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I Never Knew
Chapter Ten — Turn Back
It had raining intermittently all week, but this night was probably the worst. In fact, Honey briefly wondered how Haruhi was dealing with the thunder...
The Host Club had been canceled for the week, but no one knew why. Kyouya had said, "this week, the Host Club will be canceled," so that was enough. It had been two or three days since he'd seen anyone beside Takashi.
"Ahh, what's going on?" Honey pouted and looked at Usa-chan. "I miss my friends...but I have you, ne, Usa-chan?" He pressed the doll to his chest tightly when he heard the doorbell ring. "Huh? Isn't it late already?" Honey got up and went to the door, pink rabbit in hand, and was surprised to see who was standing there in the rain.
"Kao-chan? Is everything all right?"
Earlier that evening...
Mori sighed, closed his eyes, and wiped his brow of sweat, standing with his bokutou down at his side. Kendo had always been one of his great loves.
"Mori-senpai...?"
"Hm?" He had to admit, he had been caught off guard. "Hikaru?"
"S-sorry to bother you. I know you're practicing, but..." Hikaru wouldn't look at Mori, a fact which the elder found intriguing.
"Are you all right? Where is Kaoru?"
Hikaru rubbed his arm nervously, still not looking at the other. After a long pause, he said: "Am I a real idiot? Am I a bigger fool than King?"
Mori stared at the red head for some time before answering. "Maybe."
Earlier that day...
Kaoru was sure this was the first time he'd seen Tamaki cry. "Tamaki, I—"
"Stop—stop, don't say that right now. I can't." The blond gritted his teeth and turned away.
"Wait. Please. You can't what? You can't—you can't do this anymore?" Kaoru thought he might die. It hurt just to exist. He reached out to touch Tamaki, but his hand was slapped away.
"Not now!" Tamaki stood up with his face in his hands. "I don't want to hear you say my name that way. I can't look at you. I can't breathe. I need to leave." He started to walk out, even dressed as he was.
Kaoru was gasping for air, and his hand clutched the fabric of his shirt that lay over his heart. "This isn't it. Tell me this isn't it!"
Tamaki stopped at the door, and without turning around, said: "I don't know anything anymore."
That morning:
"Kaoru? Are you all right?"
Kaoru winced as he wiped vomit from his mouth with his bare forearm. "I—I'm not going to school today!" He felt sick to his stomach. Everything hurt.
Hikaru bit his lip nervously, standing with his face pressed against the bathroom door. "Well, should I stay home with you?"
"No! No, that's fine." Kaoru shut his eyes and held himself to keep from trembling. "I don't want to give you whatever this is."
Hikaru hesitated. "Well...okay...but call me as soon as you think you need me!"
It didn't sit right with him, but Hikaru wasn't about to start fighting with his brother over something small. He was determined to have a good day. It looked like he and Kaoru might actually work things out...but of course, his day was just as determined to thwart his plans. The first person he ran into was none other than Tamaki, who gave him the most chilling, evil glare he'd ever seen (even after enduring some of the Shadow King's wrath), and shortly after he walked into the classroom to see Haruhi. Honestly, he'd forgotten he was fighting with her. Kaoru and Tamaki were the ones plaguing him, not her. But at least...
Hikaru cleared his throat softly. "Uh, Haruhi."
Death glare.
"Well, you probably don't care what I have to say."
Still, death glare.
"Anyway, I wanted to apologize. I...I did something horrible to you, and I..." Hikaru couldn't bear to look at her for much longer. "I really mean that I'm sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, or take me back or anything. I just needed you to know that I'm not proud of myself or anything. I'm really a terrible person..."
Hikaru stared at the floor for a while before he heard the girl respond. "I'm not ready to forgive you yet. And I'm definitely not taking you back," she said roughly, "but maybe...maybe we could be friends again. Some day. Not now." Hikaru nodded, still not looking up at her. She sighed. "You...you're not a terrible person. You've just done some terrible things. So, chin up. The fact that you're bothering to try, even with the risk of being completely turned down...well, that shows something."
Hikaru looked up. Haruhi was still obviously angry, but her look had softened. Just the slightest bit.
"Well...I'm ready to work on it whenever you are." She nodded curtly in response before turning around to talk to some other students before class started.
