She didn't know how she should have reacted. The way he touched her, spoke to her. It was a feeling she didn't want to lose. But it was strange. she was haruhi fujioka, and he was umehito nekozawa.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki burst through the door of the 3 music room only to find that the girl of whom he spoke of was nowhere to be seen. "Mommy where is my precious daughter?" he asked, turning toward his friend kyoya.
Before The boy could respond the doors opened and in came the host clubs favorite cross dresser Haruhi Fujioka.
"Oh Haruhi I'm so glad you are ok! I thought something horrible had happened to you! Never to that to your daddy again." Tamaki exclaimed hugging and spinning the poor girl in circles.
"Sempai I have already told you. You are not my father." Haruhi stated Blankley.
Tamaki ran to the corner weeping lightly as the rudeness of his so called daughter.
"Hurry up and change Haruhi" Kyoya said standing next to her. "This is the fifth time you've been late. Anymore and I will have to charge you. The evil glint on his glasses making him even more threatening. Haruhi ran toward the changing room, not wanting to upset the shadow king.
"Come on tono" Kouru said putting his arm around Tamaki.
"The customers aren't going to want to see you in the corner and not flirting with them." Hikaru finished.
Tamaki stood up. His sour mood gone completely as he started his usual speech about how his duty as a host was to take care of the feelings of each and every girl. Haruhi came out of the dressing room in this day's costume.
"I thought we had already done this cosplay sempai." Haruhi said to Kyoya as she gestured to her cop uniform.
"Yes, but the ladies loved it so much that we had to bring it back!" Hunni exclaimed cheerfully.
Haruhi just sat at her table mumbling about pomptuous rich people. little did she know that she was being watched by a curious boy covered in black.