Tree (100 words)
Kyouya had been utterly bewildered when he'd found his secretary's desk covered in feather-like tissues.
'Good morning – achoo – Kyouya', Haruhi sneezed, wiping her red nose on another tissue and adding it to the large pile. Kyouya didn't think that was hygienic.
'Are you sick, Haruhi?' Kyouya asked, frowning.
Haruhi shook her head. 'It's the tree – achoo – over there. I'm allergic.'
'But there isn't – ' Kyouya started, only to see a tree beside Haruhi's desk.
'Tamaki brought it,' Haruhi explained, sneezing once more.
Kyouya sighed. 'I'll get rid of it.'
Though he wouldn't mind seeing Haruhi's flushed face for a bit longer. x owari
x omake
'Tamaki, Haruhi doesn't like your tree.'
'Whaaat? She doesn't like it? But – '
'She's allergic to it. Honestly, I'd have thought you'd known what your own daughter was allergic to.'
Kyouya smirked and hung up.
Tamaki promptly went to his corner to mope.