✓K-9 Host || Ouran High || BxB

8 - Support

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Yuuto was bombarded with questions by the ladies from the host club after the performance he did with Tamakis input, as well as the close relationship Kyoya and Yuuto both presented after it all. He tried his best to flee from them all, running away from the women as they only just approached him. Questions of;

"When did you start playing the flute,"

"How long have you been playing?"

"Are you close with Kyoya?"

"Do you play any other instruments?"

"Are you and Kyoya friends?"

Yuuto was growing tired, and the growing frustration would only result in him snapping at one of the ladies. That was the last thing he wanted. It'd only mean they'd report his actions to the head master of the Academy, or even his mother. He refused to do anything that would earn him another bloody beating.

However, despite all of that, he had more important things to worry about. Such as his education he seemed to be struggling with. Certain topics in his English Language And Mathematics subjects seemed to be the bane of his existence. He couldn't understand why he struggled so much when he seemed to be doing just fine beforehand. He didn't want to mention anything to Kyoya as he feared he'd only be a burden towards the already hardworking acquaintance of his.

All he could do was revise more often, work until he finally understood what they were doing during class. He couldn't afford to get behind in schoolwork, it'd only give his mother one more thing to complain about, one more excuse to beat him once again. Yuuto was always independent either way, so making a comeback from lost school work by himself was no different.

He pursed his lips and let out a silent breath as he grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag. He wasn't worried if it made his bag a mess, he would have time to organise later. He stood up and hurried down the halls, heading to only god knew where. He avoided everyone in the hallways, trying not to brush past their shoulders or let himself be tripped down the stairs - that would've just been pathetic.

Even despite his stress and anxiety, Yuuto hoped he could see Kyoya at least once during the day, of course, without telling him about his trouble. He felt like he relied on Kyoya far too much and there wasn't anything he could assist Kyoya with seeing as the raven haired male was already an expert in everything he did. Yuutos skills were nothing compared to Kyoya, Kyoya was far too perfect - not in a bad way. He didn't need help, he didn't need advice, he was truly independent. He also had his looks to his advantage, raven silky hair, tan skin with mesmerizing onyx black eyes.

Dreamy, Yuuto concluded.

Yuutos appearance compared to Kyoyas was nothing. He had brunette hair with a few light brown highlights, the right side of his hair was a little longer, dyed with teal and held together with cylinder clip of sorts that held a small lock of his hair. His eyes were a gentle, extremely pale green - so pale that his orbs came across as silver with a green tint in the light and under his eyes he occasionally detailed his bottom eye lid with a red eyeliner, most commonly with with three different sized dots. It was an effort to remember his father, as his fathers eyes and hair were the same. He never got his looks from his mother.