When Mori woke up, he felt a presence next to him. He pulled to covers aside to reveal Honey curled up against his side. Feeling the sudden absence of warmth, the sleeping boy moved closer to Mori, hiding his face in his neck.

What was he doing in here? Wasn't he embarrassed about what happened yesterday? Mori wouldn't blame Honey if he were. What he did was totally unexpected, and it crossed the line. Honey should be angry with him, not cuddling against him.

Mori froze when Honey began to move. With a tired groan, he opened his big brown eyes and looked directly at his taller friend. Mori looked down at him, remaining completely still. But Honey only smiled at him.

"Morning, Takashi," he chirped. He wasn't in a bad mood at all, like he usually was when he woke up.

"Mitsukuni?" It was the only thing Mori could think to say.

Honey sat up and stretched his arms over his head. "I'm hungry," he said with a satisfied yawn.

"Why were you in my bed?" Mori finally asked.

Honey faced his cousin and tucked his feet under himself in a kneeling position. "I wanted to spend the night with you. It wasn't the first time I slept here, so it's no big deal, right?"

"But..." Mori sat up as well. His face was slightly flushed. "You don't... feel weird about last night?"

Honey's smile vanished, and he shifted uncomfortably. "Can we not talk about that?"

"I think we should talk about it," Mori replied quietly.

"I wonder what's for breakfast," Honey said, changing the subject. His eyes were everywhere except the person sharing the bed.

"Mitsukuni..." Mori warned.

Honey's eyes darted back to him defensively. "What? It's not important, so just forget about it."

"So you're not mad at me?" Mori asked hopefully.

"Why would I be? I liked it and-"

"You liked it?"

Honey blushed. "Y-yeah..."

"Then why did you ask me to stop?" Mori's voice was barely audible. Despite how awkward this situation was, he didn't take his eyes off of the boy.

"I..." Honey's face turned even redder, if possible. He couldn't meet his cousin's gaze anymore. "I don't know."

Mori moved closer to him. His expression softened as he reached for Honey's cheek. "Do you trust me?"

The blonde nodded once, letting Mori touch his face. His fingers were hesitant, barely reaching his skin, and Honey subconsciously leaned into them. He watched his own hands fidget in his lap.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Just know that you can tell me anything, Mitsukuni."

Honey climbed into his cousin's lap, throwing his arms around his neck. He blinked back tears as Mori hugged him back. He knew Honey didn't want to talk anymore, so he stayed silent.

A gentle breeze shifted the branches of the pink cheery blossom trees. It was the first nice day of spring, and the warm air was welcomed by the host club. They had their sessions outdoors that day. The theme was Native American.

Mori sat dressed in brown tribal wear, complete with bright blue beads. Honey sat with him on a red woven blanket under a tree. The girls were smiling broadly, as usual, playing with the feathers in Honey's hair.

The small boy picked up a blossom that had fallen from the tree and climbed into Mori's lap, showing it to him. The latter smiled genuinely and took it.

A pair of glasses watched the small, insignificant interaction. Well, most people would think it was insignificant. To Kyouya, it was very, very informative.

Yes, this was definitely something new. He had predicted it, but he never actually believed it would happen. The cousins loved each other in a way that was frowned upon. Kyouya couldn't help but wonder when and why this had happened. Was it a product of pretending to be lovers for the customers? For the girls, Honey and Mori spent all their time joined at the hip. Their little acts they performed were always hinting at something more.

And how could there be something more? The question bugged Kyouya. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Two men loving each other intimately? What made it worse was the fact they were relatives. On top of that, one of the boys looked like a child. It was too much to comprehend, even for Kyouya.

"Mommy!" A whiny voice sounded. Kyouya winced at his nickname. Every day, he swore to himself he would murder Tamaki for calling him that.

"Don't you have guests, Tamaki?" Kyouya asked, turning to face his friend.

"Not at the moment." The blonde lowered his voice and took a sideways glance at Mori and Honey. "Have they been acting different lately?"

Kyouya had to give him credit. He caught on way faster than he had anticipated.

Maybe the boy wasn't a complete idiot after all.

"It seems our resident Lolita and his protector harbor feelings for each other," Kyouya answered, giving his glasses a tilt upwards.

Tamaki's face lit up at the confirmation of his suspicions. He clasped his hands together in a rather feminine way as he smiled. "Oh, isn't it just romantic,

Kyouya?"

"That isn't the first word that pops into my head," Kyouya half-muttered.

"Personally, I don't see how they can love each other the way they do. It's so strange."

"Mother!" Tamaki gasped. "How can you say that? Any gentleman such as myself can look past the conforms of society, especially when it comes to matters of the heart." The club's president sighed happily. Kyouya could tell he was about to explain some foolish Frenchman views on romance.

"Can't you just see it? A first born son, destined to hold a title he could never want. A strong young man, destined to protect him forever. They are bound together by the confines of responsibility, yet a bond stronger than any other in the universe holds them by each other's sides for eternity. It burns brighter than fire with ten times as much passion. Classmates, club mates, friends, cousins, lovers!"

Tamaki twirled at the last word, obviously proud of his explanation.

"What do you think?" He asked eagerly.

"I think you are too dramatic, and you have an over active imagination."

Still, as Tamaki stalked off, Kyouya couldn't help but notice he saw the odd couple in a new light. Maybe... he wasn't so opposed to the idea of them being together.