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Sick!Kyoya x Reader

(Y/n)'s POV:

I had noticed Kyoya was off today. He was paler than usual and more withdrawn. Most people wouldn't even realize unless they were close with the "shadow king". I could hear his stomach gurgling and churning violently with my supernatural ears and I cringed in sympathy.

I knew there was no way he would let the other host club members seen his moment of weakness, much less the host club guests, so I had to be discreet about addressing it. I went down and sat beside my sick boyfriend on the red plush couch and placed a gentle hand on his back.

He gave me a questioning look at the gesture, but I just brushed it off and turned towards the ladies. Everyone knew Kyoya and I were together, we were like the twins, a package deal. I continued chatting with the guests, looking over at Kyoya when he suddenly went silent, his upper body curled over his lap as he rested his throbbing head in his hands.

He suddenly jumped up, rushing across the club room. Kyoya had almost made it to the changing rooms/ bathrooms door when his knees gave out. He fell forcefully to his knees and winced when the action jostled his stomach horribly.

The club was deathly quiet as everyone heard the ominous gurgle in Kyoya's stomach. Then the throaty gag, and then the loud splat of vomit on the marble floor. (Y/n), was the first to react, jumping off the couch and to her feet.

She ran to the trash bin a few feet away that Kyoya was too preoccupied to reach. Kyoya took a deep breath before leaning downwards again and opening his mouth for the second upheaval of sick. It splashed against the chunky puddle of his previous wave with a sickening sound, and soon (y/n) was beside him. Some of the girls squealed, and Kyoya could hear footsteps.

(y/n) hauled her boyfriend up by the shoulders. She half-helped, half-dragged Kyoya away from the puddle and put the bin in his lap.

As Kyoya's body was wracked with violent gags, and horribly embarrassing sounds were pulled from him, (y/n) sat beside him with a hand on his back, encouraging him quietly. Haruhi hung around somewhere behind him. When Kyoya looked up, he noticed that most everyone else was gone.

He spat into the can one last time. (Y/n)'s voice was soft when she spoke again. "You done for now babe?" All he could do was nod as he collapsed into his girlfriend's chest.

Kyoya's POV:

I felt completely drained as I fell onto (Y/n). I was too hot and sweaty, and my clothes felt all wrong. I could feel all the eyes of the host members on me as I buried my head deeper into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck. I could still feel my stomach rolling and I knew it was only a matter of time before I was sick again.

I let out a quiet whine that only (y/n) could hear to let her know that I still wasn't feeling good. She gently scooped me up and carried me the rest of the way to the door leading to the bathrooms.

She set me down on one of the couches outside the changing curtains and dragged the trash bin from the corner and over to my side. As she went to walk away I grabbed her wrist and she smiled. (Y/n) gently pulled off my glasses and set them down on the side table before carefully settling in behind me and placing a warm hand on my gurgly stomach.

(Y/n)'s POV:

I smiled slightly when Kyoya grabbed my wrist, asking me to stay. He hardly ever openly showed affection, so I treasured the moments he did. I slid over my boyfriend and curled up behind him, placing a ginger hand on his upset stomach. He sighed as I began to rub gentle circles across the angry organ.

I knew I needed to get him out of the school, but there was no way he'd let me bring him to his own home. Kyoya would never let his father and brothers see him so ill. So that left bringing him to my house. It shouldn't be too bad given I lived alone, but the problem was my house was quite far from the school. With his stomach in its current condition, I doubted Kyoya could make the car ride to my house without throwing up again.

I tsked in annoyance and decided to just let the sick teen rest for now. Tamaki was the first to enter, then Haruhi, then Mori and Honey, and finally the twins. They all shared a sympathetic look for Kyoya who was now thankfully asleep.

I carefully shimmied out off the couch and walked over to the host club. "Is Kyo-Chan gonna be okay?" Honey questioned with teary eyes. "He's not feeling too well right now, but as soon as I can get him back to my house to take care of him, he should be okay." This brightened up Honey's demeanour really quick and he was soon grabbing my wrist chanting something about how we needed to get Kyoya to my car and home immediately.

"Hey Honey, I don't think we can move Kyo-chan right now. His tummy is still really upset and moving him would make him sick." I softly told the lolita boy. He nodded in understanding and glanced back towards his ghostly pale friend.

Once I was done talking to the host club members, I made my way back to the couch Kyoya was draped acrossed in a fevered sleep. I sat behind him again, so I was big spooning him. I set my hand back on his stomach and could feel it still churning horribly.

I laid my hand on it, but my nauseous boyfriend quickly pushed it off. I was mildly confused when he fully pulled away, but then sat up when I saw that he was positioned above the trash can. I asked if he wanted to sit but, but he shook his head, claiming he was too dizzy.

I rubbed his back as Kyoya burped up a small mouthful of bile into the the lined bin. He heaved a few more times, but nothing else came up. "Do you think your done?" He shook his head weakly, yet firmly, telling me he definitely was not done.

I continued rubbing his back as he panted harshly over the trashcan. I could hear him trying to quiet the loud belches that kept forcing themselves up his throat. I was certain he had nothing left but gas, but when I placed my arm around his stomach to pull him back, this burp wasn't so hollow.

I gasped when a large wave of sick left Kyoya's quivering lips.He jolted out of my arms, leaning over the couch and stuck is face deep into the trash bin as another retch ripped through him. I didn't know how I was gonna get him home in his condition, but all I needed to worry about right now was helping my boyfriend through this awful wave of sick.

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~Luna