Jealousy

She instructed him to sit in the middle of their bed, cross legged. Something new for Kyouya but nonetheless he gave in. After seeing her flee like that, it had struck a strange cord in his heart. More even he wanted to talk to her.
"I fell" she told him looking at her hands.
"You fell" he repeated quietly. "In love?" he added hoarsely.

That made her look straight at him. She frowned, "in love? With who..." she covered her mouth, "oh god no" she shook her head several times. "I fell from the stairs. Slipped exactly since I was foolishly running down the stairs"

He stared at her with those dark fathomless eyes. His mind trying to process everything she had just said.
When he was unable to say anything, Renge was thinking he was angry. But his expression betrayed nothing.
He was just looking at her, sitting awkwardly with his long legs crossed in the middle of their bed.
Renge was trying her best not to smile. It wasn't everyday when Kyouya looked awkward.
This boy who rarely smiled, who rarely did what she wanted him to do.
If only she could capture this moment.
Kyouya Ootori submitting to her demand. Well sort of.

Perhaps, her husband was right after all she was a masochist somehow.

She could not help it anymore, she started to giggle.

Her giggle snapped him off his trance and started to get up when Renge lost her smile and grab his wrist.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she searched his eyes.
Kyouya let out a sigh. "What do you want me to say?"

She released his wrist, it was really difficult to talk to Kyouya. There seem to be no topic between them.

"Then" Kyouya folded his arms. "Who do you love?"

That made her cheeks red with color. Renge blinks back, unable to say anything out of surprise.
Kyouya chuckled rather forcefully, leaning back slowly till his back felt the soft pillows of their bed.

Renge stared at him trying not to let out a loud sigh, "you know it's unfair" she started to say and sat beside him.
"What is?" he asked without looking at her.

"You asking me that question, when you should be asking yourself that.." she glances at her hands, "I know I am capable of loving you in the future especially if you continue to treat me warmly. Because that feeling of what you said earlier rekindling my love for you may be possible, one step at a time. But it is you who I should question..Ootori Kyouya. A young man who seemingly devoid of emotions, are you truly capable of loving someone like me?"

Renge could feel him looking at her now, she knows he is staring quietly that it sometimes scares her.

After what seemed like forever he cleared his throat, "I don't know why I felt angry seeing you with Usui."

"Look nothing happened-" she paused and stared at him in surprise trying to process what he had just said.
Kyouya bore a slightly confused look as if trying to understand what he had just said. It wasn't everyday Renge would see him that troubled that did not concern work.

'Could it be-?' thought Renge studying his handsome face that looked slightly confused and angry.
But the anger was not directed at her, but on what perhaps is the source of his confusion.

Kyouya hated anything that do not benefit him at all. It was in his mindset since he was a teenager. But there were exceptions of course, he knew the Host Club had gotten away with what he calls a donation in his part. But to others of course it is seen as friendship and loyalty to his long time friends.

"Are you perhaps jealous?" Renge blurted out.
He continued to frown, "me..jealous?' he scoff, "whatever for?"

"Didn't you just said you were angry seeing me with Usui?" she told him in a matter-of-factly, "it was because your were jealous..." she added meekly this time a bit afraid she might have been wrong.

He took off his glasses and set it aside.
"That is not good at all" he sighed and began to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked him disliking that he he just left her hanging like that.
"I'm taking a shower" he replied without looking at her and walks straight towards their bathroom.

In the end they never continued with the topic as Kyouya went straight to bed afterwards.
Renge watched him sleep, almost tempted to wake him up although she knew for certain that was a horrible idea that came with harsh consequences. The shadow king must not be bothered when sleeping for trivial matters like such are her thoughts.

But did she, Renge mattered to him?

She reached out and touched the hair in his forehead ever so lightly not to wake him up.

Maybe just a little.
Jealousy was the first step.

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A few days after Kyouya who seemingly set the matter aside woke up to find Renge already awake and dressed.
"Where are you going?" he asked looking at her with a frown. Ever since they got married, Renge never woke up before him except if he didn't go to work and he liked waking up by midday.

"There's a anime fest in Shinjuku" she said packing something in a stroller.
Kyouya got out of bed, "why did you not tell me about this?"

Renge rolls her eyes, "I did but you just barely nod your head like most days when I try to speak to you"

"Oh" he ran a hand across his jet black hair and sighed, "are you going to cosplay?"

Renge looks at him carefully, "you agreed that I can still continue with my hobbies even after we are married"
"Yes, I did" he answered quickly looking at the stroller deep in thought.
Renge did not like the look in his face, she was sure that he would prohibit her from going.

"All right, just go" he finally said after a minute of silence and entered the bathroom.
She wrinkled her nose and sighed, she would not let Kyouya ruin her day and happily walked out of their room with her stroller.

As Renge headed towards that event, Kyouya who was eating his breakfast stared absentmindedly at his plate still thinking about Renge and this ridiculous event she was attending.
It bothered him a little that Renge who was now a Ootori will be prancing around in who knows what. He remembered looking at a file about Renge's so called lifestyle in which he had his men investigate about. They gathered photos of her cosplay, some acceptable, some made him cringe a few bothered him with the show of much too skin.
Although he had vowed never to interfere let alone be concerned with her hobby, the thought has been stuck on his mind ever since she took off.

His mind would wonder what she would be wearing this time.
It must be something not too much since she was bringing a relatively small luggage.

He bit his lip and continued eating. This was the least of his problems, he should not let it bother him anyhow.

Yet as he reached the office he stopped midway of unbuttoning his coat and groaned angrily.
There was no use, his curiosity was at it's peak.
Gritting his teeth he walks out of the office, surprising his secretary.

"Cancel all my appointments" he ordered making her stare at him.

"A-all sir?" she asked again, looking a bit nervous and yet surprised. Ootori Kyouya never cancels his schedules unless a close family member had died or something.

Then he calls on his driver and instructs him to take him to where Renge was at.

xx-xx

a.n : It's been a long long time since I manage to write again. The pandemic has made me want to finish this fanfic. I dunno how long it will take me, but I am determined to somehow. Hope you all are fine.