"Tama-Chan isn't feeling very well today." Hunni stage whispered to his customers.

He girls around him turned wide watery eyes to the lump on the couch. Tamaki tossed fitfully in his feverish state—as if aware of the scrutiny. He girls began to squeal about how cue he looked curled up on the couch, which prompted Kyouya to hold his hand up to silence them.

"Princesses, Tamaki will not get better if he can not sleep." He murmured lowly.

His dark eyes watched his friend fidget on the sofa restlessly. With a heavy sigh he rose and strode over to him. He laid a cool hand on Tamaki's flushed face ad smiled softly when the blonde moved into his touch. One violet eye cracked open and gazed up at him blearily.

"Kyouya…" He croaked hoarsely.

Tamaki struggled to free his arms from the blanket tucked around him—then held them out to his friend. Kyouya stared at him for a long minute before pushing his glasses up his nose and settling on the couch. Tamaki immediately scuttled p the cushions and planted most of his upper body in Kyouyas lap. Both his arms wrapped tightly around the darker boys middle—then he dropped back off into sleep. Kyouya glanced up a Hunni and the older boy brought him his ledgers happily.

"Tama-Chan looks better already!" He enthused.

"Indeed." Kyouya smirked before opening his note book. He could see the girls fawning all around them and congratulated himself on the raise of profits.

Subconsciously one hand stroked Tamaki's fine blonde hair while he crunched numbers with the other—never noticing the satisfied smile on he other boys face.