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Kyoya x Bullied!Reader

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Keeping myself as small as possible, I hold my books to my chest as tightly as my arms and body will allow. My eyes cast to the floor to avoid everyone's eye contact and to avoid making any more enemies than I already have. My elbows tucked to my sides to avoid bumping into anyone and to avoid allowing anyone the satisfaction of doing it on purpose. I couldn't give anyone else more ammunition than they needed to make me feel less of a human being.

I just needed today to just go away and go as quickly as possible. That's all I ask for.

The quicker I get home. The quicker my nightmare can end....

Sniffling to myself, I politely wait for the student in front of my locker to move out of the way before quickly putting the code into the lock. My head angled down to try and shield my face with my hair to avoid anyone from trying to start a conversation. A small sigh leaving my lips as I load my books into the locker and grab my bento box from the top shelf. My stomach greedily yelling for food as I slam my locker shut and punch the code in.

Once finished and adjusting myself so my lunch was tightly held to my chest instead of out in the open for anyone to take and dump over me, I begin my way down the corridor. A small sigh leaving my lips as I weave in and out of students, trying to avoid anything interactive. My heart in my throat as I squeeze through crowds of people.

This felt like a mission. My palms were undeniably sweating uncomfortably while my forehead creased with worry. My ribs felt like they were going to be cracked open with how hard my heart is going. My lungs almost felt empty as my breathing began to become shallow. I just needed to get to the music room. That's it.

So why was it taking so long?!

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes to try and psyche myself up, I push through the crowd of people. Muttering soft apologies whenever I accidentally bump into someone harder than I needed too before scarpering off fo avoid giving them the airtime to harass me and call me names.

A big wave of relief crashes into me like a warm hug as I finally get to Music Room #3. My lips slowly contorting into a little smile and I push the doors open slowly, edging my way into the small crack I make before letting the door shut silently behind me. The men of the host club turn to look at me and send me a smile and a wave making me feel comfortable. Knowing that I'm at least in a place where I wasn't going to get bullied or penalised for being myself. A feeling of security keeping me grounded as I settle with a smile on my lips and walk through the room toward my boyfriend who's going over things on his clipboard.

Giggling to myself, I jump onto him from behind and wrap my arms around him making him jolt slightly before relaxing into my grip with a curt chuckle. The male then turns in my grasp to look at me and presses a soft kiss to my forehead making me blush gently and hide my face in his perfect chest.

Kyoya Ootori. The definition of perfect in almost everyone's opinion. The silent, stoic and intimidating host of the host club yet rumoured to be sweet, kind and romantic. Possessing gorgeous midnight black hair and piercing brown eyes that could make anyone drop to their knees. One of, if not the most, attractive male of the school.

And somehow I managed to bag him.

With my... rapport with the school, it seemed almost impossible for someone like me to date someone as high ranking and as popular as Kyoya. It was almost unheard of in most cases too...

Unfortunately, due to my background and amongst other things that I don't really understand or get, I'm bullied constantly. Whether it's name calling, getting pushed into a locker, having my lunch dumped over me, tripping me over, pulling my chair out from under me or just refusing to include me in group work. It just happened again and again and again and again. It diminished and crumbled any confidence I had left...

Until Kyoya stepped into my life and made me realise that maybe it's not me that has the problem...

Slowly, I pull away from my boyfriend and send him a soft smile, the male clearing his throat as he forces a smile back making the hairs on my neck stand on end with worry. Is he okay? What's going on? Is he upset? Have I done something wrong?...

"Kyoya... Whats wrong?" I ask softly, running my nails over my nails on my other hand biting my lip nervously as he sends me a small smile and kisses my forehead gently before clearing his throat, "Are you okay?"

"Sweetie, could you get off me please? My next clients are about to arrive in five minutes and I don't think they'd appreciate you hanging off me like a child," Kyoya hums, prying my hands off him making me gulp gently and nod nervously as I pull away, "Thank you, now I'll see you when we get home..."

