Ouran is most certainly not mine.
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To clear up some confusion, the end takes place during the trip to the ocean, or episode eight, when Tamaki is coaxing her out of the armory. Further the very start when she's talking to a female peer is meant to be taking place when she was in middle school, and her gender was common knowledge.
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She had never been able to understand them.
It had been a classmate of hers who had first brought it to her attention. "How do you do it? Act so independent. I can't imagine what it must be like." She was just trying to be friendly. Haruhi knew that. You can't really expect middle school girls to display boundless tact, especially when dealing with someone whose behaviors did not quite fit the expected 'norm.'
Haruhi had found herself unable to reply. It just was how things were. It was what came natural. How do you properly convey that to someone who so clearly doesn't understand? She had tried, and failed, to adequately sate the girl's curiosity before she had turned back to her book.
She understood why the girl had asked to some extent at least. Sometimes she too wondered what it must be like; to fall in and out of love so fleetingly. Yet try as she might, Haruhi just couldn't imagine what it must be like. How it would feel to be on the opposite end of a love letter, or to accept one rather than just politely turning them down.
She experienced a form of loneliness, but it was a familiar one. She was used to solitude. She doubted she'd ever understand what it was like for the other girls, yet she was ok with that.
"You were raised not to rely on others, right? So come. Come here. I'll be here for you from now on. I'll try to have an eye on you so that you won't ever end up alone."
Even if she'd later claim she was just flustered due to the thunder, for that moment as she held him tight, she understood her peers all too well.