It was a rather calm day. Kyoya was able to get his homework done before class ended and he had gotten his quiz back with nothing but a perfect score. What was even better was that he hadn't seen Rene, thus he hasn't been teased or taunted all day.

"Kyoya~" Said teen wasn't able to turn before a force collided with him and an arm wrapped around his shoulders. A disgruntled glare was shot toward the light haired brunet, but it didn't garner him much of a reaction when his friend chose to shoot a disarming smile toward the girl Kyoya was just talking to. Maybe he spoke too soon.

"Sorry, princess. I just saw Kyoya and I guess I got a little excited, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important."

"Oh, no, no!" The girl's face flushed a pretty pink as she waved the faux concern off. "We were just talking, I'm sure you have something more important to discuss, Tamaki-san."

"Just Tamaki is fine, babe." Kyoya almost rolled his eyes when he winked at the girl. It was one thing for Tamaki to be so openly flirtatious, but it's another to see that a girl was actually falling for it. "Forgive me, but I'd like to talk to my dear friend."

Kyoya managed to squeeze in a farewell right before Tamaki dragged him away, linking his arms with his own lanky pair. To be totally honest, Kyoya still hasn't gotten used to Tamaki's eccentricities, but he couldn't exactly say he was the worst company to be around.

"How you doin', sweetheart? Wooing the ladies so early in the day?"

"It's already past noon, it's hardly 'early in the day', Tamaki." Said boy grinned at hearing the scoff in his new friend's voice. Of course, their newfound friendship practically become a hot topic once they stepped foot on campus together. A lot of the girls, and some guys, were excited to see two of the most attractive guys in the grade acting friendly toward each other; though, understandably so, some interpreted their being together as another one of Tamaki's flirtatious advances.

"Didn't deny my accusations, I see." He stuck his tongue out as Kyoya snapped open a textbook, disregarding him intentionally. "But it does seem like you're a bit more charismatic lately."

"Was I not before?"

"Not exactly," Tamaki said flatly as twin flashes of auburn caught his eye, making him follow the two boys with his gaze until one of them caught his eyes and sent him a rather nasty glare.

'What a disgusting haircut.' He raised his eyebrows at their hostility, but shook it off in order to return his attention back to Kyoya.

"What I'm saying is that you seem to be a bit more interested in people, genuinely interested." He nipped the retort in the bud. "It shows, buddy, showing genuine interest tends to make people feel like they matter. I'd say that's quite an improvement."

Tamaki laughed while shooting a smile at the teen. He knew that he was irritating the short tempered, because he did have a short temper despite how well he hid it, 15 year old, but Tamaki took pride in successfully getting a rise out of him.

"While I would love to stay and chat, Tamaki, but I must be getting home. Father has returned and he is expecting me to be present at dinner, I have to complete my readings as soon as I can."

"Always the studious one, huh?" The brunet teen tucked his arms behind his head in feigned boredom. "You should just relax once in a while. I'm sure that your asshole brother can't constantly monitor you 24/7, he won't know if you decide to take a couple of hours off."

"His name is Akito, and do take care to not insult him. He does succeed me in terms of education and experience at the moment." Kyoya slid his glasses up as his friend shrugged uncaringly. "Regardless, you should do well to keep your grades up. I know you can do better than what your current grades suggest."

"Sue me, not my fault if I'd rather go to town than hit the books." Tamaki hurriedly pushed against Kyoya's back, urging him to start walking. He knew the earful he'd get if he let Kyoya get on his soap box, might as well get a move on before it could come to that.

"Anyway, you should get going. And don't worry, mom, I'll get my homework done for the night."

"You are such a child." Kyoya sighed to himself. "But I suppose I do have work to do. Will we meet later to discuss this idea of yours you mentioned earlier?"

Tamaki nodded in confirmation, watching as Kyoya left shortly in an ostentatious limousine. He wondered briefly if he should go find Megumi from class B and flirt with her, or perhaps Mei from A, but he ultimately ignored the options.

