Schooling
by: sonofon
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Haruhi was still insisting that she was okay, though her face was telling another story.
"You're not," said Kyouya in a matter-of-fact way because it was the truth.
Representation work for the lower class had brought Haruhi into great esteem in the eyes of the people at the community center where she often visited. There seemed to be great respect for her there, and Haruhi was always happy to be able to help those less fortunate, for it was all part of her duty.
When she received an invitation to a free dinner sponsored by the center - the first of its kind - it was her duty, in a sense, to be present.
"You're pregnant," he said in a matter-of-fact way because it was the truth, and pregnant women did not subject themselves to poorly-made, commoner-handled food, if it could even be referred to as such.
"So?"
"Three months pregnant," he emphasized, as if there was a difference between being three months pregnant and four months pregnant.
He did not relent until she agreed that he would appear by her side 'in the event that something short of horrific and catastrophic were to occur.'
A wave of applause honored her at the dinner's end, and Haruhi was grimacing and smiling at the same time, not a good combination.
Before they left, Kyouya dropped a wad of bills on the table. "Kyouya," Haruhi whispered out of shock, "don't do that."
The busboy picked up the money and tried to return it: "Sir, we can't accept tips here."
"It's not for you," Kyouya replied, steering Haruhi away and into a car that was to be headed for a private Ohtori hospital, "it's for the chef to go to culinary school."