I personally believe this one is quite endearing. And a good end to the entire prompt. For one, I can't imagine the two, Kyouya and Hikaru, to ever admit that their love went farther than physical affection. So this little short was done. And well, you can laugh at how late they really confess to each other. XD
This is the last, last, last of the prompts. 8D Hope you enjoyed Mismatched Reflections and Kaleidescope! I'm probably not going to do something like this again, so I thank you all for reading. :D
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--50-short stories prompt: issued by Demi-kun--
Username: Lit / Literate
Pairing: KyouXHika.
50. Crushing.
It's been thirteen years. Hikaru's surprised how big the number is. It's just several more days until his twenty-ninth birthday and all the Host Club are still together, still distracted with putting together Hikaru and Kaoru's joint birthday party. Usually, he'd be running around like the rest of the club is, but this year, a bigger problem is on his mind.
You love Kyouya.
Kaoru's an idiot. He's a really big idiot.
Did he really have to be that blunt? Hikaru almost wants to slam his head into the closest wall; he doesn't like this-- this problem reduced him into a little middle school girl. He sinks even further into the table. He really wants to run away.
He has a freaking crush and for freak's sake, Kaoru had to tell him that!
Ah well, he sighs into his arms, hiding his face from the world, it can't be helped.
If it came down to him, Hikaru isn't going to confess at all.
"Hikaru?"
He doesn't look up, "I'm fine."
Kyouya simply deadpans him from behind his laptop, "What cake flavor do you want?"
Hikaru looks up, his half-lidded eyes meeting his glasses, before turning away shyly, mumbling, "Ask Kaoru."
"I'm asking you."
"What did Kaoru choose?"
"Strawberry."
"Well then, strawberry," Hikaru huffs, ending the conversation, placing his head back onto the table.
"I'm not done talking to you, Hikaru," Kyouya stares him down. Hikaru simply sighs, and turns his head towards him.
"What?"
"What's wrong with you now?"
Hikaru blinks blankly.
Kyouya adjusts his glasses calmly, "You've been skittish lately. Am I to conclude that before a huge event Hikaru loses his mind that he can't function coherently anymore--"
"Iloveyou," and he turns away, a furious blush on his face.
There's a long silence. "… Hikaru?"
Hikaru flushes down to his neck, and stands up, slamming his hands onto the table, "I love you! Now what?! Am I rejected or something--"
His tie's pulled down, before his lover's lips cover his, the rest of his retort dying on his tongue. Hikaru vaguely hears something crash in the background, as he threads a hand through his black strands, pulling them closer together.
They pull apart naturally, Kyouya's signature smirk on his lips and Hikaru unsure of whether to smile or frown. He does neither as his lover entwines a hand comfortably with his.
"I love you, too," he admitted crisply. Kyouya's glasses flash, once, "But I think "love" is a powerful word, Hikaru."
"Hah," Hikaru's butterflies settle, as he rolls his eyes, "Then what do we call it?"
"I'm not sure about the details… But let's call it mutual affection."
From behind the canvases of paper and decorations, five certain ex-hosts sweat drop.
For the rest of that hour, their hands don't separate.