The last few days had been long and stressful for Haruhi Fujioka. Her father had been on her for pursuing his latest 'boytoy', badgering Haruhi to join him as he swooned over the man. Haruhi never seemed to judge her father for his likes and dislikes so she stayed quiet and kept him happy by tagging along. Because of this, the Club was regularly qusetioning her actions when she went directly home, so much so that she got into the habit of turning her phone off most of the day. When she was able to attend the Club activities, Kyoya began warning her if her absenses continued, her debt would grow, to which she simply nodded and continued on with life. It was one of the particular days where she seemed a bit more stressed than usual. Haruhi was exhausted when it was time to join the other Hosts for the Club.
She grabbed her things when it hit 10pm. They continued for so late from brainstorming ideas together for the next big Host hit. They settled on an idea similar to 'Tango Dancing Romeos'.
Haruhi was about to leave when she checked her phone, texting her father to see if he had been drunk about this time. He responded with a text of how adorable she was. Yes, he was.
She sighed. "Well, I probably should go. Dad doesn't like me staying out so late." She quickly returned to the previous night where her father had proceeded to shout a fumbling protest for why people can be icky and that she should stay away from the night. "I got an earful a few days ago..."
Tamaki slowly turned to face her. His suspicion was well known to the other hosts, questioning whether or not she would reveal herself or if she enjoyed Hosting these days. It was Kyoya that had informed him of Haruhi undergoing 'great stress and embarrasment from her father' which left Tamaki dazed and worried over the possible pressure of Haruhi joining her father's 'line of work'. Kyoya quickly ignored him, smirking as he left Tamaki's side to see the progress of the other Hosts.
"Okay..." He turned once more and began walking to the other side of the room, nestling himself to the corner. "He didn't seem as if he was the type to be hard on you, Haruhi..." His look became plagued with a sense of serious drama. "...he was pretty easygoing when it came to you."
Haruhi shrugged. "He's been more worried than usual. Rumors have been going around in our area and he doesn't want anything to happen to me." She gave a light scoff. "It's not like it would though, I don't really seem like a 'prime' target for 'those' kinds of things.
A chill instantly ran up his spine and he quickly moved to suddenly stand in front of her. He relaxed, giving a light bow when looking to her. "Then, allow me to escort you home~!"
She raised a brow. "You don't have to worry about me, Senpai. I've walked home at later times before."
He took her hand and looked into her eyes, his own seemed to sparkle with 'meaning', "If I let you go go home alone now that I know the possible dangers out there, I would hardly be a gentlemen worthy of my title 'Host Club King'!"
She felt her temples ache as annoyance built in the back of her mind. "Okay..." She pulled out her phone, updating her father of the 'situation'.
Tamaki raised a brow of his own. "Hmm? What are you doing...?"
"Texting my dad."
Tamaki's nerves seemed to flare a bit. "...Letting him know I'm taking you home?"
She approached the door and placed her phone back in her pocket. "I told him to rest assured, you are going to personally see me home. He commented and I told him that I'd be leaving now."
"Oh, All right," He walked to her side and offered his arm to her.
She raised a brow once more and left the room. "Let's get going."
He sighed and followed.