Benefits || Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter 17: Caught In The Act

There's only two months until final exams and summer vacation. You and Kyoya have been partaking in your steady and slow relationship for almost five months already and you're becoming closer each passing day with more physical and emotional contact and you know each other like the back of your hands... or so you think.

Like many times before, Kyoya is on his way to pick you up while his parents are at a business meeting at the main hospital they work at. In under twenty minutes, you're in the passenger seat of his sleek black Camaro and driving toward the other side of town.

"What do you want to do today?" Kyoya asks.

You ponder for a few seconds while thinking of something to possibly do at a multi-million dollar mansion with every activity known to the universe residing inside and around it. It took you a couple of visits to understand just how large the place is.

"There's a basketball court in your yard, right? The one your dad built for your oldest brother, Yuuichi, when he started playing basketball at the age of ten and quit by twelve?" you ask, relaying what you learned from Kyoya long ago.

Kyoya grins. "Yeah. You don't seem fazed by this stuff anymore."

"I'm used to the outlandish spending habits of people who have the luxury, but only really after hearing what the Ootoris splurge on and the other crap you have told me," you respond.

"Well, I assume you want to play basketball, am I correct?"

"You're athletic, I can dribble a ball. Let's just see what happens," you answer.

Kyoya agrees and eventually pulls in front of his house in broad daylight. You both get out and join hands to approach the house, then walk in after having the door held open for you.

"Thank you, Seizaburo," you say to Kyoya's personal bodyguards as you walk through with said man.

Seizaburo nods mutely. You've known all the highest class families get their kids guards to follow them at all times incase of unfortunate kidnappings, but you only recently actually met Kyoya's three along with other Ootori family staff including a personal chef and four different maids who you also greet on your way through the house.

"Lunch is currently being prepared, therefore we should have approximately an hour before we eat," Kyoya informs.

"If you're offering lunch, I expect a sandwich, not wine and fish eggs," you reply seriously.

"It's sushi, so an in between."

Kyoya slides open the glass door to the backyard where the basketball court along with many other extravagant antiquities are located. He releases your hand and walks over to a rack to grab a basketball from and bounces it over to you.

"I know you're good at sports, but why don't you play them at Ouran?" you ask, now nonchalantly dribbling the ball in front of you.

"I don't have time and it doesn't benefit my future or give off a good impression in any way. I thought you would figure that out," Kyoya answers.

You take a step to the right and glance at the hoop behind Kyoya. "I did, I just needed time to line up my shot." You bring the ball up and quickly shoot it over his head with it easily melting through the net. "Yes! Point for (Y/N)!"

"That was cheating," Kyoya grumbles, jogging to get the rebound.

"Don't start being a sore loser, Cupcake," you tease.

"I'm not a sore loser, I just don't like cheaters," he remarks, dribbling the ball.

You and Kyoya bounce the ball around each other for a while until you grab it away from him and he ends up wrapping his arms around you from behind to stop you from going any further. You laugh and clutch the ball in your hands as Kyoya holds you tight against his body and presses the side of his face to yours with an adoring smile.

"Kyoya?"

The actions are fast as you and Kyoya both seize in your spots, then you drop the ball and jump away from the other. An amalgamation of anxiety, petrification, and pure dread rocks through your very soul at the sight of Kyoya's mother and father standing at the sliding doors with unreadable expressions.

"Mom, D-Dad, what are you doing home?" Kyoya chokes out.

"The meeting ended early, so we decided to stop by for lunch. Who is this?" Mr. Ootori questions, giving you a scrutinizing look.

Kyoya remembers through his own shock that you're here and rushes over to comfort you in the most subtle way possible since he knows you're freaking out on the inside.

"This is (Y/N), my girlfriend," Kyoya introduces stiffly.

"It's nice to meet you," Mrs. Ootori says politely.

"You, too," you say with the most steady voice you can manage, but it still wavers significantly.

You notice that Mr. Ootori appears less than impressed and you can now understand why Kyoya is so adamant and sensitive about his father.

"Maybe I should take you--"

Kyoya's father cuts him off. "No, please, she can stay for lunch. I would like to get to know her better."

Not having any other choice, the two of you comply and Kyoya rests a hand on your lower back, gently moving it up and down to settle your nerves. At the dining table, you sit next to Kyoya on one side, Mrs. Ootori sits on the other, and Mr. Ootori sits at the head. There's an awkward silence dragging on until the sushi is prepared and placed on the table.

"(Y/N), what company does your family run?" Mr. Ootori inquires.

The hand resting on your leg curls into a fist and you reign in the array of emotions shooting through your veins at the moment. You peer at Kyoya in the corner of your eye and he responds by putting his hand over your fist and intertwining your fingers as if to say that it's okay.

"Actually, Sir, my family doesn't own a company or business. We're middle-class citizens," you say confidently.

Mr. Ootori stops eating and burns his gaze into Kyoya before meeting your eyes.

"Is that so? I don't see why my son would be interested in you then."

"Dad!" Kyoya snaps unexpectedly, surprising all three of you. "(Y/N) is an exceptional student, well-respected at Ouran among all classes, and amazingly talented. Please, for the sake of the respected name of the Ootori family and for the fact that we are in a relationship, don't insult her."

You feel Kyoya's hand tremble in yours, not in anger but in fear of the reaction he's going to receive from his father. Mr. Ootori simply narrows his eyes before going back to his meal along with Mrs. Ootori as if nothing had happened and they're alone.

"Please, excuse us," Kyoya mutters as he stands and brings you with him.

Kyoya strides out of the house with you in tow and out to his car where you both get in. You don't speak as Kyoya drives away from his house and the echoing voice of his father ringing in his head. When you get into town, Kyoya pulls into the parking lot of an old playground and turns off the engine. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"What do you think will happen?" you ask quietly.

"I don't know. If he didn't approve, he would have kicked you out immediately. But if he did, he would have been a lot nicer. Maybe they were watching us for a while and saw... My mom might have talked to him already. He'll probably just ignore me even more now."

"Kyoya, calm down," you say softly, putting a hand on his arm.
Truthfully, the only thing you want to do is freak out, but you know this is affecting Kyoya more. The final decision is ultimately his to make rather than yours or anyone else's.

"I'm not going to break up with you if he doesn't approve," he says, pushing on his glasses and turning to you. "I didn't know at first if I would or not, but I see now that we're great together, and he has to accept it over time if it does go that far."

"I don't want you to do anything that will ruin your future," you reply.

Kyoya brings a hand up to cup your cheek. "My future is already changing. I might as well make it work in my favor."

Kyoya leans over and kisses you with passion and conviction to express himself intimately. You're not sure if you're ready to say you love him, but whatever this blooming is in your chest when your lips touch his is what you would imagine it to feel like.