A/N: Hi everyone! My friend and I were talking the other day and we started joking about what if Kyoya liked Mori. It was just a joke. But then when we started talking about it we decided it would be rather adorable and so now I have written this.

I plan for this to be more along the line of a series of one shots but like … all connected in the same world/the same timeline. So … it won't be a super flowy story but the events will connect to others and yeah. Don't know if that's makes sense but oh well.

Enjoy!

Kyoya sat at his proclaimed "desk" in music room 3, observing the hosts as they entertained their guests. He had just finished working out the club's expenses for the day and now had out his black notebook, writing down observations of some of the wealthier, higher class girls. He looked over to Hani and Mori's sections and his eyes unconsciously went directly to the tall host. He quickly looked to some of the girls in the group, telling himself that the only reason he looked at Mori initially was because of the height difference, your eye is drawn to him. Yes, that's it, Kyoya relaxed. He continued to make notes from the girls in the older hosts' section.

But then, that wouldn't explain the other day, when they were dressed as pirates for one of their cosplay days. Mori had on simply a vest and Kyoya's eye had been drawn to his bare chest for a brief moment. Kyoya almost had a mental breakdown. Why? Why had that happened? He didn't understand. He had seen plenty of men, and plenty of women, in bathing suits before, and he had never been drawn so much to look at what was usually hidden. Kyoya's grip tightened on his black book.

He let out a breath and pushed his glasses up on his face. He glanced back over at Mori. No! Why!? What was the purpose of that!? He stood up feverishly and roughly pushed in his chair. He exited the host club and walked briskly to the bathrooms down the hall. He looked at himself in the mirror, hands gripping the sides of the sink. He needed to maintain his cool demeanour. If he couldn't figure out what was going on, he certainly couldn't let anyone else know something was wrong. He took off his glasses and splashed cold water on his face. He slid them back onto his face, that was better. His heartbeat was slowing down. Wait, his heartbeat. When had it sped up? That thought put him back into his rush. He slammed his hand down on the sink edge and instantly regretted it. Pain shot up his right arm and he pulled it to his chest, closing his eyes.

"Kyoya," a deep voice said from behind him.

Kyoya opened his eyes, a little wider than they should have been in response to Mori's voice, and looked into the mirror, seeing Mori standing behind him. Mori placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

Kyoya didn't think it was possible as he watched a slight pink tint appear to his cheeks in the mirror, not much apparent unless you were looking for it, but Kyoya, being in the state he was, saw it plain as the sun in the sky. Why? He pulled on his hostly smile.

"Of course, Mori-Senpai. What could be wrong?" He brushed the feelings away the best he could.

Mori placed both hands on either shoulder and spun him around. He took Kyoya's injured hand into his. Kyoya's blush deepened. There was a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wrenched his hand away.

"As I said, I'm perfectly fine," his voice sounded colder this time, as the Shadow King tried to ice Mori out. If there was one thing Kyoya hated, it was being unable to understand something. Whatever was going on, he did not like it. Maybe Tamaki had slipped something in his coffee.

"You should be getting back to your guests, you don't want to keep them waiting, we could lose business," Kyoya put his fake host smile back on.

Mori stood there and looked at him for a moment, before finally nodding, "Mmm." He left the bathroom, back to music room 3.

Kyoya brought his good hand up and gripped his hair. What the hell was that?