'Nah, I feel like going to the rose gardens alone this time.' His blue eyes closed in slight irritation. 'Hopefully those year 1 students from the high school won't ambush me this time.'

When his eyes opened, he was a bit surprised to see a boy standing before him. Briefly, he wondered what exactly the teen's name was, going through a list of names before ultimately coming up empty handed and staring at the guy with raised eyebrows.

"May I help you?"

"You Tamaki Suoh?"

Judging by the disgruntled and rather… aggressive expression the guy had on, Tamaki contemplated lying to the dark haired teen. Logically, he knew that it was a bit hard to hide in a place where he was so well known, so he bit the bullet and nodded calmly at the taller male.

"That would be me. Is there a problem?"

"You flirting with my girl, Suoh?"

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

'Dropping suffixes so early? I'm insulted.' He almost rolled his eyes, then groan when a name finally came to him. 'Oh man, lover crazy Ryouta has beef with me? Just my luck."

"What's your 'girl's' name again?"

"You know exactly what it is, asshole!" Immediately, Tamaki found himself against a wall, his blazer twisted up in Ryouta's fists and barely able to put his heels on the ground due to how Ryouta was practically lifting him.

Frowning grimly, Tamaki suppressed a wince. He's dealt with people like him in the past, once they have an idea in their head, they wouldn't listen to reason. Awful to deal with them, but even worse when their attention is on you.

'No amount of smooth talk is gonna cut it, yet violence is a no-go in this world of riches. I'm really fucked… aren't I?'

Despite his reluctance, Tamaki attempted to reason with the teen. Better than letting him bash his pretty face in.

"Listen, I don't know what you think I've been doing, but I haven't been messing with your girlfriend. It's pretty well known that you and Naomi are together, I like to be a free agent in the dating world, but I know to be careful with other people's girlfriends and boyfriends."

"So you do know, Naomi, punk!"

"Listen to me, will ya, asshole?" Tamaki's eyebrow twitched. "I have never talked to her before, so let's calm down before we start some rumors."

'But we're probably too late on that front, judging by how some students are milling around in the corner of my eyes. Those idiots probably think this is a romantic fling and that I won't get my face bashed in.'

"Naomi and I are having a bit of a rough patch in our relationship and you saw it as a prime opportunity to steal her away. Is that it? Well, I'll teach you to steal her heart!'

Before he could talk the crazed lover down, Ryouta's fist cocked behind him, eliciting some gasps from remaining students. Tamaki's eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect to unleash Ryouta's hairpin trigger so quickly. This was going to hurt.

And hurt it did…. But not for him.

Blinking down in surprise, he watched a small blond kid stood up from his crouched position; he had a rather serious expression on his otherwise cute face as he paused for a second before speaking up.

"Beating people up for no reason is cowardly and an abuse of power. Leave and don't cause anymore trouble."

Ryouta rubbed his shoulder, growling darkly while he glared at the young boy. Tamaki was prepared for him to continue where he left off, but instead, Ryouta spat on the ground and backed away.

"Curse you, Haninozuka." And with that, he was gone.

"Are you okay?"

Tamaki blinked slowly, taken aback by several things at that moment: the tough guy act not matching this kid's face, the level of physical prowess he demonstrated, and how he was wearing a high school uniform.

"Yes…" The taller teen said slowly, staring at the supposed high schooler. "Uh, sorry, what was your name again? Isn't often that I'm the damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor comes to save me."

"I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka, and this is my cousin, Takashi Morinozuka."

A tall, dark haired teen appeared out of nowhere with a stoic face. Tamaki was unsure if this Takashi character didn't like him, or if we was always like that, so he rolled with it and nodded to the behemoth.

"Ah, well, thanks, Haninozuka-san. I probably wouldn't have much of a face if Ryouta had actually gone through with the punch."

Releasing the hold on the back of his neck, Tamaki blinked when he saw a spot of light purple on the ground below him. Laying innocently on its side was a cute keychain with a stuffed purple cat hanging on it, so with practiced ease, Tamaki bent down and dangled the charm in front of him.

"Huh, guess this came loose during the scuffle. Hm?"

