This is a request by lillian9017

Kyoya x reader. The reader has a past with Kyoya and they have been apart for a really long time and when they meet again they remember what they did when they were younger

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Your Pov

Whimpering softly, I look down at my grazed knee, blood beginning to seep out from the gash. Small stones digging into the skin around it adding more pain as well as some white marks around the red parts from where I skidded across the floor when I fell over. My eyes begin to water again as the stinging gets worse as I sit there gawking at my knee.

"Are you okay?" Someone asks making me turn to the boy, he had neat black hair, glasses and kind brown eyes full of concern as he sits next to me, "Did you fall over?"

Sniffling, I nod, whimpering softly as he looks at the gash, his fingers softly prodding at the skin around it chasing small yelps out of my throat. Looking back up at my face, he smiles softly, holding a soft, satin handkerchief up to my nose, letting me blow into it. He smiles wiping the rest of the snot off my nose before using an unused corner to wipe my tears away.

Afterwards, he kisses my forehead, pulling a blush up my face as he giggles. Sniffling, I smile back softly, watching as he pulls out a band aid from his pocket and applying it to my knee. Wincing as he presses down onto my graze, I look up at him, watching him as he focuses on making sure that my gash was covered up completely. Once finished, Kyoya presses a soft kiss to the plaster, making me blush a little bit more, before kissing my cheek.

"There you go," he says, holding a hand out for me to take, "Want to play?"

Softly, I nod, taking his hand as he pulls me up to my feet making me wince as pressure shoots through my knee. The boy holds my hand, steadying me, before slowly leading me to the swings, helping me sit down on one of them before he sits on the one beside me, still smiling sweetly in my direction. I smile back, beginning to swing with him as he begins to speak.

"I'm Kyoya," he says smiling, "What's your name?"
"(Y/n)," I reply blushing softly
"You don't talk much do you," he observes making me nod softly, "Are you shy?" He receives another nod, "You don't have to be shy around me, I'm your friend,"
"R - Really?" I ask looking at him hopefully
"Sure, you're a really pretty girl," he says giggling

Nodding, I giggle back holding his hand as we swing with each other. We begin to talk about our life at home, later finding out that his parents are super rich and own a major health care and they have their own police force and he's going to go to this academy when he's older called Ouran Academy and that he hopes to impress his father by surpassing his older brothers to show his father that he can be the best. He found out that my mother was a model for Vogue and that my father was a fashion designer, owner of the brand Giovila, and that my dream was to become an actress or something along the lines of that.

As we finish our conversation, a woman with black hair walks over to us, smiling kindly at me (she must be Kyoya's mom) with my mom walking in behind her, her eyes instantly lock onto the band aid, my mind completely forgetting about it, before holding me close as I hug her back smiling.

"What happened?" She asks kissing my forehead
"I fell over," I reply, "but Kyoya helped me,"
"I see you've made a friend, Kyoya," His mom says ruffling his hair up, making him swat at her
"Can Kyoya come round, mom?" I ask hopefully giving her the puppy eyes
"Maybe," she says smiling

"Yay!"...

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Sighing softly, I begin to tape up the final box, looking out the window to drink in the view of our front garden for the last time, the robins pecking at the bird feeder, the cherry blossoms swaying in the sweet, summer breeze. My heart sank when I saw my parents piling boxes into the private jet, ready for us to move houses.

We had to move house because there was a fashion show in Italy, for the anniversary of Vogue, and most of mom's photo shoots will be in Italy, Spain or the surrounding countries. Not only that but dad also wants some inspiration for some of his new works and having 'new scenery' would 'spice things up' in his fashion collection (personally, I don't think it matters where you are, you're still going to think the same).

"(Y/n)?"

Turning, I see Kyoya, in his smart clothes, standing in the doorway. Looking around my, now bare, room, save for an old poster of a band that I love and my teddy bear sitting in the corner leaning against my rucksack ready for when we leave. I sigh softly, looking up at the boy as he walks over to me.

"Are you leaving?" He asks, "Please don't go,"
"I have to Kyoya," I say sighing softly, "Mom and dad have work in Italy... I can't stay here,"
"I'll miss you," he says cupping my cheek in his soft hands
"I'll miss you too, Kyoya," I say smiling softly, holding his hand that was holding my cheek

With a smile, Kyoya presses a kiss to my cheek, a small blush creeping up my cheeks as he pulls away, just like he did when we were younger. Small tears fall down my red cheeks, looking up at Kyoya, as I realise that I may never see him again. Kyoya, being a big softie, pulls me into a tight hug, his arms around my mid section and he presses soft kisses into my hair as I so into his shoulder. I didn't want to leave him... I loved him more than a friend would love another friend...

"I don't wanna go!" I cry into his shoulder, clenching his top in my fists, "I love you Kyoya..."
"I love you too, (Y/n)," he says smiling softly before holding my face in his hands, I sniffle softly, looking into his soft brown eyes before gasping as he presses a kiss to my lips, a small smirk tugged at his lips, "I'll wait for you to come back,"
"Really?" I ask hopefully
"Of course," he says smiling

With a giggle, I hug him tightly, thanking him over and over again as he hugs back with a smile.

"I'll wait for you, I promise"...

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Moving into a new school was always my greatest fear... next to clown, needles and spiders of course. I always used to think that everyone, as soon as they see the new kid, they'd either pick on them or they'd judge them instantly thinking about what status they'll be further on in the year. Not only that, I always thought that teachers would give you more work, so you could catch up, but then fall behind again when you have no idea what they're on about. The worst idea though, when you move into a new school, is trying to find some new friends.

That's the first thing that comes to mind whenever you join a school : Will I be able to make friends? Knowing me, I'm very quiet, so making friends will be quite difficult for me... Thinking back to when I was younger, Kyoya was really my only friend and he made the first move, like the caring soul he was...

Smiling at the thought of Kyoya, I get some odd stares from girls as I walk past them in the hallway. Shaking my head, I head sigh softly, stopping in my tracks as I realise I'm lost. The girls around me seemed very - how do I put it? - judgemental, so I refrained from asking them. Looking up at the signs, I read one saying : Music Room #3. Maybe there was someone on there...

Sighing softly, overcoming my shy demeanour, I knock on the door softly before opening the door. My eyes widen as I meet seven boys, one of them sitting down, the others standing up. They all look at me, warm smiles on their faces. It seemed very themed, what they were wearing, because the whole room looked like an Arabian scene, the boys dressed in Arabian outfits.

"My, my," The blonde one says, taking my chin in his hands, "What brings the new girl to our host club?"
"U - um... I'm lost," I say
"In my eyes?" He asks with a devious smile, "I have that with the ladies, don't I Haruhi?"
"No," Haruhi says bluntly, causing the blonde boy to make a sound like he'd just been shot in the heart
"Mommy!" He whines running to a black haired boy, hugging his middle section

Arching a brow at this 'host club', my eyes meet with the black haired boy the blondie was clinging onto, those familiar brown eyes that belonged to Kyoya... my best friend Kyoya. His eyes widen, pushing Tamaki away, before walking over to me.

"(Y/n)?" He says bewildered, "Is that really you?"
"Kyoya!" I squeal giggling as he picks me up twirling me around, "It's really you!"

Giggling, I look at the boys who stare at us, eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" I ask confused
"Kyoya - chan's smiling!" The cute little boy says hugging his pink stuffed bunny

"You don't smile?"...

"Well, only around you I smile"...