Too Much For Mr. Ootori?

I Love You

        I woke up in a hospital bed, the memories of what had happened slowly trickling into my mind. I blinked to clear my vision, then wiping my eyes, only to find my arm in a sling, and the other preoccupied. My eyes focused to see Kyoya asleep on the side of my bed, holding my hand. He looked so beautiful. I stroked his silky black hair softly. I'm such an idiot.. falling down marble steps? Almost dying? I must look like a pathetic fragile idiot...
I let my burdened mind fly away to thoughts of him. His crooked glasses, his squished cheek resting on the bed. I chuckled, carefully removing his glasses so he wouldn't accidentally break them in his sleep. He jolted up, his eyes had dark circles, evident of his poor sleep... but to be so dark... it couldn't have just been one night?
        "Kyoya... are you alright?" Worry settled in my heart. He looked at me in shock and disbelief.
"You, you're the one in the hospital bed.. why are you worried about me?" He could hardly believe his ears.
"You look like you haven't slept well in days. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?! Why are you asking me!?" Tears welled up in his tired eyes. "It's my fault.. why do you care about me?" His guilt had grown and festered during my time in a coma.
"Kyoya..." I pulled him closer with my good hand. It was like a spell I'd cast upon myself. My hand travels up his arm to his cheek, peering into his dark eyes. I held him close. It was a warmth I'd been craving, the gentleness I felt from his touch. I wrapped my arms around him, the sling simply falling to my side. This I took immediate notice of. I pulled away shortly.
"Kyoya..? I'm sure my arm was broken after I fell... but it doesn't even hurt. How long have I been gone?" Worry laced my words and eyes. He held my hands lightly, avoiding my eyes.
"Two months, and eight days." His words felt like someone dropped a stone in my heart.
"Two months?" I could hardly believe it... "So, I missed exams? Haha.." I tried to lighten the mood with humor. Kyoya's eyes finally met mine.
"I'm sorry." His grip on my hands tightened. "I'm so sorry!" His emotions took over as he scooped me into a firm embrace. He sat atop the bed, cradling me like a child.
"Why are you sorry? I fell down the stairs... I — "
He suddenly pulled away enough to look into my eyes.
"What I did that night.... the things that I said.. I was wrong.. I was so wrong and I'm so sorry!" He held me tighter, afraid to let go and face me again. Tears stung my eyes as I remembered the pain of his words, and the resolution I had.
"Kyoya, I do not hate you. Nor do I blame you for what you said... it was probably the first time someone ever said something like that to you. We grew up in different worlds. Even if you don't love me in return, I'll be fine.. I forgive you." I tried my best to hold in my tears and smile.
"No...." Kyoya released me and held my face with his slender hands. "Y/n, I.. I love you..." He rested his forehead against my own, tears fell freely from my eyes. "I love your touch, your eyes, your hair, your face, you laughter, your kindess, your endless curiosity and compassion.. I love your smile, your everything.. I just.. I love you.. I couldn't imagine losing you." He was finally honest with himself. He finally felt free.
"I love you, Kyoya.. more than any beautifully written words could explain.. I love you." I rubbed his nose with my own affectionately, then turned my head to capture his lips in a soft, tear stained kiss.