Tamaki's eyes caught the look on Haninozuka's face, his eyes seemed to glitter as it caught the lavender cat charm, but he quickly suppressed the expression and stubbornly looked away. In curiosity, the only middle school student out of the three casted a glance at the tallest; he had a feeling that the taller male was used to this, though he wasn't sure why.

"Uh, would you like this, senpai?" He offered kindly, holding the charm out. "I don't have much use for it and you seem to like it, so…"

"N-No, I'm not really into those kinds of things." Hani's smiled twitched uncomfortably as Tamaki stared at him, not quite believing him.

"Are you sure? It's not really a big deal, so-"

"I'm sure." The small blond said all too quickly. "I, uh, I have to go! I have to lead the dojo!"

And before he could get another word in, Hani sprinted off, leaving Tamaki and Morinozuka alone in surprised silence.

"… Is he always like that?"

Mori glanced at him before looking in the direction his friend and cousin ran off to. "Ah."

'Is that a yes or no?' He scanned Mori's face for a sign, but it only looked contemplative

"Well, I really do appreciate what he did. And I tend to remember if someone does me a favor." He quirked a smile at the attractive male. "But we can address that later, I suppose you have a cousin to catch up with, senpai."

Wordlessly, Mori nodded his goodbye as he hefted Hani's forgotten book bag over his shoulder, leaving a trail of admirers gazing after him in the process.

"What a stud." Tamaki gave a low whistle, just what was with this school and its amount of abnormal students? With a hand at his chin, the gears in Tamaki's head turned as he glanced around himself, then after the two upperclassmen who left.

"Hm, this could just work out." In one swift move, his snapped his cellphone open, ringing up the only person he would consider calling. It rung for about two seconds before a smooth voice picked up, a slight amount of annoyance underlying in their questioning hum. "Hello, Kyoya? It's me. I've got another idea."


Suffice to say, Tamaki was a bit disturbed at how much information Kyoya seemed to possess. When Tamaki mentioned his encounter with the two cousins and how he needed to talk to them again, Kyoya easily provided him with a time table of their classes.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think that he was a professional stalker." Tamaki blandly eyed the piece of paper, ignoring the students who stopped to gawk at the handsome middle schooler. He sighed as he made his way around the campus, trying to navigate the slightly unfamiliar scenery as he wasn't used to the high school division.

'Curse my inability to follow maps.' Carefully folding the paper in fourths, he stored it away in his uniform as he finally found the building he needed. Inside, Tamaki could hear the combined shouts of students as they punched the air, controlling their movements with precision and focus. Slipping inside without a single sound, he opted to lean against the back wall so that he could wait for the one he wanted. It wasn't long before the person he wanted took notice to his presence and called for their session to end. A few of the students glanced at him, but they quickly left him alone when they saw their captain approaching him, clutching his black belt as if to appear more manly and serious.

"Yo, Hani-senpai." A slick grin spread on Tamaki's face as he held up a white box. "Got any time to spare?"

Blinking in confusion, Hani nodded slowly before following Tamaki outside behind the high school's dojo, giving them privacy from prying eyes. Silently, Hani faced the younger teen, tilting his head slightly in curiosity as he eyed the box Tamaki held. The small cat charm hanging from the handle of the box caught his eye before he tore them away.

"Curious?" The light haired brunet smirked. "It's just a little 'thank you' gift. You helped me out quite a bit, so I figure I'd treat you to some imported cake. Special ordered it from a bakery in France, ya know? It's also a bit of bribe so that you'd consider joining the club I'm making next year."

"Really?!" Hani's eyes lit up in longing, completely ignoring and missing the part about it being a bribe, before a strained smile stretched his lips. His light brown eyes shifted around nervously as he coughed into his fist. "Ahem, I mean…. I-I don't need a gift, Suoh-san. But thank you."

"Hm?" Tamaki blinked in surprise. What a sketchy reaction. "Are you allergic to something in it then?"

"N-No, not exactly…"

"Not exactly…?" A bead of sweat dropped from his forehead. "Which is it? Yes or no?"

