What's Your Favorite Idea? - TamaKyo

Creative Taste In Men

It was 4:30 am, Kyoya Ootori was staring blankly at his computer, momentarily forgetting about his own existence. His veins were filled with more coffee than blood and his consciousness was slowly drifting into an Nihilist void when his phone began to ring, jarring him out of his mild existential crisis.

In his surprise, he knocked his phone off the bed. He bent over the side of his bed and snatched it from the floor.

"QUELLE SORTE INFIRMIÈRE"

"And hello to you too, Tamaki."

Kyoya held the phone away from his face as Tamaki
screeched loudly.

"What happened this time, moron?"

Wailing loudly, Tamaki replied.

"TIME WILL END US ALL! CREATIVITY IS HELL! GOD IS DEAD!"

"So, I take it you didn't enjoy watching Don't Hug Me I'm Scared?"

Kyoya was greeted with shuddering sobs laced with French expletives.

"And I assume that now you, ironically are scared and in need of a hug?"

"WHY WOULD HE EAT HIS FRIEND?!"

"I'll be over in 20 minutes."

Kyoya sighed and hung up. I have shit taste in men, he thought grumpily, and rolled off the bed, falling onto the hardwood floor. 

He groaned as he slouched to the door, snatching his car keys off the dresser. He wasn't going to wake the chauffeur for this trivial fuckery. Out of the seven billion people on this planet, I had to get a unrequited crush on this dipshit.

🔲🔳🔲

Kyoya was greeted at the door by a tear-stained disheveled Tamaki. He had stopped crying for the time being, though that was obviously a temporary state, judging by his quivering lip.

"You do know I hate you, don't you?"

Tamaki grinned and grabbed Kyoya's hand, pulling him inside for a hug. Kyoya felt a rush of happiness, silently cursing at himself all the while.

A/N

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