"But I thought we were gonna spend lunch together..." I hum softly, looking down at my feet as I hear him curse under his breath and rub his temple, "I — I made extra so we could share... I thought —"

"Is she bothering you Kyoya - kun?" A voice asks cutting me off, my eyes widening slightly as I keep my eyes focused on the floor, a hand wrapping around my arm making my breath hitch nervously, "Why are you bothering him? Hm? It's our time slot, not yours,"

"R — right..." I squeak out, clearing my throat nervously as I look away and bite my lip anxiously, squeezing my eyes shut as she digs her nails into my arm, "I — I'll just go..."

"That's it, run away like a little coward," the girl hums rolling her eyes as her friend yanks my lunch out of my hands making me squeak and reach for it but the girl pushes me back making me bump into the other girl holding my arm, "You're so disgusting, why would Kyoya ever want to hang with someone like you?"

"You don't need to eat your lunch anyway, you could do with a few days without food," The girl hums and smirks to herself as she opens my box and dumps the contents over me making me gasp and stare at my soiled dress, sauce seeping into my hair making me sniffle, "Oh look! It's an improvement!"

Why wasn't Kyoya saying anything? Why wasn't he stopping them at least?! He was just sitting there like nothing was happening. Like I wasn't just attacked. Like I was nothing to him. Instead, the male bites back a small chuckle and gives the two bullies a smile. What kind of boyfriend does that?...

"Why don't you leave, (Y/n)?" Kyoya hums softly, arching a brow a I glare toward him with tears in my eyes, "You're making a mess on the carpet,"

Biting back a sob, I look down at the floor and shake my head as I dart out of the music room. Haruhi calls out my name but it falls on deaf ears as I rush through the hallway to get as far away as possible. Laughter filling the corridors as eyes upon eyes fall on my state. Some people even stooping as low to take pictures of it. My whole heart breaking as I rush outside, in the pouring rain, I dart across the field to sit under a tree. Not caring about my dress due to its already ruined state.

Instead, I sit there bawling my eyes out. Sob after sob leaving my lips as I look up at the clouds with a whimper. My hands shaking as I lay them in my lap; digging my nails into my fingers. Tears rolling down my cheeks.

Wet footsteps fill the air catching attention, a small sob leaving me as I see Haruhi walk toward me with an umbrella in her hands and a plastic bag with, what I'm assuming is, her own dress. The girl sending me a small reassuring smile as I wipe my eyes.

"I would ask if you're okay... but I know the answer to that..." Haruhi says softly, extending a hand toward me making me sniffle as I take it slowly and allow her to pull me up, "Let's get you inside and dried up before we get you changed... Tamaki's already laying into Kyoya..."

"T — thank you... s — so much..." I sob, sniffling as Haruhi gently leads me through, now, empty halls. Class possibly in session as she leads me to the girls locker room and turns on the shower, "I — I can't believe h — he didn't say anything... he just... let them..."

"He shouldn't have done that," Haruhi hums, checking the temperature of the water and nodding toward me to get in, the girl taking my soiled outfit and placing it in the empty plastic bag, the girl waiting outside my stool as I wash sauce out of my hair, "He knows better... I'm surprised he even let that happen... he's usually so protective..."

"It's probably those girls..." I hum sniffling, grabbing a rag to wash my face with and sighing gently to myself as I turn the shower off and grab the towel Haruhi offers, "They're probably 'valuable customers'..."

"Well... Tamaki is talking to him about it so it should be sorted," Haruhi explains sending me a reassuring smile as I look up at her, my wet hair sticking to my face, "Don't worry okay? Kyoya loves the hell out of you... I'm sure there's an explanation but for now, let's focus on you and getting you back to being presentable and not covered in food,"

"Thank you Haruhi... I really appreciate it," I tell her gently, sending her a weak smile as she grabs a hairbrush from my bag and begins to brush my hair for me, "I'm glad at least someone has my back..."

