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Kyoya stared listlessly at his computer screen, blinking a few times to try and clear his vision properly. Ah, he was so tired. Kyoya removed his thin glasses and set them to the side before pinching the bridge of his nose to fight off an oncoming headache and to try and get back into focus. He had a lot to do today and he couldn't afford to slack off like this. He shook his head a bit before unfolding his glasses and placing them back over his eyes. He sighed softly and let his fingers run across the keyboard once more.

After a moment of this, Kyoya suddenly a soft pair of hands slide onto his shoulders and begin to gently massage them. He smirked a bit. Only one host club member would actually be brave enough to approach him while he was working. Kyoya stopped typing for a moment and let his head fall back a bit. "Thank you Tamaki." He murmured as he felt Tamaki's hands place a bit of pressure over the nape of his neck.

"Of course mommy dearest," Tamaki responded. "Goodness, your shoulders are so stiff. You mustn't push yourself so hard. It isn't healthy." He advised. Kyoya didn't respond right away. He allowed himself to relax for a bit longer before answering.

"It's not like I have much of a choice in the matter." He stated simply, shutting his laptop. "It's just something that I have to do." Tamaki pursed his lips a bit and Kyoya shook his head. "Stop your pouting Tamaki. Being an adult means you have responsibilities you have to adhere to. That's all there is to it." Tamaki didn't say anything, thinking over what was said.

"Well..what if you didn't have to be an adult?" He proposed. "Just for a little bit y'know?"

Kyoya turned in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, greatly unsure of what he meant.

"Well...exactly what it sounds like I guess," Tamaki answered. "What if you cold sort of just be a child again? Just for a few moments?" He suggested.

"Well, I imagine everybody thinks about that," Kyoya said with a little shake of his head. "But it's not something to actively wish for. To be a child means you lose what privileges and responsibilities that you have earned as an adult. To lose the status you have gained with time." Tamaki huffed.

"You're thinking about it in the wrong way!" He scolded softly. "Being a child means you don't have to worry about those responsibilities! You don't have to think about your stresses or your troubles anymore. Don't you think that would be great?"

Kyoya pursed his lips a bit. Why was Tamaki telling him this? "I..suppose so," Kyoya admitted. Perhaps being a child could have its nice points. However, there was no point in thinking about it too much. No matter how nice it sounded, it was but a thought. Tamaki, however had a little idea.

"Kyoya, are you busy after school today?" He asked. When Kyoya didn't answer, he continued. "Would you please come to my house after school? This might sound a little strange but.." Tamaki paused and looked over his shoulder, as though to make sure that no one was listening. "..I think I can help you relax."

Time passes

Kyoya stepped through the front door of Tamaki's home, with a soft sigh. It had taken a lot of convincing, but eventually, Tamaki had managed to persuade Kyoya to come over and stay the night. Apparently, he had something for him in order to help him relax. That had sounded a bit concerning, but he knew that Tamaki wouldn't leave him be. So Kyoya had gone home, collected an overnight bag, and was picked up by Tamaki's personal chauffeur to bring him back to Tamaki. So now..here he was.

"Oh, I'm so glad you were able to come over!" Tamaki crowed as he led Kyoya to the stairs. "I have so much planned for tonight, and I just know you'll enjoy yourself tonight!"

"Mm," Kyoya responded, not much looking forward to whatever it wasn't Tamaki had planned. Typically his idea of a good time was rather different compared to Kyoya's perception of one. He told Kyoya he was going to have a chance to relax. However Tamaki was likely planning a night of games, movies, and Kyoya wouldn't be surprised if he had invited the other Host club members to come over as well. "So what exactly is it that you have planned for tonight?" Tamaki didn't answer. Instead, he continued to lead Kyoya up the stairs. His silence defiantly concerned Kyoya quite a bit.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, they walked down the hallway, to an unannounced destination. When they reached a certain door, Tamaki paused. "Kyoya." He said. "Remember what I asked you while we were at school? How if you would ever want to be a child again?"

"Yes, I recall you asking me this. Why do you bring it up?"

