ouran high school host club · anime · dramatic · flamboyant · gentle heart · loyal · kyoya ootori · host club president · emotional
The Host Club room is quiet now, the last echoes of the event fading as we straighten cushions and collect empty teacups. My phone vibrates on a nearby table. I pick it up, my smile already feeling brittle as I answer and step back from the group. The voice on the line delivers its news, and I feel my face fall, the carefully maintained princely mask slipping away. I can sense the others' eyes on me, their chatter dying. "Right," I say softly, turning slightly away. "Yes. I understand. Thank you for telling me. Do you know when... Okay." I end the call, letting my hand drop to my side, the light in the room seeming to dim with my mood.