Kyouya was just getting ready to lock up the Third Music Room when he noticed the notebook lying on Tamaki's table. Did it belong to the blond? If so, had he forgotten it?
As he walked closer, the notebook became recognizable. It was this thing that Tamaki had always been scribbling in, sometimes giggling like a maniac while furiously writing down something that seemed important.
He had also noticed that whenever the blond wrote in the purple-coated book, he always directed fervent looks his way, and it really got on Kyouya's nerves. The idiot probably thought that no one noticed his extremely obvious stares.
Kyouya always ignored the book, in respect for Tamaki's privacy. He was a Suoh, after all. It was beneficial to stay on his good side. But now, so close to the book and all its secrets, he couldn't stop the movement of his hands, sliding slowly towards the velvet-covered book. Couldn't help the curiosity that bubbled up inside him. It was pretty obvious that the blond liked him, but Kyouya had to make sure. It wasn't in his best interest to do things without being one hundred percent certain that it would turn out positive.
Making a quick decision, he grabbed the book – which had, "Tamaki's Diary – King's property. Do Not Touch." scribed on the front – and slid it into his book bag, before striding quickly out the door.
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Sliding quickly into his chair, Kyouya let out a sigh, glad to finally be home. He was just about to start on his homework when he remembered the diary he had gotten just a while ago. Curiosity replenished, he quickly grabbed it out of his bag and switched on his desk light.
The diary was over halfway full, most of the first half centred around Tamaki's everyday life – going to his father's estate, eating ramen, and numerous things about Haruhi. Kyouya couldn't control the disappointment that threatened to arouse his temper as he flipped haphazardly through the pages, no longer bothering to be gentle with the book.
Just as he snapped the diary shut in frustration, something caught his eye. Flipping it back open from the rear end, he found several pages scribed in neat handwriting, with xoxo's and hearts scribbled all around the border.
Huh. Kyouya hadn't know his friend was a doodler.
A corner of his lip lifted in a slanted smirk, as he began reading the girly handwriting of Tamaki's crush notes.
A chuckle rang through the still air of the room as he found himself laughing at the words on the page. Relief flowed through him as he read page after page about himself – or, rather, Tamaki's description of how sexy he was – not that he was about to deny it.
So, it wasn't a one-sided relationship after all. Not that he ever suspected it to be, but being certain did come as a comfort. Now he was free to go about his plans.
The journal entries got more corny with every date. Another boisterous laugh escaped his lips as he read the latest entry. Tamaki wanted to be punished...? Several evil ideas popped into his head as he processed the new information. Oh, the blonde was going to regret ever writing that into his diary.