"Well, I think I can help you." Kyoya was defiantly skeptical, but let him continue. "While I can't, of course, make you physically regress, I can help you mentally regress in a way." He turned the knob to the door and pushed it open. "Kyoya welcome to my nursery."

Kyoya stepped into the room and stood agape as he looked at what was inside the room. The room had a white and light blue color palette and seemed to be furnished for an infant. However, the furniture was much too large for an average infant. The white crib that had a canopy and a mobile hanging above looked big enough to fit an adult. The changing table was the same way. The room had a white dresser with a blue lamp on top of it. A light blue rug sat atop the white and clean carpet. A display case stood next to the dresser and upon further investigation, it held diapers with different designs on them. But they were much too large to fit an infant. And he could only guess that the dressers were filled with clothing for an infant as well.

In the corner was a canopy that held a plethora of stuffed animals and underneath there were two bins filled with an array of toys. And resting inside of the large crib was Tamaki's precious Kuma-Chan, snuggled under a baby blue blanket and a few pillows. And finally, right beside the crib was a white rocking chair. What was this? A nursery furnished for an adult? But why? He turned to face Tamaki.

"Explain yourself." He demanded. Tamaki chuckled.

"I thought you'd be surprised." He admitted. "This isn't exactly common practice huh?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Heh, you're right." Tamaki went and sat down in the rocking chair, folding his legs and intertwining his fingers as he thought of how to begin. "Well, there are people out there who desire to feel a lot younger than they really are. Some in order to relive their childhoods in the way that they wanted them to be, some in order to release stress and anxiety, and some in order to just...be happy!" He stated.

"Okay but.." Kyoya began, his eyes seeming to be everywhere at once. "Why do you have such a nursery? Does Shima know about this?"

"I've told Shima never to come in here and thankfully she's listened to me," Tamaki answered. "I furnished this nursery myself about a year ago. Because I like to age regress. It helps me relieve stress so that I can feel more relaxed during the day. But if an anything Kyoya, I think you're the one who needs to relax much more than I do. That's why I brought you here."

Kyoya faced Tamaki. "So you brought me here to do this? This...age regression thing?"

"Yes."

"No." Kyoya didn't even hesitate for a moment to reveal his displeasure at such an idea. "Tamaki I am an adult. An adult who does not wish to participate in infantile activities such as this. I don't want to do something that strips me of any pride that I may have. So I will have to politely decline."

"Well that wasn't really all that polite," Tamaki pouted. Kyoya shook his head. "Please Kyoya? I feel like could really benefit you."

"How could something like this be beneficial? I've already told you no. And my answer is not going to change just because you insist upon pleading like this." He turned around and sighed. "Perhaps coming to stay the night was not the best idea after all. If you don't mind Tamaki, I'll be taking my leave." He walked to the door and paused a moment. He slid his fingers up under his glasses and pinched his eyes together. Ah, his headache was starting to come back. He shouldn't have to deal with such silly ideas like this. He had too much to do right now. He could hear Tamaki stand and come closer. And a moment later, he felt a soft and cool hand press against his cheek.

"You're going to get sick if you keep pushing yourself like this," Tamaki said softly. "Please Kyoya. All I'm asking is that you trust me. It will only be for tonight. If you don't like what's happening or you want it to stop, then you can just tell me. And I'll stop. I promise." Kyoya didn't turn around. He had to think. Tamaki likely wouldn't let up. And he was much too tired to protest at the moment. Finally, he turned his head to face the other.

"And what would I have to do during this?"

Tamaki smiled and spoke. "Nothing really. Just relax and let me take care of everything. Okay? You won't even have to lift a finger." Well as much as he hated to admit it, that sounded rather nice. Kyoya turned all the way around and sighed.

"Alright Suoh. I will allow you to do this for me. But you have to promise that you will stop if I ask you to."

Tamaki placed his hand on his chest. "I swear. I wouldn't ever want to make you uncomfortable or cause you any trouble." When Kyoya nodded, Tamaki's smile became even wider. "Great! Now, let's get you properly dressed~"