Kyoya Ootori x Reader: Realize

((A/N: This takes place after the Anime and manga. Kyouya and reader are finishing their last semester of high school and moving on to college.))

Kyoya sat on the couch in the living room of his home, waiting for (y/n) to come back from the kitchen. He had invited her over to watch a movie. As nice as it was to be around his friends, he wanted it to be just (y/n).

From the first day she moved to Japan and began attending Ouran Academy, Kyoya had an interest in her. She wasn't like the other girls, acting more like Haruhi. Her upbringing was fairly similar, as well. Since she lived in America for most of her life, (y/n) knew what it was like to work and get by from paycheck to paycheck, even though her father was a well known doctor. Kyoya found himself admiring the Japanese-American for her dedication and value of hard work. She was very independent, liking to do things herself. (y/n) also knew when to be patient and kind to others. 

This combination of qualities appealed to Kyoya. He knew a woman with such traits would be a huge asset to the family company. He also knew his father shared similar views, having made observations of his own and telling his youngest son. Kyoya wondered if he had talked to (y/n)'s father about a betrothal. He had yet to be informed of it, but doubted that it hadn't been brought up. Kyoya was so deep in thought he failed to notice (y/n) as she returned to the living room.

"I got the popcorn!" she said with a smile. Hearing her voice made Kyoya start. He turned so he could see her. "Aijima showed me where it was. It was very kind of him."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "He let you make it yourself?" He shifted a little so (y/n) could sit next to him on the couch.

"Yup." (y/n) claimed her spot and placed the medium sized bowl of popcorn between them. "Air popped popcorn is better than the prepackaged stuff. He made sure I didn't over butter it."

"I'll be the judge of that." Kyoya took a piece and placed it in his mouth. The corners twitched into a small smile. "It's perfect. Now we can start the movie."

"Which one did you pick?" (y/n) asked as she took a small handful of popcorn.

"The Wind Rises," Kyoya told her. He leaned forward, reaching for the DVD player remote. "I bought it a few days ago, but haven't had the time to watch it yet."

"Oooh. It's a good one." (y/n) ate a piece of popcorn. "You'll like it, Kyoya."

The young man fixed his dark brown, nearly obsidian eyes on the girl next to him. "You've seen it already?"

"Mm hm," (y/n) said with a nod. "But don't change it. I'd love to see it again."

Kyoya smirked faintly. "Alright then." He sat back into the couch and pushed play on the remote.

"The main character reminds me of you," (y/n) said, keeping her voice low as the movie started. "And you'll see why."

Kyoya chuckled at her comment. "Guess I'll have to pay extra attention."

(y/n) giggled as she ate a few more pieces of popcorn. "You don't have to. I'm just saying that he does."

Throughout the movie, Kyoya's mind wandered from the movie to the girl beside him. He recalled the day she first came to see the Host Club, and how odd she found it. She nearly left the room but was stopped by Tamaki, who welcomed her with his usual flair. (y/n) didn't actively participate in the club, yet she came daily. She mostly sat with Kyoya at the desk, talking about upcoming club activities and the budget. After a while she was welcomed into their friend circle, clicking well with everyone--especially Haruhi. He'd never admit it openly, but Kyoya was grateful she started coming to the club after school. His burden had been lightened, and the club funds had managed to stay within his preference. They had saved quite a bit of money, and the new ideas were refreshing. 

Kyoya lowered his eyes towards (y/n), watching her from their corners. She had drawn up her legs, tucking her feet underneath her as she nibbled at the popcorn he barely touched. He felt a familiar fluttering in his chest. The young man had fought it before. This time he welcomed it. Kyoya had yet to pin down the exact day he started to have feelings for (y/n). It didn't matter, though. The fact he had them at all was enough.

The desire to tell (y/n) how much he liked her and enjoyed her company was strong. It went against Kyoya's nature to keep quiet. He wanted her to realize it on her own. It was too simple to say just three little words. He knew early on that they were perfect for each other. Her personality complimented his and they worked well together. Their close friendship caused rumors to circulate around the academy. Even Tamaki believed them, immediately telling the others. When confronted about the rumor, (y/n) did her best to clarify that it wasn't true. On more than one occasion Kyoya had been close by and backed her words with his. He stood by her, putting an end to the idiotic lie. Kyoya neither confirmed nor denied that he was attracted to her in such a way. The truth stayed locked inside of him until the moment was right.

A sudden fear of losing (y/n) crashed over Kyoya. He would be leaving for America in a few months to for college. What would happen if (y/n) didn't pick up his hints in time? Would she date someone else? His heart sank with the depressing thoughts. There was no way he'd be able to find someone like her. He didn't think he'd even have such a relationship with anyone. If things didn't work between him and (y/n), a forced betrothal was imminent. Then he'd have to live with the regret of ceasing his stubbornness and telling (y/n) his feelings. In the blink of an eye, this moment and future ones like it would pass them by.

"Do you like it so far?" (y/n) whispered to him as they watched the movie.

Kyoya chuckled at her question. "I do," he answered just as softly. "The part with the earthquake was very fascinating."

"Wasn't it?" (y/n) agreed. "It was like the earth was alive."

