After another hour of Tamaki's drama ("Kyoya" and "singing" often came up in his incoherent rambling), Kyoya was finally alone in his room with Haruhi. Which was good because his head had begun to ache from lack of sleep, Tamaki's screaming, and stress soon after he had finished singing. Hopefully it goes away after a while, even though increased irritation and a headache like this usually mean that I will soon get a migraine. Even though it has been an entire hour since my head started to hurt. I have to talk to Haruhi about attending Harvard and figure out exactly what I want to do about my father. I cannot have him mess things up for me.
But, for now at least, he was forced to admit that he was not going to be able to do anything and decided to leave his laptop untouched. He rubbed his temples, glad for the peace that had returned after Tamaki's departure. Stupid Tamaki and his stupid desire to make me sing. Stupid headache that I really need to go away and not turn into a migraine.
Haruhi, thankfully, was busy observing the bedroom loft and did not notice that there was something wrong. "Kyoya, I love the painting on the wall. It's so different from the rest of your house." He looked up to see that she was staring at the painting of a red rose that covered the entire front wall of the loft, which complemented a smaller painting of a vase of purple flowers inside a gilded frame.
"Thanks," he huffed, more out of pain than irritation, as he leaned against the headboard of the bed and took off his glasses. His headache, unfortunately, was quickly growing worse. It seemed that it was not going to go away anytime soon after all. Stupid migraine, I do not need you to make an appearance. Fuck, I ran out of migraine pills and aspirin, too.
But fate had never been on his side before. The throbbing pain, which had become concentrated on the left side of his head, increased almost exponentially, and he went back to rubbing his temples. "What do you mean, thanks?" she asked. When there was no answer, she looked at him curiously. He immediately attempted to make it seem like he did not feel as if the light in the room was stabbing his eyes. He also tried to form coherent thoughts, but the pain was becoming too much. Haruhi furrowed her brow, clearly not convinced by his act.
"Kyoya, are you okay?" Her voice, though soft and gentle, made his head pound even more painfully. That really did it for him. The room temperature seemed to soar all of a sudden, and he practically ripped his jacket off, the motion jarring his headache.
"Could you please turn off the light? And be silent," was all he was able to say through his gritted teeth. His mouth seemed to fill with bitter saliva when he spoke, and every word seemed to only increase the throbbing pain. He ended the statement with a half-groan as the world seemed to slowly spin. He was definitely going to throw up if he did not feel some sort of relief soon. His eyes closed shut (though painful light still filtered through his eyelids) and his body, barely conscious of anything by that point, slowly began to sink down onto the bed.
She quietly turned off the light (thank god his curtains had not been drawn that morning, as then they would have had to be shut, too) and made her way out of the room, her silhouette barely visible in the darkness that now shrouded the room. She was gone for quite a while; if Kyoya could think, he would have believed that she had left. As it was, he did not notice much of what was happening.
Haruhi came back with a cool, wet face cloth (she had grabbed it from his bathroom), which she then gently placed on his forehead. "You are burning, Kyoya! Don't worry. It'll be okay," she whispered soothingly, her voice barely audible in an attempt to not disturb him. "Just go to sleep." The cold felt heavenly, though it did not provide anything close to the relief he wanted. Looking back, perhaps a cold compress (the Ootori mansion was stocked with medical supplies, after all) would have been a bit better, but at the moment his mind was not working well enough to tell her to get one. She raked her fingers through his hair in a comforting way, taking care not to jar his head and make things worse.
In no state to argue with anything Haruhi said and desperate to get away from the pounding in his head, he did as she asked.
A few hours later, he woke up to find that Haruhi was still sitting next to him. He felt impossibly drowsy, but the sight of her made him a bit less tired. Unfortunately, while he at least felt better, his t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat and clung to his body rather uncomfortably. Eurgh. He was going to have to take another shower once she left to get rid of the stickiness from his sweat.
She smiled somewhat sadly when she saw that he was awake. "You feeling better? That seemed like a pretty bad migraine."
"I am feeling normal again, though I'm really tired. As for migraines, I actually get one or two every few months. It's normally not this bad though, and I usually get a longer warning than an hour." He vainly attempted to stifle a yawn, as if trying to highlight how it was not that important. Why was it so bad this time? Oh well. All I can do is remember to get more of my migraine pills and aspirin. They may not offer me complete relief, but they can really help.
She shook her head. "Kyoya, why did you never tell anybody about this? And you knew this was coming an hour beforehand? Why did you not send Tamaki home earlier, then?"
"Because, it hardly matters. Not even Tamaki knows about my headaches. What time is it?" He did not want to think about how much time he had wasted because of the migraine, especially as he was still exhausted
"Kyoya, the fact that you have migraines because of your lack of sleep and all the stress is actually quite important, I think." Her voice was shrill, and she sounded almost hysterical, which surprised him. Haruhi usually never got overly emotional. Does she care that much about me?
"Sorry," he replied quickly. But his apology only served to irritate her.
"What else are you hiding, hmm? What else should I worry about, besides the fact that you clearly have no self regard for your health?" Her eyes seemed to burn him, stunning him into silence.
"Two things. One: I have hypotension, but that rarely caused problems for me. It's only when I'm woken up early in the morning that it matters. Two: I was accepted to Harvard," he finally told her somewhat blankly and icily.
