The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

✿ Chapter 45 : Lisianthus ✿

Kyoya entered the hospital room eyes darkening at the sight that hasn't changed in over two weeks. 

Grabbing a chair and setting it right beside Sumire's bed he sitting down,  and like a routine he gently held Sumire's hand, tiredly laying his head against the bed, stroking Sumire's hand softly.

He really couldn't do anything but wait. 

And that's the thing that's been plaguing Kyoya, whenever there was a problem whether in school or the club or something in his family he always can find a way to resolve it. No matter how dire it was he could always find a way to pull through. 

But he couldn't do that with Sumire, in a sense he felt trapped. Useless, confined to a cage that seemed to kept shrinking as time went on, slowly suffocating him as he tried to find a non-existent way out. 

He had fallen in way too deep, he had given his heart to someone out of pure innocent love he didn't even realize what had happened. But he was happy.

He was happy that out of everyone he had ever known, his heart found its home into someone he truly admired. And that happiness was also his downfall.

Sumire was someone who didn't hesitate to let people know what she was feeling, she wore her heart on her sleeve like a warrior and never backed down. She was enigmatic, but she was also easy to understand.

The steps of her journey's decorated her like lights, each flicker finding its way in a notch made by a memory, its luster glowing as it made her even more radiant than before. She was adorned with jewels crafted by both joy and pain, and she told the story of each one like a fond reminder.

She was beautiful in the smallest of ways, when the light hits her eyes perfectly, or when the wind blew a certain way making her look like she was floating. The way she wasn't afraid of showing someone they were loved, or that they are seen. 

It was bittersweet, the ache of feeling something for the first time brought upon something so small yet encompassed the entirety of Kyoya's being. 

Maybe, this is love?

"Kyoya-senpai, ne Senpai!"

The vice president startled awake to the twins face peering at him as he sat up and fixed his glasses.

"Kyoya-senpai, are you alright?" Haruhi walked over looking concerned, "You look really tired."

"I'm alright," Kyoya waved a dismissive hand, "Did you need something?"

"We were wondering if we can have a few days off," Hikaru carefully said slightly shrinking back as Kyoya's eyebrow raised.

Passing Kaoru the ball Kaoru laughed nervously but said seriously, "We know we don't talk about it, but it's been hard without Sumire and it's getting even harder to pretend everything's okay in front of the guests."

Receiving no response they all look towards Tamaki who tried to escape but was thrown to the front. 

"Alright! Okay!" Tamaki fixed his uniform and sitting beside his best friend, "I think what they're- we're trying to say is, we need a break from the hosting for a while, just a day or two."

"Okay," Kyoya replied opening his laptop and typing rapidly across the keyboard. 

The host club looked at each other expecting a fight or a lecture about how important it is to keep the business up or how money is tight from their shadow king , but after a good while of Kyoya ignoring them they slowly retreated back to the big wooden table they used for meetings.

"I know we said we needed a break but I'm seriously worried about Kyoya-senpai," Hikaru whispered to their huddle.

Kaoru nodded, "It's not like him to be so...compliant. He didn't even give us a catch!"

"Kyo-chan's been pretty sad since Sumire is gone huh," Honey commented nomming on some cake sitting on Mori's lap.

"Tamaki ha-senpai, has Kyoya-senpai talked to you about anything?" Haruhi asked sitting down looking hopeful.

Shaking his head Tamaki sighed plopping down in his seat as well, "I've tried, he just need more time."

Hearing a phone ring they looked around eyes landing on Kyoya as he answered the device.

"Ootori Kyoya speaking. I see. Thank you we'll be on our way," Kyoya sprung up from his seat and was about to zoom out the club doors when he doubled back, "Sumire's awake."

The host club dropped everything racing out the doors and piled into Kyoya's limo, each one buzzing with emotions of excitement. Even Kyoya was tapping his foot whether impatiently or anticipatingly, they didn't know. 

Neither of them said a word as the limo stopped and marched single file towards the familiar hospital room and Tamaki taking the liberty of opening the door.

"Sumire! My daughter!," Tamaki cried about to jump Sumire on the bed with open arms, when he was stopped mid-air by Mori.

"Sumire!" You're okay!" Haruhi rushed over eyes shining, "How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor? We have to call grandma-"

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Sumire laughed giving Haruhi a light squeeze but pulling away confused and pointing at the group who was meekly standing by the foot of the bed, "Who are they?"

MWAHAHAHAHA Yeah I think we all  saw this coming, but I really wanted to have one last conflict before we smooth sailed to the finish line

Sadly, I this sudden update isn't going to be constant as I'm still juggling school and college and all that, but I wanted to give an update just so y'all know I'm still alive.

This group of updates is kind-of a christmas present ig, before I disappear again for a few months but I swear I'll finish the book ;-;

Thank you soso much for the votes btw, I see y'all and if theres any suggestions I'll be open to hear them : )

(i might make a christmas special just so its not so depressing) Sike, i did not make a christmas special.

Happy Holidays!