From there, the day slowly started to get better. Obviously, that wasn't allowed to happen, so Tamaki showed up in Hikaru's day once more, during lunch.
"Where is he, you devil?" Tamaki looked foolish: his hair was slightly disheveled and his face was pink. He was a little short of breath (from being angry, or did he run here? It occurred to the twin that he'd only seen the other male this angry once before) and he'd slammed one hand down on the table with the other one resting on the hip that was cocked out to the side. Quite foolish, indeed.
"Huh? What in the world could you possibly want now?" Hikaru gritted his teeth. "I have no desire to speak to you at all, Boss."
Tamaki scoffed. "As if it makes my day to see you. But this isn't about that. Look, where is your brother?"
Hikaru narrowed his eyes. "Why should I tell you? It's not as if you need to know." He leaned back in his chair coolly. "In any case, he's home, sick."
Tamaki's shoulders relaxed a little, and Hikaru wondered why. Sick is bad news, right? "Sick? How sick?"
"How should I know? Go see him yourself!" What are you saying? Don't let that guy into your house, dumbass!
Tamaki stood up straight. "Fine." The blond marched out of the room purposefully, intending to head straight to the twins' residence. He stopped in the middle of the hallway. Shouldn't I come up with an excuse to leave? He decided to just let whatever would happen, happen, and continued without stopping to visit the younger twin.
"Hello?" Kaoru opened the front door and wasn't sure how to feel when he saw Tamaki standing there. Tamaki also wasn't sure how to feel. Part of him was relieved at the sight of the boy in black gym shorts and a pale yellow sweatshirt-tank top (a fashion invention he didn't want to understand), with his hair a little matted and a sheen to his skin, presumably from sweat. The other part was concerned.
"You're sick. Why are you up and about? Shouldn't you be resting?"
Kaoru smiled softly. "Exercise is good for the body."
Tamaki blushed. "Not when you're sick, it isn't! Shouldn't you be in bed?"
Kaoru laughed with his hand over his mouth. "Come in."
Tamaki ushered Kaoru over to the couch, where he noticed the exercise video still playing. "Are you just playing sick today?"
"Not exactly. But if you came to nurse me, I can play sick more often."
Tamaki turned off the TV. "Well, this is the Kaoru I've come to love. This sort of thing I've missed about you."
"What do you mean?" Tamaki plopped onto the couch and Kaoru scooted closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I mean...it's just that things have been sort of screwed up and emotional lately. I fell in love with the carefree, mischievous you, which hasn't been out much lately. Not to say that I don't love all of you, but..."
Kaoru laughed again. "I get it, so don't worry. Were you really worried about me? I didn't think you'd want to see me again for a while."
Tamaki made a face. "Of course I want to see you. All the time. Just because we had a fight doesn't mean I don't still feel the same. It's just something we have to get through. Ostracizing myself does nothing."
"I missed school today, so let's use some plain language, ne?"
Tamaki smirked. "I didn't think that distance would fix that. I think that if I can just show you how I feel—wouldn't that be better?" He slid an arm around Kaoru's waist and pulled him closer, who in turn wrapped his arms around the elder's shoulders.
"I think I'd like that." Kaoru didn't hesitate in kissing the other boy, and it felt like electricity. Their tongues moved languidly against each other and Kaoru sighed into the warm, comfortable feeling it gave him. When they parted, he was smiling dreamily. "Look, my mother is home...we should go for a walk in the garden."
Tamaki replied, a little dazed, "sure, o-okay."
The boys were quiet for a long while as they walked amongst the flowers and plants. It was a comfortable silence between the two, and they strolled slowly, hand in hand, listening to the birds and insects chirping and humming.
"Senpai, did you run here straight from school to check on me?" Kaoru said smugly.
"Honestly, yes. I don't know why I thought that was a good idea. I just thought, 'Kaoru needs someone to take care of him, and it should be me,' so I came." Their arms swung just a little with Tamaki's nervousness.
Kaoru smiled handsomely, squeezing the hand whose fingers were laced softly with his own. "You didn't have to do that. I wasn't doing well this morning, but it passed quickly enough."
"Well...good." After a beat, Tamaki started to laugh, and Kaoru followed suit.
"Hey, let's go in there."
"In your tool shed?"
Kaoru chuckled, "it isn't as bad as it sounds. I used to play in there when I was a kid."