"The whole host club has your back, don't worry," Haruhi says with a smile, kissing my forehead gently as she finishes stroking the knots out of my hair before humming, "Come on, lets go get some food from the cafeteria so you can eat, I'll pay,"

"You don't have to do that..." I hum gently, wiping my eyes as I push myself to my feet and take a deep breath. Haruhi leading me out of the locker room with a small smile, "I'll pay for myself, you have your own things to worry about,"

Wrapping her arm around my shoulders, Haruhi leads me through the hallway toward the cafeteria. A sense of relief washing over me as everywhere is empty. Everyone already at their classes. A smile plays on my lips as I head toward one of the stalls and pay for some food with my own money and sit down at one of the tables with Haruhi. The girl smiling gently as I eat up and hums.

"What are you gonna do tonight?" Haruhi asks gently, rubbing my arm as I sigh gently and lean my head on my hand with a small hum, "You can always come stay the night with me, (Y/n),"

"I'm gonna talk to him... see what's up," I tell her sending her a weak smile as she takes a deep breath and nods gently, "I mean... there's got to be a reason why he did that..."

"You let me know if it goes south okay?" Haruhi says, sending me a reassuring smile making me giggle weakly and nods, "If he does anything, I'll sort him out, Kyoya doesn't scare me,"

Giggling gently, I finish my lunch and send Haruhi a soft smile. The two of us finding comfort in each other's companies as we forget about Kyoya and forget about the other girls and just talk about anything and everything. Haruhi keeping me happy and trying to prevent me from worrying about Kyoya and those girls...

I just hoped that it wasn't anything too drastic... Kyoya made me so happy...

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Taking a deep breath, I walk through the halls of my boyfriends mansion, sending a smile toward the maids who scurry past me as I make my way toward my shared bedroom with my boyfriend. A sigh leaving my lips as I slip off my bag and hang it on the hook, my eyes watering slightly as I walk toward the wardrobe and pull out some of my comfy clothes, slipping into some loose bagging pants and a hoodie before crawling into the bed and slumping against the headboard with my workbook in my lap and my revision guide beside me.

My mind spinning a thousand miles per minute as I begin my homework, spending more time than I needed to on the title as I hum to myself. Using my highlighters and fountain pen to make the title for my notes on organic chemistry. Trying to get this done as soon as possible so I didn't have to worry about it. Also, I was using this to avoid thinking about how heartbroken my lunch was. My eyes raking over the revision guide. Trying to think about alkanes and alkenes instead of how my life was just crapped all over.

As I get to writing out the subheadings of the notes, the bedroom door opens catching my attention. Kyoya strolls in and shuts the door behind him with a hum before sending me a small smile, the male setting his bag down on the chair at his desk and setting his books down on the table with a short breath. The male running his fingers through his hair as he takes his jacket off and opens his wardrobe to get changed.

Taking a deep breath, trying to build up the confidence to actually confront my boyfriend, I set my own down on my bedside table and clear my throat as I look toward him. The male arches a brow as he takes his shirt off and smirks playfully toward me making me sigh and look down at my lap.

"What's wrong?" He asks grabbing one of his night shirts and slipping it onto his person, the male doing up the buttons as he looks toward me, "Everything okay?"

"Are you serious, right now?" I ask looking up at him with wide eyes, incredulously shaking my head as I slam my books down on my bedside table making him jump slightly before narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, "You literally saw what happened and you're asking me what's wrong?!"

"The girls were just marking their territory, it was nothing," Kyoya says rolling his eyes as he kicks his dress pants off his legs and shimmies into his night pants making me glare toward him, "Why do you think everything people say to you is bullying?"

"Kyoya! They poured my lunch over my head and drenched me in food!" I shriek toward him pushing myself to my feet and looking toward him with a sigh, "How is that okay?! That is bullying Kyoya! You know it's bullying! What are you? So self centred that you don't even realise your own girlfriend is being bullied!"