She heard her friend chuckle. "You were right," Kyoya admitted to (y/n) as he adjusted his glasses. "Jiro and I are very similar."

(y/n) giggled softly. "Both of you are full of dedication and determination, never giving up on your dreams."

Hearing those words made Kyoya's heart flutter. "You really think so?" he asked as she looked down at her.

(y/n) fixed her beautiful (e/c) eyes on his. "I do." She smiled at him. "I know you'll gain your father's approval and inherit his company. In my opinion you are the only one capable of such a task."

The urge to lean down and kiss her right then was overwhelming. Kyoya fought it the best he could, giving her a genuine smile instead. "Then I won't stop trying."

(y/n)'s heart began to race when he smiled. It was so tender and full of love. This wasn't the first time she saw it either. She felt her face heat up in embarrassment and looked away, fixing her eyes to the coffee table. "Good," she said softly, praying he didn't see her blush.

Kyoya did see her blush and chuckled. It was what he had hoped to see. He shifted into a more comfortable position while subtly scooting closer to (y/n), "absently" draping an arm across the back of the couch. That was as far as he was going to go. If his hunch was correct(which it rarely wasn't), (y/n) would follow his lead. Just as he thought, she moved enough for him to feel her against his side. Kyoya then lowered his hand, resting it against the head of the couch. His fingertips lightly brushed her arm in the process. Kyoya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, masking his sigh of relief. He welcomed her warmth, letting it encompass him as they continued watching The Wind Rises.

During the scene when Jiro and Naoko are at the inn, Kyoya began dropping more hints to (y/n). As Jiro made the paper airplanes and tossed them to Naoko, he slowly ran his fingers up and down her bicep, like he was doing it "unconsciously". (y/n) glanced away from the TV to stare at his hand. The gesture created a tingling current, like an electric shock, to course through her body. It was then everything fell into place. She hadn't been imagining things. Kyoya had been subtly dropping hints for months! (y/n) shyly pressed herself closer to Kyoya's side, resting her head on his chest afterwards. The boy beside her fought back a triumphant smile.

"Are you done with the popcorn?" Kyoya asked.

"Mm hmm," (y/n) hummed with a nod.

Hating to jostle her, Kyoya leaned forward and placed the forgotten bowl on the coffee table. With that out of the way, he was able to loosely wrap his arms around her, resting one hand on her waist with the other on her bicep. (y/n) placed her head on his chest once more with a sigh of content, wrapping and arm around the front of his midsection. They barely moved for the remainder of the film. Only Kyoya's fingers moved as they started stroking her arm again.

"Kyoya," (y/n) mumbled after a five minute silence.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner."

"It's alright," Kyoya told her as he pressed his lips to her (h/c) hair. "I knew you'd figure it out."

"But you could have just said something," (y/n) reminded him.

Kyoya laughed. "I know, but where's the fun in that?" He rested his head against hers. "I wasn't sure how you truly felt."

(y/n) hid her face in the folds of Kyoya's shirt. "Well, it's pretty obvious now, isn't it?"

Kyoya laughed more boisterously at her muffled sarcasm. "Yes. Yes it is." He hugged (y/n) close. "Are you okay with a long distance relationship?" he asked her. "Since I'll be in America until I finish college."

(y/n) shrugged. "I guess I'll be okay. I kind of deserve it for making you wait so long."

"I won't have you thinking such thoughts," Kyoya declared. He turned his torso so he could lift (y/n)'s chin enough so he could look into her eyes. "We still have two months before we graduate. I want to spend as many days as possible with you." He gave her a warm smile. "And while I'm away, I'll call you when I can, or we could Skype, depending on the time of day. There are ways to make this work, (y/n)."

(y/n) mirrored his smile. "Okay."

Now was the right time to convey how he felt. Kyoya cupped (y/n)'s cheek and stroked the skin with his thumb. He closed the distance between (y/n)'s mouth and his, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, heartfelt kiss. (y/n) instantly kissed him back, her lips moving in perfect sync with his. After a few moments Kyoya pulled away.

"I love you, (y/n)," he whispered in her ear.

Finally hearing the words made (y/n) flush an adorable shade of pink. "I love you, too."


Kyoya didn't realize how trying it was to keep a long distance relationship. It was a bit maddening to be so far apart, even though he was just in California. He called (y/n) daily and skyped with her once a week. Seeing her face helped some, though it paled in comparison to actually being with her. Before leaving Japan Kyoya promised (y/n) he'd come back to Japan for Spring Break and Christmas, which he kept. From the moment he was able to hold (y/n) in his arms since leaving, Kyoya knew without a doubt she was the one. His heart belonged to her, and (y/n)'s belonged to him. Even though some of his visits were short, they cherished each one.

**Extended Ending**

(y/n) graduated college a good two years before Kyoya did. She earned her teaching degree and was promptly hired to teach eighth graders at Ouran Academy's middle school. In no time she found a good routine for both her and her students. (y/n) also became one of the favorites among the students. Everyone wanted her to be their home room teacher. Even parents of future students were requesting her! Hearing such news from his girlfriend made Kyoya smile. It meant her hard work was worth it and the academy would keep her as long as possible. Who knows, maybe in the future she'd move up to the high school! Only time would tell.