"All right."
Although light shone in from two little windows and in the places where the wood didn't quite fit together right, it was dim in the shed, and warm. "Tamaki," Kaoru said lowly, putting his hands on Tamaki's chest. Tamaki's breath caught in his throat and he put his arms around Kaoru's waist, holding him away from his body.
"Kaoru," Tamaki started, and he had to clear the thickness from his voice before continuing, "I've wanted you so badly, for so long."
"Hm...you have me now, Senpai," Kaoru breathed into Tamaki's ear, pulling himself closer so that their bodies were flush with each other, and the heat of Kaoru's breath made Tamaki shiver. He was already getting hard. "What do you want to do with me?" Kaoru asked in a sultry tone, pushing the blue school blazer off of the older boy's shoulders.
"Everything," Tamaki replied lowly, letting the jacket fall to the floor. It was strange and exciting to have Kaoru act this way.
"Oh? Tell me more." Kaoru started to loosen the tie around Tamaki's neck and unbuttoned the first couple buttons around the collar, where Tamaki was surely feeling warm.
"Wha...um, well...I want to—I want to kiss you. I want to feel your tongue with mine, and I want to kiss you so much that it makes your lips bruised and you can't take it anymore."
"Oh, I'd like that too. Are you going to make me yours?" Kaoru smirked, pulling Tamaki's shirt out from where he'd haphazardly tucked it in that morning.
Tamaki licked his lips. His mouth had started to feel dry, from the heat of the shed and from his own arousal. What the hell, Kaoru? When did you learn to be like this? "I'm going to erase any trace that anyone else has ever touched you. I'm going to do it until you only remember me." It was getting harder to think, to breathe, to speak, to do anything other than moan incoherently.
"Senpai..." Kaoru blushed genuinely. "What about this? Do you want this?" Kaoru asked as he started to undo Tamaki's belt and sank to the floor, on his knees.
"Kaoru..." The rawness of that voice made heat pool in Kaoru's abdomen. "I want you, Kaoru," he repeated, threading his fingers through the redhead's silky hair.
Kaoru felt his face heat up as he pulled Tamaki's member out of his underwear. He'd received this sort of thing, but had never given it. His mouth was a little dry from being nervous, and he had to lick his lips a couple times before placing them to the tip of Tamaki's manhood, eliciting a small moan from him. Taking that sound as encouragement, he grasped it at the base with one hand and guided it into his mouth, his other hand fondling Tamaki's balls.
"K-Kaoru...ahh..."
It became easier to slide the length in and out of his mouth as he continued and the saliva built up in his mouth. It was all Tamaki could do to keep still and not choke the younger boy. He never knew it could feel that good—it was warm, and wet, and Kaoru's inexperience with the action was not a turn-off. He liked the way the rhythm wasn't always steady, and how sometimes Kaoru would accidentally nick him a little with his teeth, and the way he'd get nervous or overwhelmed and moan or whimper around his cock. It was all erotic and pleasurable, and Tamaki's body started to feel unbearably hot. He was still in his clothes, and he didn't want to be at all.
"Kaoru..." It took all three of his remaining brain cells to get words out. "Wait...hold on."
Kaoru didn't want to stop. He liked how much Tamaki seemed to be enjoying it, and it honestly wasn't a bad feeling to have that in his mouth. Instead, Kaoru decided to make it more intense, and relaxed his throat so he could take it in deeper. When he felt comfortable with that feeling, he started to suck harder and go slower. His one hand continued to touch Tamaki's balls and the other one rested on his hip, so that he wouldn't buck too hard and choke him.
Tamaki's knees felt weak and his legs were turning to jelly. I said 'stop,' right? Not 'make it even better?' But he didn't have the energy to complain. He was losing control, and it was definitely the best feeling of his life. The slow strokes were beautiful torture. The way Kaoru took him in entirely, and how he increased the pressure around the shaft, and oh!—where did he learn to use his tongue like that? Dragging it on the underside from base to tip, and flicking around with enough pressure just to tease and make him want more, and prodding the slit and lapping up the precum sensually and driving him crazy and pushing to the edge and everything went white—
"Kaoru!"