"And what was I supposed to do, then?" He asks crossing his arms as he walks over to me and arches a brow, the male not impressed by my outburst, "Just turn them away?"

"That's exactly what you do!?" I shriek, tears bunching up in the corners of my eyes as I shake my head and look away from his intimidating stare, "Why didn't you do anything?... Are your appointments with touch starving girls more important to you than our relationship?"

Choking back a small sob, I look down at my feet and shake my head as he goes to pull me into his arms. The male staring at me as I push him away and shake my head. A small sigh leaving my lips as I turn away and head toward the door, wanting to leave him.

Why should I even give him the decency of being in a relationship with me when he won't even take my side?...

Before I left, I stop at the doorway when I wrap my hand around the door handle, my shoulders slumping as I squeeze my eyes tightly shut to try and stop the tears from falling. A small sigh leaving my lips as I look back toward him, the male sighing to himself as I wipe my eyes.

"Why didn't you do anything?..." I murmur gently, wanting an answer, sniffling as he pulls me away from the door gently and kisses my forehead, "Are... are you embarrassed by me?..."

"Sweetie... I..." he begins before taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, the male avoiding my eyes. He's never been good with feelings after all, "I just didn't want to lose money, you know the club is barely above water right now..."

"Kyoya... all you think about is money and your damn club..." I tell him sniffling as he cups my face in his hands and gently kisses my nose as he wipes my tears away making me sigh, "My feelings are more important than some random girl... I'm your girlfriend..."

"Haruhi had it covered," Kyoya says making me scoff and pull away sniffling, biting back a sob as I yank my hand from him, "What?"

"Kyoya! You're my boyfriend! You pushed me away and let two girls beat me down without batting an eyelid and you're telling me that Haruhi had it covered so you couldn't help?" I ask seething, my stomach coiling in an uncomfortable fashion, "You know what... if you can't be there for me... then don't bother... it's clear that you're ashamed of me... you haven't even told anyone that you're dating me except the host club..."

"(Y/n), I'm not ashamed of you," he says with a sigh, watching as I scoff and roll my eyes with a small sniffle, "I'm not asham —"

"Then why didn't you do anything? And don't say money or you didn't wanna lose clients," I hum crossing my arms, my form wasn't as intimidating as I wanted due to tears slipping down my cheeks and my nose sniffling, "So why? Hm?... Were you in on it?"

"What? No! Why would you think I'd be in on it?" He asks with wide eyes, groaning as I glare toward him, my eyes red and puffy, "Sweetie, I didn't mean to not do anything..."

"You told me to leave so I didn't make a mess when it was them that dumped food over me," I tell him with a small sniffle, sighing as he rubs his temple in frustration like I'm in the wrong, "You know what... I'm gonna stay over Haruhi's... until you can stop worrying over things that don't matter,"

Taking a deep breath, I grab a bag and fill it with clothes and essentials before glaring toward Kyoya as he just stands there. The male looking stoic. Hopefully he'll crack. As I grab my shoe and my school bag, I head out of his room and send a quick text to Haruhi as I meander through the hallway, ignoring the calls the maids hum toward me as I slip my shoes on and leave the mansion without another word.

I didn't need that sort of stress. I don't need to be with someone that's ashamed of me. I don't need to be with someone that's embarrassed of me. If Kyoya can't be that person to keep my company and protect me from people that decide to pick on me, then that's his problem. I don't need a boyfriend.

Not like everyone knew I had a boyfriend anyway... so losing him wasn't going to make me in a worse situation...

Sighing gently, I walk down the sidewalk, avoiding eye contact with everyone that I walk past, trying not to attract any sort of unwanted attention from strangers as I head to my friends home. Tears falling down my cheeks as my feet click against the pavement. The cool night breeze making me shiver gently.

