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A/N: Sorry, I know that I should be working on At All Costs, but I'm having issues figuring out how exactly I want to do the next chapter. This is just a little in between fun. I hope you enjoy, I've never done oneshots before. Tell me what you think :)
Three pairs of eyes sent her tense, annoyed looks. She couldn't believe this was happening. This was awful, degrading, impossible. She'd never cheat. The clock in the background ticked, emphasizing the tense silence. She was getting worried. Fifteen minutes had passes, and he still hadn't shown up. Where is he? she thought slightly panicked, looking at the door in anticipation. There were a few more minutes of silence.
The teacher cleared his throat. "Fujioka, where is your father?" he asked in an irritated tone. The boy to her left smirked smugly at her, and she felt the strong urge to smack the look off his face. It was his fault that she was here in the first place. It was him that had knowingly falsely accused her of copying off his test. His fault that her scholarship and grades were now in dire jeopardy and that she was now in this parent teacher conference. His father had arrived fifteen minutes ago, and he regarded Haruhi coldly with his lips curled up in disdain.
Haruhi shrank in her seat. She had told her father about the meeting, begged him to come, but once again, it appeared that he was too drunk/hung over to remember. She felt the feeling of shame scratch at her stomach, but she looked boldly up at her teacher and met his eyes with dignity. If she was going down, she'd go down with her head held high. She knew that there was no chance for her now. It was her word against his and his father's. A lowly commoner against one of the most prestigious families in Japan, and in Ouran that was enough. All the prejudices against her class would be in mind the whole time, and she would be framed and found guilty. She could feel the sting of tears in the back of her eyes, but she pushed them back. "I don't know where he is," she said in a steady voice.
The teacher nodded, and the father raised his head a bit. "How rude, but it can only be expected from somebody of your position," he said with an air of superiority. His child snickered slightly, and Haruhi felt her cheeks turn red with anger and no small amount of fear. So this was the end…
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, startling all the members of the room. They all turned their attention towards the door, puzzled. The teacher stood from his desk. "I apologize, gentlemen" he said humbly as he walked towards the door. "I'll take care of this." As he did so, Haruhi closed her eyes and rubbed her temples wearily. Why couldn't they just hurry up and do it? She knew she had already lost. It would be better to just deliver the blow quickly instead of drawing it out.
"Oh, Suoh!" the teacher said in surprise. Haruhi quickly raised her head in extreme confusion. What in the world? She spun around in her chair and saw the bright blonde hair and the princely stance. What the hell? "I'm sorry, but you'll have to come back later," the teacher said, "I'm trying to conduct a parent teacher conference at the moment."
"How wonderful!" Tamaki said as he slid into the room. "I'm not too late then!" He caught sight of the confused Haruhi, and his smile grew even larger. "Haruhi!" he cried exuberantly. He gracefully bounded across the room engulfed her in a large bear hug.
She vaguely noticed her mouth hanging open in shock and surprise. What was he doing here? "S-Senpai?" she stuttered in disbelief.
Tamaki pulled away and grinned at her. "Oh, look, you're speechless! I'm sorry that I kept you waiting, darling daughter! You must have been so worried." He dramatically flourished his hands as he spoke.
"I beg your pardon, Suoh," the teacher interrupted, "but you need to leave. This is a very important conference."
Tamaki directed his gaze towards the flustered teacher, father, and student. "What do you think I'm here for?" he said joyfully, and he elegantly sat in the leather chair next to Haruhi.
She'd recovered her wits and leaned over in her chair. "What are you doing, senpai?" she hissed into his ear.
The blonde Frenchman chuckled. "Why, Daddy's here for your conference, sweet daughter," he quietly laughed. Haruhi watched with wide eyes as he turned his face to focus his gaze on the other three people in the room. He still had a wide smile on his face, but underneath, Haruhi could detect a seriousness that was very uncharacteristic for her senpai. The blonde folded his hands and leaned forward. "So what is the problem?" he asked in a poisonously sweet tone.
Precisely seventeen minutes later, Tamaki was guiding her out of the room with his hand on her shoulder. He politely bowed to the still speechless father and son. "I'm so glad that we were able to clear this up!" he said energetically. "Now, if you will excuse us." He quickly hurried Haruhi down the hallway and out of sight. She could hardly believe it. Her name had been cleared, and they had won. They had won. She would still be attending the school tomorrow and the next day and the next day. Tamaki hummed a jaunty tune as he walked.
He turned towards her. "Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?" he laughed, hands in his pockets.
She frowned in her confusion. Why would he do that? Why would he go out of his way to come and save her? "Senpai? What was that?" she asked bluntly.
He cocked his head. "What was what?"
She pointed back in the direction of the classroom. "That back there," she said. "In the conference room. Why?"
Tamaki looked at her bemusedly before his eyes widened in realization, and he burst out laughing. He reached out a hand and ruffled her hair, mussing it up. "Now, Haruhi," he giggled, "Daddies can't just miss their daughters' conferences can they?" His voice was bright and light, and Haruhi's eyes widened at the statement
Daddies can't just miss their daughters' conferences can they?
"Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, and she snapped out of her daze. The blonde boy looked at her with concern. "Are you all right? You kind of zoned out there…" He began waving his hand in front of her face.
Haruhi rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist. "I'm fine, Senpai," she said exasperatedly, but there was a slight smile on her face. She directed it towards him. The man who had always been there for her and always made sure to protect her. Like a real dad. "Thank you," she whispered.
