Kyoya X Reader Oneshots

Kyoya x Reader LoveHate, Part One?

Hey guys! This chapter is something I've fantasized about a lot where basically, (Y/n) is Haruhi's best friend and she considers her a sister. She lives right next door to Haruhi and she hates Kyoya with a passion, but something changes about their relationship. ^.^
Part one, if people like it enough, I'll write part two.

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The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and it was a beautiful day... outside. Inside was complete hell.

But that was kinda the usual around here.

"Guys, I'm drowning in a sea of threads over here. Did you have to bring so many?" I muffled through a mountain of clothes at the well-meaning but still very much annoying terrible two.

See, I can't help but blame myself. I mentioned how I dropped off a bag of old clothes to Haruhi's place. Y'know, classic exchange of things I don't wear anymore so nothing goes to waste. Normal right? I somehow forgot that nothing is normal in this goddamn school.

I still don't understand how they even transported them here so fast, but the twins got so excited at the thought of giving my dear Haruhi and I old prototypes of their moms designs and now I very well may die in a fashion pile.

Before I have a chance to exert another thought,
"Oh my beautiful daughter, try this one on next for daddy!" rings in my ears.

God, I've heard him call himself that a thousand times and it still makes me giggle. Anyway, I used my super survival strength to pry myself out of the cloth like an eruption emerging from a volcano.

My ass is planted on the heap as the twins deadpan in my direction. "Oh, that's where you've been. Now go help Haruhi change, she's taking forever. She can't possibly be used to trying on new clothes, she's been wearing old used rags all her life." They're so good at being dicks in unison it almost brings a tear to my eye, a feat of nature indeed.

Sometimes I can't help but be a little jealous about how much attention they give Haruhi versus me. All it takes usually is a three way hug with them nuzzling into her like a dog to remind me I'm better off this way.

I turn to the side and start shuffling my way down like a mountain goat. A few steps down and something catches my foot. It's too late for me though, I'm already in motion.

Before I can catch myself I'm face planted on the ground. Cheek embedded in the tile so aggressively I can almost taste the cleaner they use for the floor.

A trademarked sigh travels from Kyoya's lips to my ears and the irritation brews in my stomach. I muster what little dignity I have to lift my head and shoot him a glare.

Woah.

He's a lot closer than I thought.

I do a weird kind of floppy maneuver attempting to get on my feet. After a little more struggling than I am willing to disclose, I wind up on my knees in front of the man.

Now, a less mature person would make some kind of innuendo here... and well, that's me I guess.

He doesn't like me and I don't like him, yet his upbringing instinctually forces his hand to my aid, though clearly begrudgingly. If I had thought about it for a second I would have been sassy and stood up on my own, but I just took his hand without thinking about it. This may very well be the first and only time I've ever actually touched the guy.
Huh, kinda soft hands.

"Oh don't act like my falling was such an inconvenience to you, dude" I spat.

"Perhaps not, but the universe always seems to place you perfectly in my way." Asshole.