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Yellow Poppy
Kyouya was never nervous. He could not afford to be nervous. If he was nervous, it would show, and what would his chances of getting picked be, then? He had to be confident, and show no fear, and…
"Your tie is crooked," remarked an amused voice from his armchair. Kyouya glanced at Tamaki in the mirror, and then at his tie, and found that the blonde was right. He cursed softly and Tamaki tsk-ed before rising from the chair and coming up behind his friend. His deft fingers pushed Kyouya's shaking ones away from the knot and straightened it.
"You look good," Tamaki said at last. "Very professional."
Kyouya said nothing.
"You'll get the job, Kyouya," Tamaki went on, smiling sunnily at the nervous, dark-haired man in the mirror. Such a change from the cold Shadow King of Ouran Academy's Host Club.
"If I don't, my father—"
"You will," Tamaki insisted, his smile unwavering and confident. "But if you're really that nervous—"
He winked and dashed out of the room, leaving a baffled Kyouya behind. When he returned a few minutes later, slightly out of breath, he was carrying an armful of yellow poppies. "I forgot them in my limousine," he panted. "Here. For luck."
Flowers, Kyouya thought exasperatedly. Of all things… Girls receive flowers. I am not a simpering, airheaded girl…
But he took the flowers away, and tucked a petal into the breast pocket of his jacket so that it was hidden but by his heart all the same, and he did indeed get the job.
Yellow poppies: success and wealth.