Before I could even get to Haruhi's door, the door opens and Haruhi pokes her head out. The girl sending me a reassuring smile as I run into her arms and break down as soon as she pulls me tightly to her chest. The girl rocking me gently as I break.

"It's okay, it'll be okay... come on, I'll get some ice cream and chick flicks and we'll cuddle, okay? I'll handle Kyoya tomorrow," Haruhi says kissing my forehead as she shuts the door, her father gawking at my crying form and instantly pulls me into his arms making giggle weakly and snuggle into him, "Come on, we'll have takeout too,"

I don't even know what I'd do without Haruhi...

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Gulping gently, I look toward the clock in the classroom, biting my lip nervously as I tap my foot against the floor. My mind zooming a mile per minute as I try to focus in on what the teacher is saying, trying to listen in on what he's saying about the importance of a comma and how amazing it is when you use 'rare' adjectives. Slowly, my eyes wander around, hoping to quench the knots in my stomach, a small sigh leaving my lips as I accidentally make eye contact with one of the girls that like to make my life hell.

Instantly, I move my eyes toward the board and try to forget that it happened. My hands slightly shaking as I try to make notes to try and calm myself down. Refusing to let her get to me. A shaky breath leaving my lips as I feel daggers in my back. I could feel their stare making me scrunch my eyes as tight a possible. A nervous feeling breaking through my chest as I quickly write down notes, hoping and praying that the lesson goes on forever.

However, life wasn't on my side...

My heart jumps into my throat as the bell rings. Eyes widening as the teacher dismisses the class and leaves the room without another thought. My mind running desperately as I quickly grab all of my things and dart out the classroom to avoid anything bad. A small groan leaving my lips as I notice a flock of girls around my locker. Perfect...

Taking a nervous deep breath, I walk over to the group to get to my locker, avoiding eye contact with them as they glare toward me before moving away from my locker. Releasing a small sigh of relief, I load my books into my locker, ignoring the girls giggles as I pull out my lunch, nervously holding it tightly to my chest as I shut my locker tightly. My heart in my throat as I turn around to go...

Only to be pushed back into them with a loud slam making me squeak nervously.

Well this isn't good...

My eyes make contact with a rather angry pair of ocean blue eyes. My eyes widening slightly as I cling tightly into my lunch, my heart rapidly beating against my rib cage. Nervously clearing my throat, I look up at the girls surrounding me. No surprise when they're all one of Kyoya's clients. Each and every one of them not wearing a happy face.

"I can't believe you tried to take Kyoya away from us," One girl sneers, her hand glued to the locker beside my head making my heart sink to my stomach and make me cramp up slightly with fear, "When are you going to learn that no one wants you? Hm?"

"Did the first time round not work?" The other girl hums leaning against the locker beside me making me tense up as I look toward her. Feeling like a prey surrounded by hungry and evil predators, "You keep going back to him, you even decided to walk into his house without asking him,"

"Wait... you stole Kyoya's key?!" Another girl shrieks, staring at me as if I had just committed the most heinous of crimes, "That's so low! Why would you even do that?"

"Because she's poor and she's a gold digger looking to bag one of the hottest guys in school to pay for her plastic surgery," One of the girls hums with a smirk, giggling as I look down and shake my head mumbling a small no, "What was that?"

"I said that I'm not like that," I reply gently, wincing as they all stare at me, their frowns getting bigger making me extremely uncomfortable, "I just live with him..."

"Oh? What are you? His maid?" The girl says with a laugh, pushing my shoulder into the locker making me wince as it slams making me lose my grip on my bento box and it clatters time the floor, "Since all you're good for is cleaning up messes why don't you clean this?"

With that, she bends down to pick up my bento box making my eyes widen as I begin to thrash in their grips. A small shriek leaving my lips as one of them grabs the lid and pulls it off, discarding it into a random area before grinning wickedly toward me. Choking back a sob, I clench my eyes tight with my face to the side, bracing myself for another food - covered lunch....

However it never came...

