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"Kyooouuuuyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
It was amazing, really, how little that call had changed since they first met in middle school. Whether that meant that Tamaki had always been Tamaki, or that the man was still very much a middle schooler at heart went very much undetermined. In either case, there was little use ignoring it—experience suggested that the call's volume would simply increase and eventually be partnered with pokes to his cheeks should he try. So instead, Kyouya replaced the bookmark in the book that he'd been reading, and turned his head towards the call's source.
"Yes, Tamaki?"
The man in question was pacing, his laptop abandoned on the kotatsu permanently set up in the family room by Tamaki's insistence, despite the warm weather of spring making it somewhat less appealing than it had been a few months earlier.
"Our first anniversary is barely more than a month away and I still don't know what to do for it!" Tamaki's tone and posture suggested that this might be the worst thing in the world. And knowing the way Tamaki's mind worked, it probably felt as much. Tamaki was less prone to sad or anxious dramatics than he had been once upon a time, but he always valued Kyouya's opinion on it. (Apparently, Kyouya had never lost the title of god, buddha, or indeed okaa-san when it came to finding the logistics behind problem solving Tamaki's every wish.) At times like this, Kyouya had learned that it was best to listen, understand where Tamaki currently was in his thought process, and then figure out if it was best to give an answer outright, or lead Tamaki to come to a decision on his own.
"I assume you were looking ideas up for it," he noted, gesturing towards Tamaki's still-open laptop. "What sort of things did you have in mind?"
"Well, I was thinking a luxurious second honeymoon would be nice, but Haruhi's already made it perfectly clear that she doesn't want to take annual month-long pleasure sabbaticals, even if she'll tolerate a few weeks away here and there. But she already said yes to that trip to see the Hitachiins' fashion show and to see my mother in France in July, so she's already said she's not interested in taking any more time off work until September. So then I thought I'd look up those traditional anniversary gift ideas, and they suggested paper, clocks, or gold. I considered some sort of gold-plated paper clock, but I don't even know what sort of artisan would make that kind of thing, nor if paper could ever be sturdy enough to use as clockwork! And I can't just give her nothing! That would just be unimaginable! But I don't want her to think I'm bad at gift giving or don't care now that we're married. And if I gave her something and she hated it she could divorce me for being a terrible husband!"
Kyouya sighed. Trust Tamaki to spiral things that out of proportion. He supposed it was endearing, at least, in its own way.
"First off, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't divorce you, even if you didn't give her anything for your anniversary, white day, or Christmas combined."
Tamaki gave him the biggest, wettest eyes Kyouya thought he had ever seen.
"You're sure?"
"I'm fairly certain of it," Kyouya reassured him. "Haruhi has never been all that concerned with those material goods, and prefers the practical over the extravagant, doesn't she?"
"She does...." Tamaki replied, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. "So, are you thinking more like a very nice briefcase? I could get our wedding photos printed onto the lining...."
The idea was better at least, though the thought of opening up a professional item to reveal pictures of that extravagant to-do felt very much more of a Tamaki thing than a Haruhi thing. And besides, he had done some talking to the woman in question himself.
"Before you do that, there is a second point to consider."
"Oh?" Tamaki quirked his head inquisitively.
"Yes," Kyouya agreed. "As it happens, I've been in consultation with Haruhi myself. She told me that all she wanted in the way of celebration was dinner at a five-star restaurant. So I researched a few potential options, and took the liberty of making a reservation."
He picked up his tablet and pulled up the restaurant's website so that Tamaki could examine it for himself: a top-rated place which Morinozuka had recommended personally, serving a private three-hour omakase affair. He had put in a special request for otoro, of course, but otherwise had listed no requests or dietary restrictions, knowing that any Japanese restaurant their senpai recommended would be good enough to trust with their imagination. And indeed, Tamaki looked impressed as he tapped through the pages, even if his eyes looked more inquisitive than pleased as he looked back at Kyouya.
"And she said that was all she wanted?"