Tamaki staggered a bit, but Kaoru managed to hold him up and continue to suck him through his orgasm. He had to admit, he was impressed with the redhead. Thoroughly. Finally, Kaoru let the softening member leave his mouth with a small, slick pop, and licked his lips, blushing viciously. Tamaki leaned against something—some stacked planters?—to keep himself up, and somehow found the strength to open his eyes. Kaoru stood slowly, his face red (the heat in Tamaki's own face reminded him that he was pretty flushed, as well) from arousal and embarrassment.
"Do..." he panted, "do you need to spit it out, or something?"
Kaoru averted his gaze and shook his head. "No, I already swallowed it. It's you, so I don't mind..."
Tamaki nodded, and reached out to hold Kaoru when he felt like he could stand straight enough again. "What about you? Do you want that?"
Kaoru would be lying if he said he wasn't ready and raring to go. Every little mewl, moan, and hitch in Tamaki's breath sent sparks to his lower regions, and he wanted nothing more than to strip and ride Tamaki until the cows came home, and then some. They were healthy young men; it wouldn't take Tamaki that long to get it back up, but the nagging voice in the back of his head started to become louder as the fog of desire slowly lifted.
"That's okay. I'm fine."
"Eh? But Kaoru," Tamaki said, pulling him close, "I can feel that you want it...or is it that you don't want our first time to be in a tool shed? Be-because," Tamaki blushed, "I can make it hard again..."
Kaoru shook his head feverishly. "Really, I don't think it's worth all that trouble. I'm pretty close already."
"Then, I'll just touch you some," Tamaki replied, nuzzling into Kaoru's neck, enjoying the musky scent as he pushed his fingers under the hem of the gym shorts. Kaoru grabbed Tamaki's hand and pulled away.
"No, wait. Just wait." His eyes were shut tight.
"Kaoru? It's okay, just relax." He pushed Kaoru up against the wall of the shed and slipped his hand into Kaoru's underwear. Kaoru lost all of his will to fight as Tamaki's warm, soft hand grasped him. Kaoru moaned softly into Tamaki's shoulder. Tamaki was very good with his hands; his fingers were long and slender and dexterous from playing the piano, and he knew just how to use them. His other hand was pressed against the small of his back, and it started to fondle his bottom before the fingers rubbed the rim of his entrance gently. Kaoru's entire body shuddered, and he buried his face in his hands to hide the blush and stifle the moans.
"Kaoru," Tamaki whispered, "Kaoru, I want to hear you. I want to see your face when you climax."
"N-no," Kaoru whimpered, "it's too embarrassing."
"It's only me."
"No, it's because it's you, that I don't want you to see me like that."
Tamaki chuckled. "Please? I want to see it."
After a pause, Kaoru took his hands away from his head and leaned his head back against the wall instead of into Tamaki's chest so that his face was visible and the sounds from his mouth were clear. Tamaki smiled, and Kaoru thought he would melt when he saw it. "That wasn't hard, right?"
"A-ah, senpai...nnn—oh!"
"It's okay, Kaoru. Don't hold back."
"T-tah—ah! Tamaki!"
Tamaki blushed at the sound of his name. Not a nickname, no honorific, just his name, plain and simple, deliciously spilling from his love's lips. He held him close so that he wouldn't fall as he came down from his climax, and Kaoru sighed, his eyes a little watery. He was too nervous to look at Tamaki's face.
"Here," Kaoru said quietly, reaching into the front pouch pocket of his sweatshirt tank top and pulling out a handkerchief. "I use it to wipe my face when I work out, but you can use it to clean that up."
"Are you sure?" Kaoru nodded slowly.
"Yeah. It's not like I need to exercise now," Kaoru joked.
"Heh. Yeah," Tamaki replied, wiping up the mess. The two caught their breaths, and while Kaoru wouldn't look at Tamaki, Tamaki couldn't stop looking at Kaoru. "Kaoru...could I, um, could we just kiss for a bit? I just still need to feel you."
Kaoru bit his lip and nodded. Tamaki moved in slowly, and from the second their lips touched, he felt all of the love that Tamaki had been holding in flood into his body, increasing the guilt and pain he held in his heart. The kiss was slow, and long, and deep, and passionate, and he let himself be overcome by it. Their tongues didn't fight, they danced a waltz, and it was bittersweet. Tamaki also thought of all the hurt feelings he'd been harboring. Trying to convince Kaoru that he really loved him, not like the other who had used him, and wanting to have that love in return, and coming so close just to lose it again, and it was just like the kiss in the rain. They both let some tears fall, and it was almost healing in itself. They had things to work out, but Tamaki was sure that it would work out well. How could it not?
