Number 03: Lullaby
Rating: K
Warning: Nope. Nothing you need to watch out for in this one. (I know this is rated M, and I promise I'll get to the more limey/lemony stuff later.)
Summary: Kyoya = Mommy. He just doesn't want to admit it.
Words: 173
Kyoya had always been apprehensive about being referred to as "okaa-san" in the host club. After all, he took care of the club's expenses; he made sure everything was set and ready to go; he was the one in charge (who really took Tamaki seriously?). So it only made sense that Tamaki would be "okaa-san" and he would be "otou-san". Though if one was to compare their positions—Tamaki being president and Kyoya being vice-president—then they're whole arrangement made perfect sense.
But that wasn't the point. Kyoya didn't like not being in control. He didn't like being called the submissive one because he was anything but submissive.
Although…as Mori continued to lie in his lap, sleeping soundly and looking more innocent than he could ever look awake, and as Kyoya continued to sing softly under his breath, while absently running his hands through the older student's hair…
…the bespectacled boy couldn't help but allow the small, rather irritatingly honest voice in his head to say,
Maa…you really are the okaa-san, aren't you?