"It was," Kyouya agreed.
"And you already booked it?"
"I did."
"And you're coming too?"
Kyouya smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
The wedding proper had only been for two, of course. The family registry would have looked very strange otherwise, and frankly, it was better for business to keep the Ootori and Suoh names both. But Haruhi held no such gravitas with Fujioka, and promised she was just as happy with Suoh, even if her father shed some tears about his daughter joining another family.
Plus, quite frankly, the amount of attention an attempted three-way wedding could have caused would have held more risk to their businesses than reward. Certainly not enough to be worth it when there were other ways to get what they wanted that felt just as real, even if they were missing one or two of the legal protections.
Besides, the vows they had shared at the private reception, in front of their closest friends who knew and shared their love, felt every bit as real as the ones he had been the primary witness for a few hours earlier.
Perhaps it meant there had needed to be some business legalese to mirror the prenuptial agreement, and reminders given that owning the hospitals generally meant that Kyouya could go wherever he wanted, whether or not non-family visitors were strictly allowed. But it had been worth it to create a life tailor-made for them that still worked within the confines of conventional law, even if it painted outside of the lines in subtle and beautiful ways.
Perhaps it also meant that he hadn't actually informed the restaurant that the meal would be celebrating an anniversary. It was no matter—the meal would be plenty celebratory nonetheless. Either someone in the restaurant would know enough to realize on their own, whether through research or by personal interest, or the money being paid for such an elaborate affair would speak for itself.
...and, oh, there was the dreaded cheek poke. Clearly Kyouya had gotten more lost in his thoughts than he'd meant to.
"Yes, Tamaki?"
The man in question had his puppy eyes on again.
"Well, this is a lovely present for Haruhi and I, and I'm looking forward to it a lot now, but that's your anniversary present for us. And if that's all Haruhi wants, what does that leave me?"
A good question indeed. Kyouya had to admit that he'd not actually thought that far. Though an easy answer was coming to mind.
"Well, I did ask Morinozuka for a good recommendation for the meal. Perhaps you could ask Haninozuka for a good dessert recommendation to match. We'll likely be quite full after this omakase affair, but no celebration would be complete without some sort of confection, don't you think?"
At that, Tamaki lit up like the sun.
"Yes! A dessert! It's perfect! I wonder if Hani-senpai knows of any good patissier specializing in mille feuille? It means a thousand sheets, you know. And with some gold leafing to at least make it two out of the three, it would be absolutely perfect! Oh! But maybe I could get some marzipan clocks on there as well? Or a cake to go alongside... crepe cakes would have the look but they're not quite as fluffy as a proper affair, and the wedding cake you chose out was a hard bar to surpass, but if I try I'm sure I'll...."
And there Tamaki went, off on a ramble about what the perfect dessert would be and how it might symbolize his love for Haruhi. And then, eventually, how they should get an ice sculpture of Kyouya as well, as the selfless god of their shared relationship. And whether it was possible to get a cake that was three flavours at once to signify all three of them, and was Kyouya better signified by matcha or hazelnut cream?
Kyouya closed his tablet and set it aside, watching as his partner dreamed of bigger and more extravagant desserts, taking the idea by both hands and making it something incredibly his own. Kyouya would talk him out of the ice sculpture of course, perhaps talking him into replacing it with flowers—roses in red, white, and lavender as an understated representation of themselves. The flower language would be quite suitable as well he thought, and he could always spin it as his own way of celebrating his beloved friends' union, should anyone come forth with untoward questions.
There would be needing to be some reining in of Tamaki, of course, and arranging with Haninozuka to ensure the conversation and consultation actually took place, and perhaps also a conversation with Haruhi to make sure she brought some sort of gift of her own to the event, if just so they could both watch Tamaki's face glow at the introduction of a new commoner item into his life. But for now, the scene was being set for a wonderful celebration that the three of them would share. And dessert or not, Kyouya was quite certain that it would be a sweet affair indeed.
He couldn't wait to indulge with them both.