They finally separated to breathe, and Tamaki smiled. "Kaoru, you're so beautiful...can I touch you a little more?"
Kaoru grabbed the hem of his pants. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Not there, just here," Tamaki said, pushing his hands underneath Kaoru's top and relishing the smooth skin stretched over his torso.
"I guess," Kaoru muttered, turning his face. He felt dirty.
Tamaki pushed it up just enough to reveal his bellybutton, flicking his tongue into it, and then up a little more, and then his hands pushed up to touch Kaoru's nipples delightfully. Kaoru squirmed. "If you make it too good, I'll get hard again," he whined.
"That's okay, isn't it?" Tamaki looked up at Kaoru's face for a second before looking back down to continue his ministrations when he stopped in his tracks. "Kaoru...Kaoru, what is that?" His fingers slid over a mark on one of Kaoru's pecs.
"Um," Kaoru stuttered.
"Another one," Tamaki noted, "here, further up..." His eyes widened and he looked back up at Kaoru. Kaoru couldn't bear to see the look in Tamaki's eyes, but he wasn't stupid enough to avoid his gaze.
"Tamaki," he whimpered.
"Are these...are these..." Kaoru nodded. "...love bites?" Tamaki finished incredulously. He recoiled like he was disgusted, and the shirt fell back down a little over Kaoru's chest.
"I—I'm so sorry," Kaoru gasped, starting to cry. "I meant to tell you, I really did—but then, we got carried away, and—and—" Kaoru reached a hand out, but Tamaki took a step back and pointed his finger out at him.
"Kaoru, don't make excuses." Tamaki's voice cracked. "Just tell me what happened."
Kaoru grabbed his hair in frustration. "I—I screwed up! Last night, after you left—and he was being so nice to me, and I don't know what's wrong with me, and I just—I just—I don't know, I don't know!"
"Did you fuck him?" Tamaki shouted, and Kaoru started to wail.
"Yes! Yes, and I'm so sorry! I've never regretted anything more in my life! Because when—when he touches me, I hate it, and it feels so awful and—ahh, it makes me sick! It made me physically ill! So much that I was actually vomiting this morning. Oh, fuck, what have I done? And when you came, I—I knew I had to tell you, but being with you just feels so good that I didn't want to ruin it yet, because the way you make me feel—oh, no, oh no, oh no, oh no—"
"Kaoru, Kaoru, just stop!" Tamaki almost reached out to comfort him, but it was difficult. He had felt a twinge of fiendish delight at the fact that being with Hikaru had that sort of effect on him, and that he himself was very much the opposite—but no, this wasn't okay.
This was not okay.
Kaoru bit his lip, but it didn't stop him from blubbering like an idiot. He was sure this was the first time he'd seen Tamaki cry. "Tamaki, I—"
"Stop—stop, don't say that right now. I can't." The blond gritted his teeth and turned away.
"Wait. Please. You can't what? You can't—you can't do this anymore?" Kaoru thought he might die. It hurt just to exist. He reached out to touch Tamaki, but his hand was slapped away.
"Not now!" Tamaki stood up with his face in his hands. "I don't want to hear you say my name that way. I can't look at you. I can't breathe. I need to leave." He started to walk out, even dressed as he was.
Kaoru was gasping for air, and his hand clutched the fabric of his shirt that lay over his heart. "This isn't it. Tell me this isn't it!"
Tamaki stopped at the door, and without turning around, said: "I don't know anything anymore."
When Hikaru arrived at home after school, he was tired, and eager to see his brother. "Kaoooruuu!" he called up the stairs, "are you feeling any better? Should I make you some...soup...Kaoru, what happened to you?" He saw Kaoru's feet peeking out from under the desk, which meant that he was distraught and in the fetal position, and was kicked into "protective older brother" mode.
"Kaoru. Kaoru? Come on, you have to talk to me." The only response he got was a loud, strangled cry. "Come out from under there. I just want to talk—"
"I don't want to talk, right now! I just want to be alone!" Hikaru hesitated before crawling underneath the desk to join Kaoru. "What are you doing," he cried, "there isn't enough room here!"
