Anime one shots

Kyoya x (Y/N) 🍋

Anime: Ouran Highschool Host Club

Setting: Years have passed, the host club members have started their lives in taking over either family, or their own business'. Most of them were married such as Tamaki and Haruhi, who married right after they both graduated from college. Kyoya himself got married to a woman from a highly respected real estate agency, who owned worldwide hotels, restaurants, amusement parks, and resorts for the high-class. They've been married for a year now, still learning much about each other.

The wedding was beautiful, elegant as can be, but it wasn't unexpected when it came to the Ootori family. Kyoya took (Y/N) to a private island his father's company owned, a personal resort just for them for two weeks. They spent it just getting to really know each other, (y/n) learned that her husband was nothing more than a refined workaholic. He took in way too much information about anything and everything and was always steps ahead of everyone.  She was quite content with her marriage though, even if it was more for a business opportunity than a unity on love, unlike Kyoya's best friends, who she learned married a poor woman who was lucky enough to go to their high school.  She wondered what it would be like to marry for love, but she couldn't complain about her husband, he treated her kindly and gave her freedom for the most part. A year has passed since their wedding, and both were currently getting dressed for a charity ball they were attending for one of his brothers' companies. She normally didn't like going around his family, but she knew his sister was going to be there, and she normally stuck to her hip while her husband talked to the other men.

"We don't have to stay so late; I know you have a meeting in the morning, we'll just do the usual rounds, donate some money, then be on our way after at least two hours," Kyoya spoke, not looking up from his fixated gaze on making sure his tie was perfect.

"You're so sweet, I'll be fine though, we should enjoy our time there, it's rare that we get out of the house or office lately," (y/n) hummed, brushing her hands down her dress, making sure there were no wrinkles. The dress was blue, satin, with a matching lighter blue shoulder drape, the dress complimented her figure well. She wore a small, heeled shoe, Kyoya was tall, but she didn't like standing at his height, so she tried to stay at shoulder level. He's told her plenty of times he didn't mind though, she could wear anything she wanted.

"That is true, we're due for a vacation, maybe we could go to the new resort we opened a year ago? Get some updates on how it's going and what we could do to make it better," As usual their vacation was also work related, she tried to not mind it, but sometimes she wanted to get away from it all.

"That's not a bad idea, we'll need to go over our schedules then," She replied, looking over her appearance, noting she looked fine.

"Well, let's go, the driver's out front," They made their way through their mansion to the front doors. Walking out into the chilly winter air, (y/n) pulled the drape around her shoulders tighter, Kyoya's hand made its way to her lower back, guiding her to the car, where he opened the door for her to get in, before sliding in himself. They sat in silence as they drove into the night, both staring out opposite windows, the winter night was full of life tonight. The cold air blew snow off of treetops, the road's dusted slightly, making drivers take precautions trying to get to where they were going. His brother's estate was on the other side of town, so it was longer ride. (Y/N) sneaked looks at her husband, who occasionally looked up from his phone to make sure they were on schedule to the event. She must admit he was pretty handsome, his black hair slicked to the side, a strand or two falling perfectly over his forehead. His grey eyes always held a hint of mischief, but not once did he lose his stern gaze, letting everyone know he was serious no matter what. His silver rimmed glasses sat on his nose delicately, every now and then a streetlight would shine in the window, the glare blocking his eyes, giving him a sense of mystery. He was pretty tall, standing just at six feet, sometimes taller depending on the shoes he wore. He was her husband, handsome, other women referred to him as sexy as well, and he was all hers. Yet they've been married for a year, and he has done nothing more than kiss her cheek while in public to show off they were a loving couple. They didn't even sleep in the same bed most nights, Kyoya put a futon in his office due to the fact he spent most nights up past midnight and didn't want to wake her when he was ready to sleep. She tried not to worry about it, she was sure most marriages were tough for a while, but she always wondered what her life would be like if it had more spice to it. (Y/N) was so deep in thought she didn't realize she was still staring at him.