Sorry guys. Midterms are pretty much hell-bent on my destruction as a writer. That plus I was working on other stuff… I'm SO SORRY! But here it finally is!

The third music room was silent, aside from the occasional taps on Kyoya Ootori's keyboard. His head was bent over his notebook, as he scribbled down budget cuts, occasionally pounding buttons on his calculator. Kyoya looked at his results and scowled. "That stupid third year with his fast metabolism," he cursed. He took a calming breath, and leaned back in his chair. He had thirty minutes before his first client.

That is, if his first client had actually shown up at school that day. There was a nasty flu going around, and over three quarters of the students were out sick. Even most of the hosts were absent. Only Hunny had managed to come in, despite his crying over how his cousin, Mori, was at home feeling ill.

Kyoya bristled in annoyance. How old did Hunny think he was? Sure, his loli shota personality attracted many clients to the club, but did he really have to act like such a baby?

He relaxed, trying to forget about the accursed cake eating beast, and enjoyed the quiet, until the sound of slamming doors broke it.

Mitskuni Haninozuka skipped towards the pantry, fifteen minutes late. He hung off the door handle, looking at Kyoya with his big, brown eyes. "Do you want some cake, Kyo-chan?" he asked expectantly in his cutesy, baby voice.

Kyoya could have punched him between the eyes. Instead, he remained calm and cool. "No," he replied evenly, and looked to his computer screen, starting to type up an overall expenses report.

"Are you sure?" Hunny checked, as adorably as ever.

"Really sure."

"Super sure?"

"Yes," he sighed, exasperated, eye twitching.

"Oh, okay," the little guy said, disappointed. His eyes lit up, "Positive?" he asked again, hopefully.

"YES!" Kyoya yelled, dropping his breezy façade, and letting his annoyance with the obnoxious martial artist. "Why won't he just shut up and leave me ALONE?" His nostrils flared, but he contained himself, focusing on his work.

"Alright," Hunny said, sounding upset.

Kyoya heard the pitter patter of loafers on the pink, tiled floor, and looked down to see a curious Hunny looking up again with his giant eyes. He had to fight not allow the scowl he was feeling inside appear on his face. It pained him to think that this obnoxious blonde was an upper classman he had to respect.

"Whatchya doin'?" the third-year asked joyfully, forgetting all about how Kyoya had just screamed at him.

"Working," the glasses-wearing boy dead-panned. He hit some buttons on his calculator. Hunny's eyes lit up.

"What's that?" he wondered, poking a button too. Kyoya batted his hand away.

"A calculator," he spat.

The next ten minutes were filled with Hunny asking questions, like, 'What's this? What's that? What are those?" Kyoya answered as calmly as he could. "A pen, my phone, papers." There was a long period of silence, but soon Hunny held up a square, black object.

"What's this?"

"MY NOTEBOOK!" Kyoya shouted, grabbing it from Hunny's tiny hands and flipping through, face paling. The toddler-like third-year had scribbled pictures of the two of them eating cake, playing leapfrog, and coloring together over every page of meticulously recorded data. Hastily drawn, crude portraits of them coated nearly each sheet. Suddenly, Kyoya's ashen face grew very red and very angry. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" he screamed. Hunny shrank back against his chair, biting his lower lip. "This is something children do, not THIRD-YEARS! This is months of hard work that you COLORED on, for no reason at ALL! You are NOT a kid; you're almost an adult, so ACT LIKE ONE!"

Hunny's eyes welled with tears, "I just wanted to play with you," he sniffled.

Kyoya relaxed and glowered at the short older boy in front of him. "It'll never happen." Hunny's eyes widened in shock. Just then, the doors to the third music room burst open once again and their guests arrived.

To Hunny's credit, he did his best to smile for the ladies, but it never reached his eyes.

Kyoya's stomach churned. He had let his emotions get the better of him, and now he was paying for it. Guilt flowed through his veins. He had to apologize.

When the girls had left the room, Kyoya stopped Hunny before he left. "Want some cake?" he asked, restraining the emotion that wanted to pour out with his words. Hunny smiled, knowing exactly what Kyoya was trying to say.

"Always!" he chirped, and Kyoya knew he forgave him.

The two finished their afternoon by playing leapfrog, ordering a fuse ball table, and coloring on blank pieces of paper. "Kyoya?" Hunny grabbed his attention over a third and final piece of cake.

"Hmm?" he grunted, still engrossed with a picture of an airplane he was working on.

"I'm sorry I act like a little kid. Sometimes it's easier to look like a toddler when you feel like one," he admitted, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. A new wave of guilt washed over Kyoya.

"It's okay," he responded, not sure what else to say.

At the end of the day, maybe Hunny wasn't as annoying as he had thought he was.

I feel like there is a break from my writing two weeks ago, and my writing today. Like, the first half is worse than the second? I don't know man.