He decided not to add that he was planning on taking over Hayoto Hitachiin's company, as it had not been decided yet.
"You got into Harvard? That's incredible!" Haruhi replied, shock registering in her face. The news seemed to have abated her anger. "What are you going to major in, then?"
"I plan on majoring in economics and minoring in physics. I will then apply to the business program to get my MBA."
She looked pleased. "That's great! Finally exploring the options out there for you? I'm glad you are no longer going to play the role of the third son." He was shocked that she knew what he was planning without him saying anything. "When we were in Spain a few months ago, you told me that you hated those who abandoned their roles. I was worried that you would remain trapped in the Ootori family and not realize that you could do anything you wanted." Actually, I became more resolute about surpassing my father and forging my own path when I was in Spain. But why is she so happy when I'm going to be going off to Harvard pretty soon?
He looked at her, unable to hide his un-Shadow-King-like confusion. "Yes, but aren't you upset that I will be leaving?"
"You said that you are going to study in an university in America even before I decided to go to Boston in the beginning of this school year, though I never thought you would break from Ootori Group, expecially after our trip to Spain. And then told me again a few days back. Actually, I would be upset if you changed your mind just because you are with me now."
"Is that so?" If the light had been on, he imagined that his glasses would be glinting. "I'm quite touched."
Haruhi blushed a little. "You already have so much going on. I think you need someone to be understanding, as you have such a complex nature."
Kyoya smiled. "That's why I chose you over all the others, you know. You don't care about appearances..." He gestured towards her plain t-shirt and boyish cargo shorts, which actually looked rather nice on her. It was more her than dresses or the Ouran school uniform, which he loved. "...or facades. You are you, and you want others to be able to be themselves, too. You are unfailingly perceptive and understanding. Unless it deals with romance, of course."
"I think you think too highly of me."
"Trust me, others would throw a fit if they found out their boyfriend was going to America to study at Harvard."
Haruhi chuckled. "I never understood that. I wouldn't give up my dream for a reason like this, and so shouldn't anybody else. I mean, you did promise to call me everyday, so it's not like I won't hear from you again."
"That is true." I definitely need to check up with her everyday that I am gone, as my father might do something to get me to come back to the Ootori Group.
"I think it's funny that you are going to Harvard. I was actually looking into the law program there but I gave it up because there was such a low chance of me getting the scholarship."
Kyoya gave her a calculating look. "If you were to attend Harvard, I would see you again after a year. What if I give you the money?"
Haruhi froze. "You want to give me the money I need?"
Kyoya shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not. Harvard's law program is exceptional, so it would be a worthwhile investment. It would help you follow your dream of becoming a lawyer like your mother."
Haruhi was stunned. "I don't need you to do that for me!" Blunt as always.
Kyoya leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. "I would love for you to study in America with me once you graduate, so please let me pay for this. After all, I'm the one who decided to go to Harvard and inconvenience our relationship."
Her doe eyes brimmed with tears. "You...This means a lot." He gently wiped them away with the face cloth, which had dried during the time he had been asleep.
"Don't thank me when I have so much money." Haruhi deadpanned at his response.
"Rich bastard," she said before giving him a hug. "I have to go back home, but I wish you the best of luck with your father. And get some rest, because you look exhausted after your migraine."
He did not even bother asking how she knew any of that. "Thank you. You can ask Hotta for a ride home. It's pretty far from here to your house." Tamaki, being the idiot as he is, forgot that she needed a ride back and just left. Or perhaps that was intentional...
"Really? Okay then." As he saw her figure recede and as he turned on his laptop, he wondered (for what must have been the thousandth time that week) how he had ever found someone like her.
Now, time to work on the cosplay for Friday, rework the Host Club budget, analyze the deal the Ootori Group made with a new first-aid-kit manufacturer that my father wanted me to talk to him about tomorrow, and tell Hayoto Hitachiin that I want to meet with him on Wednesday.
Suddenly, his phone pinged, announcing that he just received a text message.
Haruhi: Don't you dare start working. I know you well enough to know that you are ignoring what I told you before I left. Again, please sleep.
As agonizing as it was to admit that he was too tired to get work done, he knew she was right. He was tired.
Kyoya: Fine, I'll just work on what I have to do once I wake up. After all, I slept so much already during the day and now I'm going to sleep some more.
Haruhi: Right, but remember that we have school tomorrow. Don't stay up too late, even though you slept a lot.
Kyoya: All right, all right. But I need to make sure I get what I need to do done.
Haruhi: Don't. Stay. Up. Late. And. Sleep.
Haruhi: And again, thank you for saying that you'll give me the money if I decide to study law at Harvard.
Kyoya: I love you.
Haruhi: I love you, too.
He set his phone back on the nightstand and went to take a shower before finally lying down on bed.
It had been an eventful Monday, but he was sure his meeting with his father the next day would be even more so. However, that was for later, and he was sleepy.
Migraines are something that I know all too well, and I saw that the headcanon that Kyoya has them is fairly popular (for good reason...it makes sense for someone like him to have them every once in a while), so I decided to write this chapter the way I did.
I just wanted to set up the fact that he can sing and has migraines, as they will come back later.
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