"I-It doesn't really matter, does it?" Hani sweated nervously as he crossed his arms defensively, confusing Tamaki more on the matter. "Eating c-cake and liking cute things aren't manly and I have to discipline myself so that I can set an example for the others."

Tamaki's mouth flapped open a little at that, closing and opening several more times as he processed the information.

"Are you kidding me?" Hani glanced at him when he heard his incredulous tone. "That's such a lame ass reason. Having a piece of cake once in a while isn't going to make people think less of you. And I see no problem in liking attractive stuff. Why are you so adamant in being something you're not?"

Because really? There was nothing to really gain from it. Everyone around seems to know about Hani's attempts and while it did garner him respect, it obviously made him upset. Why would someone willingly do that? Tamaki didn't understand. It wasn't a long con, it was just stubbornness.

"I can't." The frustration in Hani's voice was palatable as he clenched his fists. "Everyone is expecting so much out of me and I can't let them down. I'm already smaller and younger looking than everyone else, so I have to make up for it in some way. If denying myself the things I like does that, then that's what I'll do.

"There's no convincing me otherwise, so I'll have to ask you to throw that cake away and respect my decis-. Mph?!" Despite Hani's reflexes, he was surprised when a chaste kiss was placed on his lips, ending his ramblings before Tamaki suddenly disappeared. Blinking slowly, Hani finally registered how Mori now stood with them, a dark scowl and glare set on his face as he eyed the younger boy.

"Ah~" Tamaki grimaced against a rose bush as he noted how the cake box had tumbled to the ground. "That's a waste."

"Leave." A rumbling baritone caught his attention as he glanced upwards and eyed the stormy expression on Mori's face. Warily, he held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I know when I'm not wanted." And with that, he simply got up and left, leaving Hani and Mori to watch after him in silence. Neither spoke even as Hani took notice to a pink piece of paper sprawled next to the dented cake box with simple, scrawled words addressed to him.

Wincing, Tamaki eyed the cut on his palm as he walked away from the disastrous encounter. A thin trail of blood seeped from the wound, forcing him to hold it away from himself to keep it from dripping on his uniform. Normally, he would have just wiped the blood away on his clothes, but given the color of said clothes, he opted not to. At some point, he even plucked a leaf off of a random rose bush in order to try and wipe away the crimson liquid, but it did little to help so he left it to float to the marble floor as he made his way through the rose maze, his sanctuary.

"Man, that could have went better." He sighed to himself. "Maybe I'm losing my touch? Things usually don't go that badly."

Tamaki groaned as he practically collapsed against the marble table located in the rose ridden gazebo. His head tilted back, observing the collective flowers on the ceiling with half-lidded eyes in silence.

'Well, there goes my plan to recruit them. Maybe my approach was too forward? Not everyone can be like Kyoya.' With a sudden cry, Tamaki ruffled his hair with his uninjured hand in frustration.

"Fuck!" He scowled. He never did like failing, but maybe this is what he got for being so complacent with his cushy lifestyle. He probably couldn't even con his way out of a paper bag. "Kyoya will never let me hear the end of this…"

The sudden tapping of heels against the stone pavement made him pause in his internal ranting as a girl in a brown sailor uniform appeared. Her brown hair was bobbed to her chin while her mocha colored eyes stared at him in seriousness, briefly making him note how much brown was on her being.

"Suoh-san?"

"Yes?" He answered slowly, warily eyeing the girl. There was something off about her, but he couldn't remember what. He was obviously from the middle school division, but he doesn't recall ever interacting with someone like her. "Is there something you need of me?"

"I'm here to get some answers." A scowl pressed her lips downwards, causing Tamaki to raise an eyebrow.

"O-kay?" Now this was getting weird. It's not like he didn't notice how ticked off she seemed even if she spoke rather calmly. Calmly, he stood to his full height and made sure to keep the girl within sight. "May I ask your name, princess?"

"I'm Naomi, Ryouta's girlfriend."

'Fuck me. As if this day couldn't get any worse.'

