Champagne Problems

"I can look at you and not see a reserved boy. Or someone labeled cool. I can look at you and not see your wealth or money or status, I can see you-"

Kyoya swallowed. He couldn't let this happen. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to cross the line. But Tamaki was touching him, speaking to him. And he didn't know what to do.

"And not see a third son, or a boy trying to make a name for himself," Tamaki's eyes were looking directly into his. "I can look at you and not see a health resort chain or an insanely equipped army..."

"Tamaki." Now he sounded as if he was begging. He didn't know what for. But he felt all too big and all too small at the same time. The room was closing in.

"I look at you, mon seul amour, and I don't see an Ootori." Tamaki leaned closer, their tangle of fingers and hands separating them. "I only see my Kyoya."

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the one where kyoya is helplessly in love and he hates it, but he doesn't know how to stop now that he's started