He’s not worth more than a drop of water in the ocean.” “Kyoya, I’m speaking out of term…but fuck your father. “You mean your father.” Kyoya nodded and Y/N ran a hand through his hair carefully. Nothing is working, no matter how hard I try. He ignored the irritation of his glasses being bent against his face, just enjoying the warmth for the moment. “I’m so tired, Y/N,” He muttered, hiding his face. “Wanna talk about it?” He finally asked after a long while. Y/N adjusted and held Kyoya so the boy was practically laying on his chest as they relaxed in the clubroom.
Y/N wrapped his arms around him, hoping to comfort him in some way. Kyoya’s dark eyes slowly slid up to Y/N’s and he slumped into the boy, shuddering a slight. “Kyoya,” he muttered softly, trying to brush the hair from his eyes. He paled as he saw the look on his face and hurried to him, making him sit. Y/N blinked as Kyoya stumbled into the clubroom. TRIGGER WARNING FOR IMPLIED SUICIDAL THOUGHTS! JUST A HEADS UP GUYS
