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The thing about Tamaki is that he's hopelessly backwards. He thinks that a trip to the mall or the convenience store can do the wonders that a month's stay in Fiji cannot. He thinks polyester is a luxury and wants the host club to wear graphic tees with the tuxedo's bow printed on, never mind a real one made of silk, cast that aside.
Tamaki also thinks Hikaru and Kaoru can grow stronger even as they grow apart. That Mori and Honey aren't merely master and servant. He thinks that Kyouya needs to learn to think in terms other than yen, even though such a notion won't serve a future captain of industry well.
Tamaki Suoh thinks that anything can be solved with teamwork and a smile. That friendship is real and that love is as simple as putting two fingers over your lips and blowing between them.
The tea is ready.
Honey-sempai serves irregular blocks of toffee instead of the exquisite dark chocolate from Vienna that you've never tasted. Tamaki hovers nearby, wandering in circles to the other girls during the day's host club session. You bite into the caramel. It is the one exception you allow among the sweets you stay away from. It is the caramel you grew up on, the caramel that mother used to buy you, that melted in your hand on a warm summer day like this one. It makes you smile.
Tamaki comes orbiting back, begging for a taste. A child in an adult's body. A heart that goes untarnished.
The thing about Tamaki is that he's hopelessly backwards.