Instead, I hear a shriek and a small curt chuckle making me slowly flutter my eyes open. My eyes widening slightly at the sight of the girl in front of me covered in my lunch. Her eyes full of trepidation as she looks toward whoever dunked it over her. The girls around me gasping loudly before gulping nervously as their grips are lessened and they pulled away. My eyes glue onto my saviour...

It was Kyoya...

"Kyoya... w — why would you?..." the girl whimpers, her eyes filling out tears as she flicks the food off her sleeves making it go everywhere and drench the other two girls beside me making Kyoya hum amused, "Why would you defend her?"

"Because she's my girlfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop," he hums, taking my wrist and pulling me toward him, the male sending me a small smile and a kiss on the forehead before turning his attention to the other girls and holding me close to his chest, "Now, unless you girls want a lawsuit against you, I suggest you leave her alone and don't even think about visiting the host club,"

"But you were fine with us doing it the other day!" Another girls yells narrowing her eyes before squealing like a pig as Kyoya chucks the rest of the food over her making me bite back a giggle as I snuggle into his chest, "She's disgusting! Why would you date her?! We're all so much better?!"

"She's not cynical scum that pick on vulnerable girls everyday nor is she a self centred bitch that thinks the world revolves around her," Kyoya hums, rubbing my back as I look up at him with a weak smile, his eyes trained on me, "And I didn't do anything last time because I was being too selfish of myself and not worrying about her feelings when she means the world to me. I don't care about the money nor your attention, I only care about her,"

"You're joking right?" Another girl asks incredulously, "She's put you in on it!"

"She's done nothing of the sort, I'm just proving my worth and how good of a boyfriend I actually am," he hums, cupping my cheek in his hand and rubbing my tears away gently as I choke on a happy sob, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a princess to spoil,"

Without another word, Kyoya hoists me into his arms bridle style making me squeak embarrassed and cling onto him flustered as he carries me through the hallway red faced toward the music room. A giggle leaving my lips as I look toward the girls who stare wide eyed toward my boyfriend before bursting into tears as people begin to laugh at them.

Karma is a bitch, after all.

A feeling of warmth surges through me as Kyoya shuts the music room down and sits me down on one of the plush red velvet couches littering there room. The male gently kisses me, pecking my lips and smiles as I return it before gently pulling away and cupping my cheek with a soft smile. His eyes full of adoration.

"Thank you," I hum gently, sending him a smile as he pulls me close and allows me to snuggle into him, "What made you help me?"

"You did, sweetie, when you left me home the other evening it made me realise how important you are to me," he hums, cringing to himself at how cheesy he sounds but he disregards it as this requires a bit of cheesiness, "Sweetie, I love you with all my heart, I would never allow anyone to treat you like that and it was wrong of me to do nothing the first time, I apologise for it and I, in return, will allow you to do whatever you may please,"

"I forgive you," I hum gently, kissing his cheek as he sends me a warm smile and rests his head in my chest as I hold him close, "Haruhi really laid into you, huh?"

"Yes, as soon as I got through the door she pulled me aside and told me off," Kyoya hums chuckling gently at the memory as we share a soft kiss, "So hopefully this will help me get back into her good books,"

"Perhaps," I hum poking his cheek making him chuckle and kiss my forehead, "So what are you going to do now that you lost three clients?"

"I'm actually no longer part of the main attraction," he explains making me gawk at him with wide eyes, "I'm in charge of appointments and merchandising, the ladies are no longer allowed my time because all of my time is now dedicated to you, my sweet,"

"R — really?" I ask with a small smile, giggling as he nods happily, "So I get you all to myself?"

"Yeah you do," Kyoya replies kissing my forehead as our hands interlink, the pair of us resting our foreheads against each other, "I don't want something like that happen to you again when you're my real girlfriend and they're all just desperate,"

"You have such a way with women don't you?"...

"When the package looks as good as I do, my sweet, people will heed to my beck and call,"...