SÄDÏSTÏC TŸPË [ OHSHC x MALE! READER! ] (OHSHC Fanfic)

68| Haunting Past

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⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️
This chapter contains themes of trauma, emotional distress, and imagery involving blood. Reader discretion is advised!

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| (M/N)'s POV

After Kyoya finally revealed that he had already booked the last room, a wave of disappointment washed over the other club members, mostly the twins. Their faces fell, and the triumphant glimmer in their eyes faded as they realized they had been outmaneuvered.

"That's not fair! We had the prize in the bag!" both Hikaru and Kaoru exclaimed in unison, their pouts mirroring each other perfectly. They crossed their arms, frustration etched on their faces.

Kyoya sipped his tea calmly, before laying it down and gave a smirk.

"Perhaps if you had booked in advance, you wouldn't be in this predicament," he quipped, his tone laced with amusement. His confidence was infuriating.

The twins exchanged a glare, their usual banter momentarily forgotten. I could see the gears turning in their heads, plotting their next move. Their competitive spirits ignited, and I knew this wasn't over yet.

"Beautiful Aunt Susuzu, shouldn't we get a room since we did so well?" they chimed, their voices dripping with charm as they turned to her, batting their eyelashes like a pair of mischievous angels. But I could see the glint of resolve in Aunt Susuzu's eyes; she was not easily swayed by their antics.

"No, no, my dear boys," she replied with a soft but firm smile. "You should have thought ahead. This is a lesson in planning." The twins exchanged resigned looks, as they pouted.

"So mean... you should have told us about the room already booked by Kyoya-senpai, (M/N)-senpai.." Hikaru complained, his pout deepening as he crossed his arms like a frustrated child.

"He told me to keep quiet..." I mumbled, looking away, guilt gnawing at me as I recalled Kyoya's insistence. But beneath that guilt simmered a growing annoyance. They were acting like spoiled brats, wasting time and money when they each had their own villas nearby.

"Still..." Kaoru chimed in, his voice laced with disappointment as he shot me a look that made my irritation bubble over.

"Hey, why are you guys even trying to make me look like the bad guy, huh? I'm just doing my job!" I snapped, my irritation bubbling over. "You're all just spoiled little brats with villas around the area that you don't even need to pay for!"

I could see Haruhi trying to calm me down, her as she sweat dropped. Meanwhile, the twins and the rest of the host club shifted uncomfortably, sweat beads forming on their brows as if their mothers were scolding them.

"Sorry, sorry..." the twins stammered, their voices overlapping as they instinctively hid behind Tamaki, seeking refuge from my irritation.

Tamaki, ever the dramatic figure, raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Now, now! Let's not get too heated! We're all friends here!" His attempt to diffuse the situation only made me roll my eyes.

I could feel my frustration simmering, but I also noticed the way the twins peeked out from behind Tamaki, a mix of mischief and guilt in their eyes. They were playful, but sometimes their antics drove me up the wall.

After the hosts had dinner here at the pension, they each head out amd got on their fancy smanshy limosines, saying they'll be back tomorrow. I expected them to protest a bit more, but since Kyoya was the one who booked the room no one really had the guts to challenge him, he his the club's scary finance manager after all.