"Haah~" Tamaki let out a breath as he let out a strained smile, hoping that second time's the charm in dealing with crazy lovers. "Well, nice to meet you, Naomi-san. What was it that you would like to ask me?"

"I want to know what's between you and Ryouta. If you're seeing him."

"As I've told Ryouta," he began with a frown. Can't these guys just listen to him? "I'm not seeing either of you. I have no intention of being with either of you or breaking you guys up."

"Then what about yesterday?!" Her sudden cry made him tense in surprise. Fury darkened her eyes as she stomped her heel into the pavement with gritted teeth. "People said that you and Ryouta were together. You're trying to steal him from me!"

"As I said," despite the unhinged look in Naomi's eyes, Tamaki couldn't help the annoyance and frustration that colored his tone. "I've never done anything with him. He was trying to punch me since he thought I was with you. Frankly, you're both crazy as shit, it's no wonder you're together."

"Shut up, you liar!"

Several notched clicks caught his attention and with wild eyes, he caught the sight of an orange box cutter in her hand. Her thumb was pressed against the slider, clicking the blade up a few more centimeters.

'I stand corrected...' A nervous drop of sweat rolled down his temple as he eyed the object in her hand. He was going to be seriously fucked if he somehow doesn't find a way to get around her and through the only exit out of this secluded section of the gardens. In that moment, it suddenly occurred to him that she purposefully positioned herself there, leaving him no room to escape. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and even if he dealt with a lot of shady things in the past, it didn't mean that situations like this doesn't make him nervous.

"Naomi. Put that away." He could at least hope being commanding might change her mind.

"You dirty boyfriend stealer, Ryouta and I were just on break. That doesn't mean we aren't together still." Naomi stepped forward, making Tamaki search desperately for any way out or at least a way for him to defend himself.

'Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!' He backed up slightly, finding the back of legs hitting the marble table. His already small list of options were dwindling as Naomi advanced slowly. Almost like a tiger on the prowl, her eyes never strayed from his and for once in this new life, Tamaki wasn't sure he'd be able to get out of this one. So, with one slit decision, he bolted over the other end of the table, triggering the girl and making her lunge at him with the sweep of her hand.

Narrowly clipping his arm, Tamaki didn't have any time to think about is as he slid under the table and slammed his fist into her stomach. Naomi let out a pained gasp and before she could recover, he quickly tackled her to the ground and let the box cutter skitter away from them in the scuffle.

"Gah!" Blood seeped into his mouth when Naomi's fist swung out and struck his cheek, making him bite into his tongue and fall back in a daze. The girl quickly spun to her knees and lunged for the forgotten weapon, but Tamaki's hand quickly grabbed her ankle in order to pull her away.

It worked until her other heel lashed out and scrapped against his hand, most definitely bruising it from blunt force, but he didn't have time to worry about that as Naomi quickly came upon him. Tamaki's eyes widened in panic as he grabbed the girl's wrists, barely restraining her from plunging the blade into him as she sneered down at him with a screech.

"Damn you!"

And before Tamaki could pick a god and pray, the struggling was over all of a sudden when a blur of periwinkle and black took over. New rounds of screeching and cursing filled the air as Tamaki sat up in a daze, looking around in confusion until he saw a familiar boy restraining Naomi. The stern look on his face didn't change even when he let her go, making her howl in rage and seething at him; she seemed to understand the situation, though, because she quickly turned tail and fled from the way she came.

Tamaki's chest heaved in surprise and adrenaline. Silence filled the area.

'Just… What just happened?' Though the danger was gone, Tamaki was still shaking from the adrenaline and it didn't stop even as Mori addressed him.

"Are you okay?"

Struggling for words, Tamaki breathed before nodding at Mori's back. "Y-Yeah, just a little damaged in the facial region, but not too bad…"

The silence lapsed over them again and slowly, Tamaki began to get his footing back. His breath slowed and the adrenaline was disappearing, leaving his tongue and cheek to ache in reminder of what just transpired. Just for a second, he wanted to dwell in the silence for just one second, but he needed to get a move on eventually; so with a hesitant start, Tamaki spoke up.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why did you come to the gardens?" He blinked curiously at the reticent teen. "I would've thought you'd stick with Haninozuka-senpai after I left."

