Benefits || Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter 9: I Know You

You enter the music room early in the morning with your headphones in your ears and iPod in your hand. You want to test out some new pieces you've composed and recorded over the past month on a better piano than the electric one you have at home. You're planning on playing them at the Host Club after school today if they're good enough.

You sit down on the black bench with your school bag resting atop the piano and you scroll through your playlist to find which one you want to go over first. After finding the one titled Isolation, you reach up to slide the sheet music out of your bag and rest it on the stand in front of you.

Right when you're about to begin the song, someone walks into the room. You look over and, naturally, it has to be Kyoya, but he appears more disheveled than usual. He must have been up all night doing homework, Host Club accounting, or family business again. Maybe all three.

"Morning," he mutters, looking down at his tablet.

You narrow your eyes as you watch his chest move up and down a bit heavily like he's out of breath for some reason. Kyoya reaches up and rubs a hand over his neck, which you assume is stiff, and then it clicks all at once.

"Kyoya, did you have any coffee this morning or something with caffeine?" you question worriedly.

Kyoya seems confused. "No, why?"

"You idiot," you mumble and set your iPod on the seat next to you before standing. "You have hypotension, you need to keep your blood pressure stable. You're already showing signs of deficiency."

"How did you know about that? No one does," he inquires almost incredulously.

"I'm studying to be a doctor and hypotension and hypertension are two of the most basic conditions along with being common. Over the last year, you've shown at one point or another almost every sign, but since you hadn't died and just about everyone in your family is a doctor, you knew about it," you explain, making your way over to him. "But you really need caffeine in your blood. I'll bring you a coffee, okay?"

Kyoya nods after a moment and you force him to sit down at one of the empty tables in the room. You jog away and go down to one of the kiosks on campus to get the drink and rush back to the music room, passing and waving to your friends on the way.

You arrive back with yourself being a little out of breath now and hand the coffee to Kyoya. He chugs a good portion of it before setting it on the table and you've been preparing yourself to scold him since leaving to get the beverage.

"How could you let your blood pressure get so low? You're supposed to regulate it," you say, crossing your arms and leering down at him.

"I've been busy, I was up all night, and I forgot to even think about my condition," Kyoya answers calmly.

"What could have been so important that you forget about your health? Your family's business is a bullshit excuse, by the way," you chide.

He sets his tablet on the table and takes another sip of his coffee. "I was devising a plan on how to ask you out on a date," Kyoya reveals.

"W-what?" you stutter, taking a step back in shock.

"Would you accompany me on a proper date?" Kyoya rises to his feet and has a cocky smirk on his face as if he knows what you'll say.

"No. Absolutely not," you reply quickly, pivoting and walking back to the piano.

"Wait, what?" Kyoya says as if he's never been turned down before, which may be true. "Why?"

"If I must explain it, then you're not as smart as I think you are."

You gather your iPod and bag in your arms to escape this mangled distortion of reality. You didn't expect Kyoya to come out and freaking ask you on a date all of a sudden. You figured you could gradually get over your feelings and continue on your days without having to reveal your secret.

"I learn by listening, so you should explain why you won't go out on a simple date," Kyoya says.

"I'm not the damsel in distress, this isn't a rags-to-riches story, and your family would never let you date an oh-so poor commoner like me. I suggest you think about that before ever asking something so stupid," you respond.

"You don't think I have? I'm just asking for a date, not proposing marriage," he informs. "My parents control certain aspects of my life, but who I choose to spend time with is not their business. I thought we were getting along really well these past couple of months."

"Maybe we have been, but it doesn't change the fact that I will not have your family believe I'm exploiting your wealth or business for my own personal gain either. We're not peanut butter and jelly, Kyoya. We don't go together, there's no way in hell we would work out."

"Well, you're not as uncaring as I perceived you to be. You really thought about all of this before, meaning you have to possess some sort of affection for me in return. I expected you not to care what my family thinks," Kyoya calculates.

You make an expression of disbelief. "If you weren't the possible heir to the wealthiest and one of the most powerful organizations in Japan, then I wouldn't, but these are the facts and I can't mess it up for you. You've worked too hard to let it go to waste for someone like me. I'm not even sure why you would do something as ludicrous as date me anyway," you ramble.

"Because you don't care about me for my wealth, family, or looks," he asserts. "You're mindlessly expressing how much you want me to succeed for my sake and how my relationship with my family will be effected. You're concerned for every detail besides your own happiness and I find it intriguing. I've never met someone like you--someone selflessly devoted to helping over gaining."

You roll your eyes. "Because you're surrounded by these rich assholes all the time. You could actively branch out your horizons and broaden your area of friendship and your relationships with regular people."

"See, that doesn't appeal to me much, but you do. If you're going to shoot down my offer so quickly, at least think it over before being too rash. One date, that's all I ask and we can see what happens from there."

You grumble under your breath and turn to put your belongings back on the piano. After talking, you know just how Kyoya is thinking this through and what could manifest in the future if you go on a date and if it does go well, but you still have things to worry about.

"Fine, I'll think about it," you conclude.

"Thank you," Kyoya replies, waltzing over to pick up his tablet and coffee before beginning to exit the room. "For the coffee, too."

A/N: I just want to inform you that Kyoya did not fake his symptoms and it was not apart of his plan.