Kyoya had finally been released from the hospital. It felt amazing to be out in the late January air. I'd be taking him home, and then I'd be going to my place to get ready for dinner.
He hadn't spoken to me since last night, but I knew we were still going. Even if he was upset with me, Kyoya asked to go, and he wouldn't bail on me for a petty reason.
"How long have you known," he asked me suddenly as we sat in the car.
Of course he'd wait until now to bring it up! I can't escape. He's so smart, but I really don't want to talk about it. At least not right now.
"Kyoya, I don't really feel like talking about it right now, if that's all right," I suggested, wanting to change the subject at hand.
It made things awkward and tense, just like last night. Kyoya is quite considerate, so I figured that he might at least entertain the idea of a different conversation topic. Oh how I was devastatingly wrong.
After I suggested it, Kyoya was basically glaring at me. It scared me, how serious he was about it.
"You never told Tamaki. I have a right to know, Kasumi," he demanded, looking directly into my eyes, "I have a right to answers."
I reached out and took his hand, surprisingly enough, he didn't try to shrug me away. He let me hold his hand, which let me know he wasn't beyond a breaking point with me.
"Of course you do, Kyoya. You'll get the answers that you're looking for, but you just need to wait for a little bit longer. Can you do that? Just a few more hours?" Holding his hand in mine, I chanced looking into his eyes. He seemed less on edge than he did earlier.
He huffed out hot air, "You know what, I can do that. I have waited seven long years and a month I can't remember, and I can wait a few more hours for the answers I've been waiting for."
I felt grateful, so grateful to have him in this moment rather than any other because right now I wasn't mentally or physically prepared to spill my guts to him. "Thank you, Kyoya."
He even gave me a slight smile now, "No problem, Kasumi." Although things were slightly less tense, the rest of the ride was silent. It was a good silence. Well, not a good silence, but a silence that meant we were on better terms.
When we arrived at Kyoya's, I was going to follow him out and into the house, but he simply held up a hand to stop me. "It's quite all right, Kasumi, I can get settled back in on my own."
"But I-"
"I know, and I appreciate everything you've done for me, everything you've sacrificed to be by my side throughout all of this, but it's time for you to go home; it's time for you to get back to your life," he leaned back into the car and placed a kiss onto my forehead, "I'll see you tonight."
For a moment, as the car rolled away from Kyoya and his home, I was completely stunned. Never before had I felt so... dismissed. Kyoya wouldn't let me have the relief of watching him settle back in at home after an entire month in the hospital with him. Surely he valued me more than that? Surely he appreciated me more than that?
How could I now, after all this time, suddenly be doubting Kyoya? It was completely and utterly foolish of me, and it showed exactly how much I didn't deserve him. Kyoya had never failed me before, and neither had Tamaki. After all this time, after all these years, was it really time to say goodbye to one of them? Of course it was, I couldn't stand to have them keep playing this torturous game for one more night.
Their lives have been held back simply because of me, and after tonight, it would all be over. The final move of this game will be made tonight, and the most stressful event of my life will have passed. One final hurdle.
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The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Your Tricks Won't Make Me Fall!!] Seven years have passed since Kasumi went away, and she's finally ready to return home. She thought she would go home as soon as she turned 18; when the choice was hers. One of the universities that Yuzu...