"…Saw her following you."

"Hm?" Tamaki was taken back a bit. He came to check if he was alright even though he made a pretty bad impression on him? That was… nice of him. "How'd you even know she wasn't someone who I was flirting with? Could've just been a rendezvous."

"Didn't seem right." Mori's broad shoulders relaxed marginally until he was sure the threat was gone, choosing to turn to the teen who was still currently sitting on the marble steps. Offering Tamaki a tan hand, Mori easily noticed when the younger boy stuck out the wrong arm, forcing him to switch which hand he offered a making it awkward for the both of them as they used their non-dominant hand. That wasn't what bothered him, though. Trailing downwards, there was moment before his dark eyes flickered in, somewhat grim, realization as he eyed the thin wound silently, something that Tamaki picked up on as he waved his hand casually with a strained smile.

"Ah, this? Don't worry about it. It doesn't bother me, so don't feel bad or anything. It kind of pales in comparison to what just happened." Whatever Tamaki was about to say next was cut off as the tall teen approached him, gently taking his cut hand in his while the other rummaged in his pocket.

"Morinozuka-senpai? What're you doing" For a brief moment, Tamaki winced at his wording. Considering how badly things could have gone, the wording was in rather poor taste, but his upperclassman didn't seem to notice, so he covered it with a weak chuckle. "I'm fine, something like this won't kill me."

"It's not okay." Mori's deep voice interrupted his protests, effectively silencing him as cloth met his hand. "I hurt you."

A slow breath released from Tamaki at his reasoning. What a strange reasoning to come find him.

"You… I don't really understand," he admitted with the shake of his head. "You just saved my life and you're worried about a cut? That's a bit of messed up logic there…"

Mori was silent for a second as his fingers nimbly tied off the handkerchief around Tamaki's hand, backing away from him as the younger inspected the silk curiously. "Mitsukuni explained the situation. I was wrong to attack you like that."

"It's understandable. You didn't know." And he did, he truly did understand why Mori would jump the gun. Some random kid is suddenly kissing your best friend/cousin? Of course you'd probably beat the crap out of them. Awkwardly, Tamaki scratched his cheek. "Besides, I was being a bit rash to begin with. I do tend to overdo it at times. Kissing people probably shouldn't be my go-to way to surprise them anyway..."

'Harassment never does look good on a resume,' he thought warily to himself. Maybe he should count his lucky stars that he hasn't been punched yet.

"That's no excuse, I failed to use my discipline and let myself get carried away. I could never make up for the shameful act that I committed." Pausing at that, Tamaki lowered his hand with a spark of understanding.

'This guy…' He gave a sigh before smiling lightheartedly.

"You really are like a samurai, ya know? Talking about discipline and all that, even being unforgivably hard on yourself."

"It's not-?!" Stiffening in shock, Mori's words were cut off as Tamaki's lips left his. They were there for a brief second before receding, leaving Mori in a shocked daze.

"Geez, is this going to become a thing with you two? I even said that I should lay off kissing others, but this seems to be the only way that gets you guys to listen." Taking a breath, Tamaki continued on at the expense of the dizzy Mori. "You guys need to stop being so hard on yourself and accept that you need to relax and enjoy yourselves. Life isn't always about strict rules and posturing, I don't like living by such constricting things anyway." Pausing to look at the roses around, Tamaki let Mori have a brief moment to catch up with the situation before he returned to his monologue unapologetically.

"You can't control everything in life and worrying about every single thing is only going to make life stressful. There's no use feeling guilty if you're already forgiven to begin with, so just accept the fact that I never faulted you to begin with.

"Besides, you're a good guy. I may be an ass, but even I don't have the heart to leave you feeling like crap." Mori's eyes widened slightly, unknown to Tamaki as he folded his arms behind his head.

