Ouran High School Host Club Drabbles
The Most Beautiful Boy
"Mamam!" Tamaki cries out, violet eyes bursting with despair, lips in a depressing pout.
His mother rushes towards her son and reaches out, running a hand through her Tamaki's blond locks. "What is it darling?"
"What can't I wear dresses and skirts? Marie said it was because I was a boy. But that's unfair! They are pretty, Mamam, you look pretty," he smiles charmingly, much like his father, that Tamaki's mother felt a sting of remembrance towards her lover.
But, what to do with Tamaki? His boyish, eager face beams up at her with curious eyes. "Well, Tamaki..."
"Yes, Mamam?" He asks, very sweetly.
"You - er, want to protect Mamam, right?" Thoughts race through her mind.
"Of course! Mamam is special!" Tamaki shouts excitedly. He embraces her, rubbing his soft, round cheeks against her. She felt him smile against her skin. "I love you."
"Then trousers will suit you much better, Tamaki dear. They suit you very much so." She smiles at him softly, tenderly.
"I look pretty then, Mamam?" Tamaki twirls around, and struck a pose.
"The most beautiful boy," she whispers, holding him close.