Why You Gotta Be So Mean?

Mean-while

Meanwhile with Kyoya:
(Sorry, not-sorry, for that pun)

Kyoya was walking down the hall after locking his bully victim in that locker. He turned the corner at the end of the scene of the crime. Leaning against the wall of the new corridor, he couldn't believe what he had just "learned".

        The [h/c] girl who always seemed to know what the guests were looking for in a guy at the Host Club... was actually a lesbian? This made something in Kyoya's chest fall, but he didn't know what, or why. He was filled with denial; he didn't want to believe it—he wouldn't believe it.

        When he questioned the reason he wouldn't believe it, he figured that it must be because it would be like admitting that he was wrong. He didn't want to think that he hadn't noticed it before. If he denied it, he wouldn't have to ask himself how he didn't see it in her before.

        Yes, that must be it. He concluded. That would mean being wrong, that is why it can't be true.

        Besides, he thought, if it were true, how would she know what girls want in boys? Then, a thought came upon him—what if it wasn't that she knew what they were looking for, but that she just knows how to make a girl happy? If she was into girls, then that would be something she would know. That would explain how she could work with the club and not even be fazed. It would also explain why she didn't blush when Tamaki flirted with her when they first met him.

        Upon giving in to the slight doubt in his mind, Kyoya's mind became filled with sadness, anger, and defeat—not just his mind, but his heart as well. What didn't cross his mind at all was hate—pretty unusual for the average bully. Yes, he knew he was angry, but not at [y/n]; it was a regretful anger. One that Kyoya couldn't understand.

Unless...

Could I...?

No, I couldn't.

        He denied his thoughts thoroughly.

        I couldn't possibly... like her... could I?

        He didn't think it possible. Not with those gorgeous [h/c] locks that swayed perfectly when she walked. Not with those dazzling [e/c] jewels that sparkled in her eyes. Not with that flawless [s/c] skin that made her look like a doll. There was no way. Especially not with that smile on those perfect lips which framed her face like the final finishing touch on a masterpiece painting done by the world's best-

        Oh, no...
        It appears that I do...
        I like [l/n] [y/n].

        After realizing that he fancied her, a thought came across Kyoya. He remembered all the cheerful expressions he had the pleasure of seeing on her over the years, making his heart suddenly leap as he stood in the hallway. Then, he also remembered how every single time he saw that expression, it instantly fell and turned into one of fear as soon as she caught sight of him. That made his heart sink like the Titanic did. It was all his fault that she never looked happy around him. And when she started wear those bulky—and super ugly—sweaters instead of the cute ones, that was his fault too. Worst of all, right now, she was locked in her own locker! (Also his doing, obviously)

        A new sense of resolve overtook him. He knew that even if she couldn't return his affections because of her sexual preference, he had to apologize.

        He began walking back towards her locker, thinking about how strange it was, what he was about to do. Apologize. Kyoya Ootori... apologizing. It would be the weirdest occurrence of the year.

        Since pushing her into the locker, he had been lost in thought for anywhere between five and ten minutes. Before he could actually turn the corner to her locker's hallway, the [l/n] was already being freed by the brothers Hitachiin.

        "Really?" He heard the twins' voices, making him freeze in his spot. "Pi. That's your combination?"

        Now knowing her lock's combination—and how suiting it was of her—Kyoya thought it would come in handy in the future.

        Kyoya also heard the voice of the girl he was just going to talk to. He heard her making up a typical excuse to protect him, saying that it must have been one of the twins' jealous fangirls. After that, she left in a rush.

        He thought about what she said until the twins left. Although he was most certainly no fangirl, he finally realized that it was, in fact, jealousy that drove him to pushing her into the locker. She was right in that sense.

        Making sure the coast was clear, he walked toward her locker, and spotted something peculiar. [y/n] had left her cell phone.

        Quite odd of her not to pick it up...

        When he crouched down and grabbed the phone, an idea came to him like a pigeon delivering a message with a memory. He thought about how one of the few perks of bullying her was that he has all of her attention.

        And imagine how much attention I would get from her if I kept her cell phone...

        He figured that if his feeling weren't going to be reciprocated, he would have to get her attention another way.

        His conscience deep down told him that he shouldn't bully her anymore but at this point, after bullying her for so long, it would be far too awkward to just say sorry and try to put it behind him. She probably wouldn't even believe him if he did tell her how he felt, anyway.

        I cannot let her know how I feel. He decided.

        And so, he held onto the phone, determined to make it seem as though nothing was out of the ordinary with his behaviour despite having realized his emotions.

Little did he know how wrong he was with his conclusion about her...