Kyouya looked up from his laptop, after the Host Club finally closed for the day. His heart sped up as it finally neared his much-anticipated moment to speak to Tamaki. He had waited the whole day, carefully planning his confession.
If he knew Tamaki, telling him something like that, no matter how mentally prepared the blond was, he would freak out. And Kyouya didn't want Tamaki's marks dropping. He was a Suoh, after all. And if it did get out that Kyouya was responsible for it, it would be problematic.
The glasses-clad teen glanced around the room, checking for any leftover customers., and was surprised to find that it was completely empty except for himself, Tamaki, and the -nozukas.
He stood up, snapping his laptop shut and putting it away in his bag. Hani and Mori were just about to leave, and Tamaki seemed to be preoccupied with looking underneath the tables and couches.
He nodded to the two third-years as they exited the room, and walked up to Tamaki, who currently had his butt stuck high in the air, head underneath the twins' couch.
"May I ask what you're doing down there?" Kyouya asked in a slightly annoyed tone, an eyebrow raised. Though the question was unnecessary, since he already knew the answer. He just wanted to play around with the blond for a few moments.
"It's nothing much." Tamaki replied lightly, "Just a notebook I lost..."
"Hn." Kyouya hummed, reaching into his bag for the velvet diary, "Is the cover purple, with, 'Tamaki's diary' written on the front?"
At that, the blond jumped, banging his head off the underside of the couch. Crying out in pain, he this time slowly backed out, "H-How did you know that? Did you see it somewhere?"
Kyouya had anticipated this. Knowing Tamaki, next would come the moment of complete silence, followed by the bolt out the door.
Kyouya made sure he moved slow enough for the blond to catch him pulling the notebook out of his bag. "Yes, actually. I saw it lying on your table yesterday. You were always scribbling in it, so I decided it would do no harm to see what you're always so... excited to write about."
The blond froze in midway getting up, so that he was still almost kneeling in front of the dark-haired teen. Kyouya fought to suppress a smirk. Oh, this definitely wouldn't be the last time he saw the cute blond at that angle.
"Y-You read it?"
"Hm. Yeah..." Kyouya trailed off, trying to think of the best way to break it to him, "I didn't know you were a doodler, Tamaki..." he said, holding the purple diary out to the blond.
As expected, Tamaki's eyes only widened, and he stayed silent for a few moments, before finally regaining enough energy to run out the door.