Lavender Roses {K . Ootori x Reader}

The Job of a High School Host! pt. 1

i.e, y/n's a little tired 

legend 

-> (n/n) = nickname, (f/c) = favorite color, (l/n) = last night, (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color

-> word count: 6.5k

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Some might say you were burning the candle at both ends. Others might favor 'burning the midnight oil'. And as your workload began to increase, between hosting, grocery shopping and helping Kyo with the management side of things, you knew you were definitely burning through something. Brain cells? The iced coffee in your fridge? The keyboard on your computer? You reasoned that it was probably all three.

But there was still a smile on your face as you flitted around the clubroom, placing tropical centerpieces on to each decorated table.

Late nights and early mornings didn't bother you. The club was worth it.

Finally being reassured in your role for this club motivated you to do everything you could for its members. If there was a loose end in the budget, you'd tie it. Honey had an empty plate? A fluffy strawberry sponge would be placed in front of him. You were extra punctual with your guests, confident in your ability to make the most of each appointment. The satisfaction of your work encouraged you to push even further towards your limit, but you didn't care.

Kyoya noticed, of course.

Gray eyes watched the way you would zone out in the middle of a conversation, or how you had adopted languid movements during the classes you two shared. He hadn't known it was possible for you to be more clumsy than before, bumping into him in the hallways and dropping your things had become a regular practice for you. During club hours you were awake and smiling, but he couldn't ignore the cloudy look in your eye.

It was beginning to worry him. He knew you had taken on a lot recently, and he didn't want to make the same mistake of looking past the way your work affected you.

But when he brought it up, you insisted you were fine. You said it with a smile on your face, and it was hard for him to argue, especially when your grin gave him that strange feeling in his chest. So, he let it go. Afterall, the ravenet meant it when he said he trusts you to set your own limits.

He just hoped you wouldn't keep revising them.

Now, bobby pins twisted between your teeth as you pinned an incredibly intricate Balinese headdress to your skull. Your hair sat nicely underneath in a style you had sculpted for over an hour, and you had finished a shimmery and sweet makeup look, targeting the dark circles under your eyes that had begun to form over the past couple of days. You adjusted the outfit that Tamaki picked out for you, fascinated by the fabrics wrapped delicately around your figure.

Tamaki had suggested a "Tropical Paradise" theme, surely inspired by the Bali photobook Kyoya had bought and asked you to place secretly onto Tamaki's desk. You stepped out of the dressing room to see tall palm trees providing shade from the sun that radiated through the windows, lotus flowers and orchids sprinkling through the clubroom in full bloom. Tropical birds soar near the expensive chandeliers, seemingly out of place in a school like yours. There was a tiki bar in the far back, and the heating system in the room had been turned up significantly to simulate the feeling of a typical beach climate. You smiled as you saw the guests gape in wonder at the transformation, pride swelling in your chest at how perfect everything was.

Walking towards your own table, you spotted Haruhi looking around with a dull look on her face.

"Haruhi!" You called to her, your costume jingling as you walked. A toucan lands on her head, and you stifle a laugh as her deadpan expression turns to you. "What's up?"