The Rebellious Host [Ouran X Transgender! Reader]

The Cool Type: Kyoya Ending

The lighting in the Cafe was dull, and the scent of fresh coffee beans and espresso filled the air. In the corner of this dainty and posh Cafe sat two young men in a booth all to them selves.

There was no doubt that these men were polar opposites.

Black coffee, turtle necks and dark chocolate truffles are a few things that could be associated with a man like Kyoya Ootori.

Conversely, iced caramel macchiatos, ripped denim jackets and tiramisus are all things that could be associated with Y/N L/N.

While they both held their own differences, they shared a one thing in common.

Silence.

Most people fear silence, and to compensate will talk just to hear themselves talk.

But Y/N and Kyoya weren't like that.

To have a true bond with someone, you have to be able to share a comfortable silence with them.

No talking, no noise.

Just listening to pure, beautiful silence.

Kyoya gazed through hooded lids at his companion, the cool ceramic cup lightly touched his lips as he sipped his bitter beverage.

Y/N had his hands in his hair as he stared angrily at his laptop, the 15 page paper he was supposed to write wasn't coming together at all like he planned. It wasn't too difficult of a topic, Y/N really loved learning about Freudian Psychoanalysis methods. The difficulty was just putting it all together, citing everything properly in APA format and scraping by to fill 15 pages minimum.

So it was no surprise that when Kyoya offered to help, Y/N was beyond elated. He didn't however, think that his idea of helping would just be Kyoya staring at him as he worked on the paper.

Y/N looked up from the laptop and stared at Kyoya with disdain. "I'm almost done!" He said, feigning a smile. Y/N was never the best liar, so Kyoya thought it best to call him on his bluff.

"Oh yeah?" Kyoya asked softly with a hint of suspicion. "What page are you on?" He inquired but was met with a sheepish shrug.

"Five.." The (h/c) haired boy muttered back before he sipped his iced coffee.

Kyoya let out a repressed sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose where his glasses would rest. "And when is this due?" He was starting to sound like his mother. Kyoya grimaced at the thought.

"I've got two more weeks to get this done." He said, slightly panicked. "The topic isn't hard, it's just trying to fill up the pages." He confessed.

"How many sources do you have?" Kyoya asked again while tapping the rim of his cup. Y/N's eyes flicked to the cup as he spoke.

"I have eight sources to use on this paper." He grumbled out before he rested his head into his arms.

"My advice is to find more sources. The more you cite and paraphrase, the faster your paper will go by." Y/N perked up after hear that.

"That...makes sense!" He exclaimed and immediately got to work.

Kyoya didn't mind that Y/N was working on his paper, he enjoyed the company and comfortable silence they shared. When Y/N closed his laptop Kyoya could finally get a better look at the man he had fallen for.
His coal like eyes wavered as he examined the younger male.

Y/N could feel his stare and smiled back at him. "Thanks for the advice! I'm actually at a decent spot." He spoke with a huge sense of relief.

"I'm glad I could be of use." He mused with his chin resting on the back of his hand. "Im useful for other purposes too, yknow." He stated coyly with a sultry smirk.

"Like what?" Y/N asked his upperclassmen with half lidded eyes and a smirk to match his. The black haired male leaned in closer and beckoned Y/N to follow.

With very little effort their lips met, passionate yet chaste. Kyoya pulled away with a glimer in his eye. "Like that, only if you agree to be mine."

Y/N greedily dove back for another sweet kiss.

"Happily." He said, voice filled to the brim with pure joy.

(Be sure to check out chapter 16 for the finale!)