Kyouya closed his eyes briefly, took in a deep breath. Focus. Don't make it personal. Don't let it be personal. Even though it's personal. It's extremely personal.
He opened his eyes, kept his gaze on the wall.]
He raised four respectful, intelligent, dedicated children. While I may not always like my father's methods, they work.
I learned.
I tried to play nice, Tamaki. He didn't listen. So, I used a more effective method.
[He wasn't his father.
But he was.
At least right now. At least in this moment. That was exactly what Tamaki thought of him. He was an Otori. Nothing else mattered.]
[Private]
[Raised voice. No. No.
Kyouya closed his eyes briefly, took in a deep breath. Focus. Don't make it personal. Don't let it be personal. Even though it's personal. It's extremely personal.
He opened his eyes, kept his gaze on the wall.]
He raised four respectful, intelligent, dedicated children. While I may not always like my father's methods, they work.
I learned.
I tried to play nice, Tamaki. He didn't listen. So, I used a more effective method.
[He wasn't his father.
But he was.
At least right now. At least in this moment. That was exactly what Tamaki thought of him. He was an Otori. Nothing else mattered.]