Mother Knows Best
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Summary: Haruhi's mother once told her that when little girls grow up, they fall in love with men just like their fathers. A series of oneshots TamakixHaruhi.
Spoilers: Episode 1 and the…coffee scene.
Haruhi's mother once told her that when little girls grow up, they fall in love with men just like their fathers. And since it was her mother who told her, Haruhi knew that it must be true.
Deep down she really hoped it wasn't…
…but her mother wouldn't lie to her...she didn't think…
Tamaki Suoh was a horrible flirt.
Haruhi rolled her eyes her eyes as the blond "prince" dipped one of his screaming fan girls into a romantic pose.
"Would you drink it if we went mouth-to-mouth?" His eyes were hooded, his voice low for added dramatics as the president of the Host Club convinced his fans to try the scary instant coffee.
"I…I will…" The girl stuttered as the surrounding girls became sparkly-eyed and shrieky over the noble prince.
Haruhi swore she would never be interested in a guy like that, even if he ever did figure out she was actually a girl.
All this fuss over some cheap coffee…
When she was a child, Haruhi remembered going with her father to the grocery store to buy food for a special anniversary dinner her father was going to cook for her mother. Unfortunately for her father, the sea urchin cost more than he had planned, requiring him to convince the fish-lipped meat-market lady to part with her merchandise at half the cost.
When his pleading brown doe-eyes failed to melt her heart, Ranka leaned across the counter and captured the lady's hand in his own. He stroked the top gently with his thumb, gazing at the blushing meat-market lady with hooded eyes.
"You have the most wonderful hands." His voice had deepened, and Haruhi swore she could make out roses in the background. "So pale and soft, they are like a lily among thistles…"
Needless to say, the lady not only gave them a discount on the sea urchin, but threw in some tuna for free.
Her father was a horrible flirt.
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