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[February 10] [Ouran Koukou Host Club] Hardly Belittling
Title: Hardly Belittling
Day/Theme: February 10 / the lost husband
Series: Ouran Koukou Host Club
Character/Pairing: Tamaki, Kyouya
Rating: PG
Tamaki learned quickly, and what he learned the fastest were the things that, on a large scale, mattered the least. Like academia. Like girls’ names.
And while the hedge maze on the school grounds was certainly one of these insignificant things, and while Tamaki had been in it exactly twelve times before today, he had no knowledge of how to get in it.
Or, even more pressing at the current time, how to get out of it.
Lucky number thirteen, he supposed.
“He-ey!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, concerned about being late for his next class. It’s my first day here… even if I am an attractive young male on the upper crust of society, if I arrive late, sensei could hate me and make me her slave boy for the rest of the year. Ah! What shall I do? I am not fit to be a slave boy! Oh… what would mother think of that?!
“Hey.”
Tamaki looked up. A bespectacled boy looked back.
“The exit’s that way.” The boy lifted his arm. No sooner had he made the movement that Tamaki flailed and turned a corner to perceive a sweet, sweet opening to the outside world.
“Whaaaa!! Thank you, mommy, thank you!”
Tamaki’s bouncing stopped when the other boy turned flashing lenses upon him.
“Mommy?”
“Ah! My apologizes. I’d been thinking about my mother before and…” Tamaki paused to scratch his chin. “But you know… you do look like maternal material.”
“Excuse me?”
Tamaki grinned and held out a hand.
“I almost forgot! I’ve yet to introduce myself. Ah, how rude of me. I’m Suou Tamaki, though you may call me daddy!”
“Hmph. I refuse to do so.” But the other boy was smiling. “Ootori Kyouya. Shall we head off to class?”
“Yes, mommy!”
“Daddy, would you stop that?”
“Ehhhhh, you said you wouldn’t call me daddy!”
Tamaki learned the fastest about the things that didn’t matter.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make friends with only a name.
Day/Theme: February 10 / the lost husband
Series: Ouran Koukou Host Club
Character/Pairing: Tamaki, Kyouya
Rating: PG
Tamaki learned quickly, and what he learned the fastest were the things that, on a large scale, mattered the least. Like academia. Like girls’ names.
And while the hedge maze on the school grounds was certainly one of these insignificant things, and while Tamaki had been in it exactly twelve times before today, he had no knowledge of how to get in it.
Or, even more pressing at the current time, how to get out of it.
Lucky number thirteen, he supposed.
“He-ey!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, concerned about being late for his next class. It’s my first day here… even if I am an attractive young male on the upper crust of society, if I arrive late, sensei could hate me and make me her slave boy for the rest of the year. Ah! What shall I do? I am not fit to be a slave boy! Oh… what would mother think of that?!
“Hey.”
Tamaki looked up. A bespectacled boy looked back.
“The exit’s that way.” The boy lifted his arm. No sooner had he made the movement that Tamaki flailed and turned a corner to perceive a sweet, sweet opening to the outside world.
“Whaaaa!! Thank you, mommy, thank you!”
Tamaki’s bouncing stopped when the other boy turned flashing lenses upon him.
“Mommy?”
“Ah! My apologizes. I’d been thinking about my mother before and…” Tamaki paused to scratch his chin. “But you know… you do look like maternal material.”
“Excuse me?”
Tamaki grinned and held out a hand.
“I almost forgot! I’ve yet to introduce myself. Ah, how rude of me. I’m Suou Tamaki, though you may call me daddy!”
“Hmph. I refuse to do so.” But the other boy was smiling. “Ootori Kyouya. Shall we head off to class?”
“Yes, mommy!”
“Daddy, would you stop that?”
“Ehhhhh, you said you wouldn’t call me daddy!”
Tamaki learned the fastest about the things that didn’t matter.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make friends with only a name.