to write on another paper.
Oh, my precious Tamaki.
My breath stops every time I can feel your soft breathing on my blushing cheek.
Your lips are as soft as clouds. When they work away at mine, I feel like melting into you and your arms.
You are my savior, my love, my life. You mean everything to me, Tamaki. No one else means as much as even glancing your way means to me. Maybe in another world, a more accepting one, I would ask for your hand in marriage. But for now, we can be content simply in knowing that we are each other's.
Reading over his work, Kyōya made a face. It was too mushy and sickeningly sweet. He crumpled up the paper and pulled out a fresh sheet.
To my admirer, Tamaki, he wrote.
You deserve to be punched in the tumaki.
As Kyōya passed the note, his teacher picked up the crumpled paper that lay on the boy's desk. Kyōya's blood turned cold. The teacher gave him a pitying look. "Go to the counselor's office, Kyōya. You need…help."