Love.

Kyoya felt dizzy, thoughts swirling through his mind haphazardly. The black-haired boy let out a quiet sigh and collapsed down onto the couch in his room. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair, which just flopped messily back into place.

"What exactly does that mean, anyways?"

But, of course, he knew. Love… But, not him. He had never thought of himself as loveable, or even dared to think he could ever fall in love. But….

He couldn't help repeating that simple phrase in his mind. "I love you, Kyoya…." The soft, sincere voice, and those large, honest eyes searching his. He growled in frustration and ground his fist into the couch cushion.

And he had run away. He had not turned away, calmly, hadn't even replied. He had run. He didn't even know why. Was he simply startled by the other's confession or…

Was it more? Did he possibly feel the same way?

He snorted in contempt. Of course not, don't be ridiculous. He couldn't possibly be in love with…

Or, could he? Was that why he found himself blushing, his whole body getting warm, getting nervous, dizzy, giddy, distracted… Around someone he had, up until this point, only considered a friend? Kyouya rubbed his temples with his fingertips, only to snap his head up as he heard his door open and shut softly, and someone walk towards him.

"Mommy?" The voice was soft and silky, but carried a slightly worried tone. "Momma, are you alright?"

Kyoya didn't turn around. "I'm… I'm fine." He said, looking down at his fingers. But, of course he wasn't. He felt as if he was losing his mind.

"I was sacred when you ran out like that…"

He felt fingers gently begin to stroke the hair near the nape of his neck, and he felt an embarrassing blush creep over his cheeks. "How was I suppose to respond?" Kyoya said trying to sound nonchallant, trying to push the fingers away.

Tamaki walked around to the front of the couch, and stood in front of Kyoya, his expression soft. "I think an 'I love you too, Tamaki' would have done fine." The smaller blonde boy perched himself on Kyoya's lap, wrapping his arms around the dark-haired boy's neck. "The way you acted, I thought you didn't even ca-"

He was cut of as Kyouya's lips tenderly pressed against his, Kyouya's arms wrapping around his body, pulling him closer.

"I love you, Tamaki."

aN; My first Kyotama story... Yaaayy~! Read and review please?