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Closet Case
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"Dont touch my daughter, you perverts!" Tamaki yelled at Hikaru and Kaoru. He was about to continue with his tirade when Haruhi interrupted.
"Hey, Tamaki-sempai, you're always calling Hikaru and Kaoru perverts. But I think you might be a closet pervert yourself." She looked up at him, her eyes devoid of any malice or mischief. Her statement had been completely sincere.
Tamaki blinked at her. The twins stared. The three of them were completely dumbfounded for a whole ten seconds. Then they snapped out of it. Hikaru and Kaoru burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. Tamaki, on the other hand, just burst into hysterics.
"Haruhi! How could you say such a thing about your own father?!" he wailed.
"You're not my father, sempai," she replied coldly.
"Tono's a closet pervert. Tono's a closet pervert..." the twins danced around him, chanting.
"I AM NOT A CLOSET PERVERT!" Tamaki screamed over them.
So they changed their chant.
"Tono's in the closet. Tono's in the closet..."
Haruhi had returned to her normal state of ignoring their nonsense.
"I AM NOT IN THE CLOSET!"
They paused for a moment. They looked at Tamaki, then at each other, then back at Tamaki. Their infamous cheshire-cat grins graced their lips, and they replied to Tamaki's last declaration as calmly as possible.
"So, Tono, you're out of the closet?"
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