Hanahaki Disease (Kyoya x Tamaki)

1

Kyoya awoke to his alarm clock beeping.
6:00 am.
Time to get ready for school.
He got out of bed, and started his usual weekday routine.
It went like this:
Wake up, have breakfast, brush teeth, take shower, get dressed.
In that order, everyday.
Sometimes it consisted of calling Tamaki, but rarely. Today wasn't one of those rare occasions where he would call the blonde boy himself.
After finishing up everything else, Kyoya put on his High School uniform, His phone rang.
Kyoya picked up.
"Hello? Kyoya Ootori speaking."
"KYOYA--," Tamaki shouted from the other side of the line. What could it have been this time? Most likely a stupid issue with Haruhi, the usual.
"I was hoping you'd call, you s-"
"HARUHI AND HIKARU- ARE- GOING ON A DATE-," Tamaki interrupted.
"I'm not surprised," Kyoya scoffed, "They've been really close lately, you should leave it be, let them be happy."
"But what if they fall in love??" He asked, desperately.
"You leave it be, Tamaki, loving someone involves letting them go so they can be happy."
Tamaki whined, "But Kyoyaaa-"
"..."
"Kyoyaaaaa-"
"Kyoya, why aren't you answering?"
"I'm waiting for you to stop so I can finish what I was going to say."
He huffed, shutting up afterwards.
"Anyways, the new shipment of plates has arrived a day earlier than it should h-"
Tamaki noticed that Kyoya stopped suddenly.
"... Kyoya?"
Kyoya did not answer,
Something was crawling up his throat.
He started coughing, what looked like a petal came out of his mouth.
Nothing could describe what just happened, although Kyoya was intelligent, he didn't know what this meant. Maybe he just swallowed a petal during their club activities? It wasn't serious, right?
"Tamaki, I have to go."
"Wai-"
He closed the phone, hanging up on his friend.
-
Tamaki blinked, he was confused.
He tried calling Kyoya again.
Briiiing Briiiing.
"Hello, you've reached the voice box of Kyoya Oo-"
He grumbled, slamming his phone shut.
"Why am I, being ignored, like THIS?"
Tamaki stated dramatically, complete with the clenching of his fist.
"....."
He stood and brushed himself off, moving some hair out of his face.
He picked up his bag and went outside.

A/N, I needed to get this out as soon as possible because I'm impatient and couldn't figure out what to do next)