"Shh," Hikaru responded, wrapping an arm around his brother. "It's okay. I'm here now."
"Nngh," Kaoru sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I don't—I don't need you, Hi-Hikaru."
Hikaru blinked. "Kaoru, what happened?"
Kaoru pushed his brother weakly, to no avail. "Just go. Everything's ruined."
"No; no, it isn't." Hikaru took Kaoru's head in his hands. "Whatever happened, whatever happens, that doesn't matter. I'm here."
Kaoru opened his eyes and looked up. His eyes were glassy; his cheeks were pink; the tears clung to his eyelashes prettily; his hair was mussed from where he had grabbed at it. Hikaru couldn't help himself, and pressed his lips to Kaoru's. For a moment, it was like the world was in slow motion. Kaoru tilted his head instinctively; his hands, trembling, took a hold of Hikaru's shirt by the collar. Hikaru pressed his body closer to his brother, hungry for his touch, and traced the top of his tongue along the side of Kaoru's up the underside, along his teeth and the roof of his mouth, enjoying the warm, smooth feeling of it.
Kaoru imagined those words coming from someone else. Those hands, those lips, that feeling of bliss...in his mind, it was Tamaki. The warm, slick tongue in his mouth was Tamaki, trying to taste him; the cool hands that went from his face to his hair to his neck to his hips. The only thing he wanted, needed, was Tamaki. But it suddenly hit him that this wasn't Tamaki.
They separated for a moment, and when Hikaru went in for another kiss, Kaoru held him back. "N-no. I said it already. I'll say this now. Hikaru, I want to be with Tamaki. And that's it."
Hikaru was too stunned to stop Kaoru from leaving.
After sitting there for what felt like an eternity, it finally sank in.
Maybe he'd really ruined things with Kaoru, even if he wasn't sure what went wrong between his attempt at reconciliation the night before, and now.
Hikaru went to the only person he knew would talk to him. He rubbed his arm nervously, still not looking at the other. After a long pause, he said: "Am I a real idiot? Am I a bigger fool than King?"
Mori stared at the red head for some time before answering. "Maybe."
Hikaru was admittedly surprised, but Mori had no reason to not be entirely truthful. "Well...what should I do? What do you do when you hurt the person you love the most?"
"Hm..."
"What would you do if you hurt Honey-senpai?"
"That's easy. I wouldn't," Mori replied sincerely.
Hikaru cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean? What if it happened anyway, by accident?"
"Then I guess I would do everything I could think of until he forgave me."
"What if you run out of things to think of?"
"Then you aren't thinking hard enough." Hikaru was frustrated. "Hikaru," Mori said, sitting himself on the floor, cross-legged, "join me. Meditate. If it's meant to be, you'll figure it out."
After a moment, Hikaru decided he had nothing more to lose and sat on the floor.
Kaoru had run. And run. And run. And run, until his legs gave way from underneath and he collapsed onto the ground. The sun was setting, and it was starting to drizzle. "What do I do?" he asked no one. There were kids playing in the nearby soccer field, and he was jealous of their laughter and mirth. A car went by. Beside that, he was alone. No one was out walking by the bridge or the park or anything. Alone.
Kaoru looked around and realized the neighborhood was almost familiar. With his terrible sense of direction, it had gotten dark and the rain was hard by the time he arrived, but he'd found it. Honey-senpai's house.
"H-Honey-senpai!" Kaoru cried, "am I stupid? Am I the biggest fool?"
Honey was taken aback. "Kao-chan, it's okay! Calm down!" He tried to be soothing, but he was panicking, and Kaoru cried harder. "L-look, Kao-chan! Here's Usa-chan!" He held out his cherished doll to the crying boy, who looked up and slowly took it into his arms. After Kaoru started to calm down some, he started: "You keep saying 'this person' this, and 'this person' that—but what about Kao-chan's feelings?"
"Huh?" Kaoru squeezed the pink rabbit in his arms.
"What I mean is, maybe you're not thinking enough about yourself? What makes you happy? Forget about all those other things and do what's right for you."
"What's right for me? That's not important."
"Let's not think about Hika-chan or Tama-chan for a second."
"Honey-senpai...how?" Kaoru blushed and sniffled for a moment. "How did you know?"
Honey smiled. "I just know."