"But man, you two cousins sure have a thing for saving my skin. Maybe I should just keep you guys around me fulltime. Kyoya did mention I had a thing for trouble." Tamaki joked as he stuck his hands in his pockets with a light chuckle. Turning his blue eyes to the silent teen, he flashed him an easygoing smile. "I won't force you, but I really would like it if you and Hani-senpai stuck around. I like keeping people like you guys around, but that's a story for another time. I've been babbling for a while now. Thanks for saving me, senpai." And with the wave of his bandaged hand, the brunet disappeared around the corner of the rose maze, leaving Mori to stare after him until he heard rustling coming from behind him.

"So, what do you think, Takashi?" Hani's voice was comforting compared to the silence Tamaki left, but that didn't stop his slightly older cousin from subtly teasing him in that weird seemingly non-teasing way. "He really surprised you, huh? Not even a real life attacker can faze you like this."

"Hm…" His dark grey eyes trailed to his side and connected with his cousin's lighter orbs. Hani was right, he had always been more of a listener than a talker, and that tended to give the wrong signals to people. He wasn't used to dealing with others like this, especially not someone as unpredictable as Tamaki Suoh. Blinking, he turned away from his cousin's gaze, staring at the white rose on the ceiling of the gazebo that happened to catch his eye.

"But you know, Takashi… I think that maybe Tama-chan is right in some regards. What do you think?"

Just from the tone of his voice, he knew that his cousin was smiling, something he hadn't been doing as much since he denied himself his pleasures and started acting "manly". He, himself, relaxed slightly and nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah."


"Come on, Kyoya, I said I was sorry. It's not like I did anything wrong, they just accused me out of nowhere!" Tamaki complained. Unsurprisingly, Kyoya had heard about the drama that surrounded Tamaki and instantly become irate at the brunet. He wasn't really sure how he knew since no one was around to witness it, except for Mori-senpai, but he didn't push it since Kyoya liked to keep his secrets. He suspected that Kyoya had hidden cameras installed in all the places he frequented just so he could see when he fucked up.

"You're an idiot." The glasses wearing boy pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose as he feigned annoyance before the pen in his hand twirled around and started writing something in that black book that he recently started to carry around. "Can I not leave you alone for two seconds without you causing trouble?"

"What can I say? I'm the life of the party." Tamaki laughed as the expression on Kyoya's face grew darker and dodged the swat to the head before he added salt to the wound and rested his arm on his friend's shoulder. "Speaking of party, I heard that Naomi and Ryouta transferred away. Know the reason why?"

Tamaki glanced at his friend as he continued to write, smiling coolly as he did so. "Now, Tamaki, why would I know anything about their departure?" Raising his eyebrows, Tamaki snorted with an amused smirk.

"What a ruthless guy. Good thing you're on my side, Momma bird's scary~"

"Hm? What's this?" Kyoya's murmur brought Tamaki out of his teasing, making him perk up and follow Kyoya's line of sight to two familiar figures. "Looks like you convinced them somehow."

"I at least hope I did," Tamaki straightened himself and shot Kyoya a flat expression before he turned toward the approaching upperclassmen with a smile. "Hello, Mori-senpai, Hani-senpai."

"Heya, Tama-chan," Hani gave a flowery smile as he happily sat on Mori's shoulders, easily towering over the other two teens in the process. Mori settled with greeting them with a simple nod, a small smile in place.

"Hello."

"We've made our decision, Tama-chan!" Hani hummed lightheartedly as he placed his hand on top of Mori's head and rested his chin on them. His cousin easily adopted the good mood that seemed to radiate from the small blond as Tamaki looked satisfied by the developments. With a smug grin, he glanced at Kyoya, making the other scowl.

"Well then, I guess you could say that this is killing two birds with one stone."

"Not another word from you…"

Laughing, Tamaki grinned at the group. Extending his hand, he held up a folded square of silk with a smirk. The two upperclassmen smiled as Mori grabbed the other end of the handkerchief. Out of the corner of their eyes, a small bit of lavender dangled from the end of Hani's bag, matching the cheerful mood as Tamaki's blue eyes reflected the grin on his face.

"Welcome aboard, Hani-senpai, Mori-senpai!"