[At first, it was going to just be Honey. One sharp word, maybe two. Because he knows that look, and he has no patience for it.
But then he saw it. He saw Tamaki's mind working, waited for everything to process, to hear the acknowledgement of what he actually said. But... no. No, like usual, Tamaki was in his own world. Hearing, seeing, and thinking only what he wanted.
Kyouya stared at him. Gaze perfectly level. He knew how to pretend.
Pretend his back wasn't against the wall. Pretend this wasn't an accusation he'd always feared having to answer. Pretend he was something he wasn't. Pretend he wasn't something he was.
Thankfully, the act came as a second nature. What he presented. What he wanted everyone to see.
His shoulders drew back a bit, his head cocked slightly. Not Kyouya, not the Shadow King, not the vice-president. Just the third son of the Otori family.]
Your delusions [his voice was beyond calm; it was pure ice] get more and more ridiculous, Tamaki.
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But then he saw it. He saw Tamaki's mind working, waited for everything to process, to hear the acknowledgement of what he actually said. But... no. No, like usual, Tamaki was in his own world. Hearing, seeing, and thinking only what he wanted.
Kyouya stared at him. Gaze perfectly level. He knew how to pretend.
Pretend his back wasn't against the wall. Pretend this wasn't an accusation he'd always feared having to answer. Pretend he was something he wasn't. Pretend he wasn't something he was.
Thankfully, the act came as a second nature. What he presented. What he wanted everyone to see.
His shoulders drew back a bit, his head cocked slightly. Not Kyouya, not the Shadow King, not the vice-president. Just the third son of the Otori family.]
Your delusions [his voice was beyond calm; it was pure ice] get more and more ridiculous, Tamaki.
[Lash out. Hurt rather than be hurt.]