Tamaki and Haruhi entered a subway station headed to Ginza. This is Tamaki's first time to ride the subway so he was making sour faces and staring at everything as if he was a little boy.

"Just buy a ticket here and put it through the ticket receiver to cross." Haruhi motioned the actions with her hands and invited Tamaki to follow.

"Ah. I get it. Commoners have such interesting ways of buying tickets, in person and not online." Tamaki put in the coins and pressed the exact same buttons as Haruhi.

They passed through the station as everybody stared at Tamaki.

Although he has lived in Japan for the past 18 years, his blonde hair, deep purple eyes, and unique sense of style always catches the attention of the normal folk.

Haruhi wasn't used to the glances and people asking them to stop to get his autograph. She guessed they know him from his piano recitals aired on television. She grabbed his arm and rushed him to the platform.

As they got into the over-crowded train, Tamaki held her, like he was protecting her from someone. Haruhi wasn't used to this as she normally rides with her father, an okama (cross-dresser), who didn't really protect her; it was usually the other way around.

"What are you doing?" Haruhi asked.

"It's just that there are so many people in here."

"No one will mug me; I ride on the train everyday."

"It's not that, I just don't want to lose you."

Her usually stoic and stony expression, softened for just a little while. She still wondered why Tamaki suddenly became quiet.

Takashimaya was bright, filled with shoppers in easy clothing or ones in the latest styles, and the staff was accommodating and a little too helpful.

Tamaki was home, while Haruhi wanted to leave.

She just needed to buy a bathing suit, some light beach clothing and sunscreen.

As she was quickly scurrying to women's clothing department, she turned around to watch Tamaki, but he disappeared.

He was already at the bathing suit area and picked a tiny white and red polka-dotted bikini for her.

"I think you'll look so pretty in this!" he yelped, which triggered half the floor to look at him.

Haruhi put on sunglasses then stealthily ran to him, placing her hands over his mouth and muffling his "your butt will be so perky with the extra padding".

"No one needs to know anything!"

"But I thought you wanted me to help." He said as he broke free of her chaffing.

"That's a bit too exposed for me" she said as she grabbed a plain navy blue one-piece from a rack that reads "12-14 years old".

Tamaki laughed.

"Haruhi, you're a grown woman now", he gestured to her chest area, "grown up not to be covered up, but for us to see."

Haruhi slapped him.

"You idiot, I'm going to the beach with a bunch of my college friends, it's not like I'm going with the you or the Host Club."

A bit of apprehension struck Tamaki. She was going to the beach, and she didn't invite him. The slight tension was felt by Haruhi too, who just pressed on looking through bathing suits.

"So did you find anything?" the lady in charge asked. "These bathing suits are too young for you, why don't you try this." The woman in a Takashimaya uniform held up a less-revealing two-piece.

"Oh, thank you." Haruhi smiled and took the swimsuit. She tried it on then checked herself out in the mirror. She thought it was a bit much, meaning she is really conservative to reveal her midriff, but she wanted Tamaki's opinion. She wasn't even sure if he was still in the store, or he left, but she went out of the dressing room anyways.

"You look great." Tamaki said with a slight smile.

"Uhh thanks!" she replied stoically, but on the inside she was doing summersaults.

"Hey, when you're done, I got these for us." He held up some sushi he bought from the concessionaires on the basement floor.

"Sure, I'll just get this." She quickened her pace as she spotted ootoro on one of the packages.