The tension between the two heads of the host club was almost palpable while poor Kagome continued to flush more each second that Tamaki had his arm wrapped around her slim shoulders.
"Maah Tama-chan maybe you should let Gome-chan go? I don't think such a shade of red is healthy. Right Takashi?" Honey's innocent voice made the two male teens blink as they turned to the small shota who was holding a plate of cake in one hand as he stood by the low coffee table in front of the three.
Mori stood next to him tall and imposing like a tree. His face passive as he held an untouched plate of cake, no doubt for Honey to eat once done with the one in his own hands.
"Ah. Your other customers are getting upset." His voice was even as he spoke, as if stating the weather. Tamaki blinked and turned to his cluster of customers, left behind in his corner. They had various looks of displeasure, annoyance, and sadness. Giving a dramatic sigh he pulled himself away from Kagome and with a flourish of movements and rose petals made his way back to them. "Ah, please forgive me my beautiful flowers!"
Finally free from the overbearing elder teen male Kagome could only let her shoulders slump as she cast Mori a grateful smile, a new blush dusting her cheeks as he nodded in return to her unspoken words.