The "Lovable" Type| OHSHC x OC

𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒰𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹

Amei found herself in one of Kyoya's guest rooms, still unsure how she had ended up there. Maybe it was because he had offered her a reprieve from the twins' antics for the night. Whatever the reason, she had been grateful at the time.

That morning, however, Haruhi's phone call abruptly yanked her out of her sleep. Groggy and irritable, Amei dragged herself out of bed to take a quick shower and get dressed. She had just grabbed her phone to call for one of Kyoya's drivers when it buzzed in her hand.

Tamaki's overly enthusiastic voice greeted her. "Amei! I need a favor!"

"Pay me, and sure," she replied flatly, still grumpy from being woken up twice.

Tamaki whined dramatically, "You don't need more money! You're already rich, Ameiiii!"

"I need that painting set," she deadpanned.

Defeated by her persistence, Tamaki relented, and not long after, Amei found herself standing outside a door, still grumpy from her interrupted sleep.

She knocked lightly, calling out just loud enough to be heard.

"Ootori-san? I came by to wake you up before I leave. Tamaki's waiting for you, but he's too much of a coward to do it himself."

Satisfied she'd done her part, Amei turned to leave. She barely made it two steps before the door creaked open.

Kyoya stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with one arm. His voice, deep and thick with sleep, carried a slow, faintly irritated edge. "You do realize I could barely hear you, right? You were practically mumbling."

"All I said–" Amei began as she turned back to face him, only to freeze mid-sentence.

Kyoya was clearly just out of bed.

His dark hair was mussed, his glasses were absent, and his gaze was still heavy with sleep.

To top it all off, he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Um..." she stammered, her mind struggling to stay focused.

He sighed, covering a yawn with his hand, his expression shifting to mild irritation as he raised a brow. "All you said was what?"

Amei tugged at the hem of her dress, willing herself not to look at anything but his face. She could feel the heat rising to her ears. "I-I–all I was saying was that Tamaki's, uh... waiting for you."

Kyoya regarded her with a sleepy, unreadable expression before humming softly, a deep sound that made her stomach flutter for reasons she refused to acknowledge. "Mmm. I see."

Amei's thoughts were in complete disarray. He's already stupidly attractive, but Kami-sama, did you really have to give him that voice in the morning too?!

She glanced to the side, feigning interest in the nearest wall, praying the interaction would end before her growing embarrassment became too obvious.

Kyoya's question pulled Amei out of her spiral of thoughts. "Was that all?"

"What?" she asked, startled.

His expression held a glimmer of amusement, as though he could see right through her. "Was that all you wanted to see me for?"

"Of course! Why else would I—"

"You're staring—or rather, trying not to."

"I am not!" she retorted, her tone tinged with childish defensiveness, her flush deepening.

Kyoya snickered, the sound low and teasing. "What are you, Tamaki, now?"

"No..." she muttered, folding her arms.