@aikowo said: volleyball player sways back and FORTH on host club's couch ( when was the last time she got a proper amount of sleep ? ) , heavy lidded eyes vaguely trained on honey , as she pulls the pink rabbit closer to her , chin sinking into it's head , a yawn escaping her lips as a shiver runs down her spine . when he said she could WAIT for him , she didn't expect the host to take so long ... ( but you don't mind . not really . you'd wait forever for him ; lest you ever admit it . ) instead , offers sleepy wave to the other when catching gaze , before letting eyes shut as she fully lets the weight of her head rest on USA , clinging to the stuffed animal no less like koala . a little nap , at least , couldn't hurt
Day after day he entertained plenty of guests with a personality he really thought nothing of. What others found to be charming was just the result of years of poorly bottled emotion that overflowed the second anyone was kind enough to open him up. Cursed with upholding a set of ideals he didn't particularly align with he sought an image he would never fill until the Host Club reminded him of his roots. Saccharine sweet smiles and bubbly giggles belonged to him whether he liked it or not and it all came pouring out for their guests with ease but his enthusiasm was always reserved lately, for one very important guest.
Takashi had come to pick up on the nature of their relationship, not that Honey was hellbent on hiding it anyway. There was no question from his observant cousin but in subtle mannerisms he could tell Takashi was aware that something had shifted in the air. As slight as it may be, the trained eye was not fooled by the same old rehearsed routine for guests but especially attuned to how that very routine stuttered in the presence of Aiko. Nerves had no place in Honey's demeanor but the way his tone bent around her name likely told Takashi all that he needed to know.
Honey wasn't dense to his own feelings, but he was in no hurry to label whatever his relationship with Aiko actually was. Time together was worth more than the boxes they could cram themselves into. His usual enthusiasm was cut when he saw her dozing off with Usa-chan in hand and a smile, followed by a finger on his lips instructed the other hosts to quiet themselves to keep from rousing her away. Slowly he'd approach, taking a seat beside her on the couch and lips land gently on the side of her head in greeting before he'd stifle a giggle. Softly, his hand would find the courage to tap on her forearm and whisper. "Should I walk you back, Aichan?"









