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(F/n) = First name

(L/n) = Last name

(C/o) = Country of Origin

Falling Hard

"(L/n)-sensei!"

Kyoya made a lunge for Tamaki, just barely missing by the tips of his fingers as his son began tearing across the apartment's front lot. He called out Tamaki's name, telling him to wait as he frantically shut and locked the car doors before running after him. Tamaki didn't listen, scrambling up the stairs that ran along the side of the apartment complex. Kyoya's heart nearly stopped dead in its tracks whenever Tamaki tripped or wobbled off balance, 85% sure that his son was about to topple down the stairs and crack his head open.

This kid was going to be the death of him.

Thankfully, Tamaki made it to the second floor safe and sound, and he stopped short as soon as he did. Kyoya was breathing heavily as he caught up, hands on his knees. Not so much from the fast climb as from his minute-long heart attack.

Tamaki turned around and tilted his head at his father. "Papa? Where does (L/n)-sensei live?"

Despite everything, Kyoya couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face. A gut reaction to his son's adorableness.

"Promise not to run off like that again and I'll show you." Once Tamaki enthusiastically nodded his agreement, Kyoya took his hand in his and walked them down to (F/n)'s front door. Tamaki happily bounced from one foot to the other, like he was playing an invisible game of hopscotch.

Or he had to use the restroom again.

Kyoya brought a fist up to knock, but Tamaki pulled his hand free and abruptly began smacking both of his hand on the door.

"(L/n)-sensei! (L/n)-sensei! It's us!"

He continued to beat against the door until Kyoya bent down and gently took Tamaki's hands into his own. "Tama-chan? Do we hit things?"

Tamaki tilted his head again. "But I thought you're supposed to hit doors?"

"Hmm… I suppose that's technically correct, but you don't need to do it so hard." Kyoya released Tamaki's right hand to raise his fist and rap his knuckles against the wood, earning a hollow echo in return. "See? You can hear that just as well. And it's soft enough to not scare the person on the other side. Or hurt the door. Do you understand?"

"Oh…" Tamaki nodded. "Okay, Papa. Like this?" He reached forward with his right hand and knocked just like Kyoya had, if not just a bit lighter.

"Exactly, Tama-chan. Well done." Kyoya chuckled as he and Tamaki exchanged a low-five right as the door opened.

"Hello, boys!"

"Good evening, (F/n)."

"(L/n)-sensei!" Tamaki shot forward, wrapping his arms around (F/n)'s right leg. "I missed you so much!"

(F/n) laughed and bent over to stroke Tamaki's hair, replying that she had missed him as well. Kyoya bit back a laugh of his own. He was thrilled that his son's love for his first teacher was so strong.

Even if it became a bit… much at times.

Such as last week, when Tamaki had wanted (F/n) to spend a day with them. Only to learn that she was visiting family in (C/o). Tamaki became an absolute mess of tears immediately, begging his father to fly them out to see her and melting into an impressively large tantrum when his request was denied.

The relief that came from (F/n)'s return the following Sunday was nearly overwhelming. Kyoya practically collapsed back into his airport chair, handmade 'Welcome Back' sign falling to the side as Tamaki launched himself at (F/n) for hugs. And really, considering the 'Meltdown Week' he'd just gone through, Kyoya was surprised he didn't up and propose to (F/n) then and there, if only to keep her in Japan from then on.

As it was, Tamaki had already announced that (F/n) wasn't allowed to leave ever again, and even if she did, she had to take him and Kyoya with. Proposal not included. Kyoya was beyond glad that he'd had the foresight to invite (F/n) along on their own trip to the Canary Isles in a few weeks.

After a few more seconds of cooing down to the little blond, (F/n) straightened her back and leaned forward, planting a kiss on Kyoya's lips without moving Tamaki from his spot. Kyoya gladly responded, fighting the overwhelming urge to deepen the kiss.

What? He'd missed her, too.

When they broke apart, the couple shared a soft smile with each other before their attention was drawn by a loud "Hey!" Kyoya looked down in surprise to see his son glaring up at him.

"What?"

"No fair, Papa! You get (L/n)-sensei all night so I get her now!"

(F/n) let out another loud laugh, turning her head to the side and bringing a hand up to her mouth. "Hehe… maybe Tama-kun has a point, Kyo-kun!"

"You haf'ta share, Papa!" Tamaki stomped his foot for good measure.

Kyoya couldn't do much else but blink. He wasn't sure if he thought Tamaki's possessive actions were cute or something to be concerned about. Before he could decide, however-

"Hmm? Who you?"

The three of them turned their heads towards the sound of a nearby door opening and the little voice that accompanied it. (F/n) leaned herself forward a bit to see around her door frame, big smile still in place as she greeted Haruhi. But the little girl wasn't looking at (F/n) or Kyoya.

Taking another step out the door, Haruhi stared Tamaki dead in the eye and asked, "Who you?"

Both Kyoya and (F/n) had a split second to look back down at Tamaki before he was releasing (F/n)'s legs and rushing over to Haruhi.

"Hi there! My name's Ootori Tamaki! What's your name? You live next to (L/n)-sensei that's so co- OW!"

"Tama-chan!"

Kyoya raced over to his son, easing the boy back onto his feet. Thankfully, even though Tamaki was rubbing his nose and had a frown on his face, he didn't look all that hurt from running into the closed door.

(F/n) hastily locked her door before crouching beside her boyfriend. "Tama-kun, are you okay?"

He nodded, then looked at the Fujioka's door. "Did I say somethin' mean?"

"Oh, no, Tama-kun. See, Haru-chan's just really shy. You might've scared her a bit when you ran at her."

Tamaki's eyes went wide, the barest hint of tears beginning to appear. "I… I scared…"

Just as his lower lip began to wobble, the Fujioka's door opened again. Ryoji poked his head out and gave his neighbor a surprised look.

"(F/n)? Kyoya? What's going on out here? Haru-chan said…" He looked downwards a little more and spotted a sniffling Tamaki who quickly moved to hide behind his kneeling father. "Who's this?"

Both (F/n) and Kyoya quickly stood up, Kyoya gently coaxing Tamaki out from behind his legs as (F/n) explained, "Ryoji, this is Tamaki, Kyoya's son. He got a little excited when Haruhi appeared and I think his enthusiasm might've startled her a bit."

"Is that so?"

Tamaki's lower lip trembled, unable to look at Ryoji and still clinging to Kyoya's pants. Poor boy looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. He hiccuped a bit before slowly moving his eyes away from the floor and up towards the Fujioka's front door.

Just in time for Ryoji to open the door a little more, revealing Haruhi also hiding behind her father.

Abruptly, Tamaki gave her a bow so deep he nearly fell forward. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

Haruhi blinked out at Tamaki before looking up at her father. Ryoji smiled and made a little gesture with his hand. "Go on, Haru-chan."

Taking in a breath, the little girl inched a little further away from her father. Her hands went down to clutch at her red shirt. Tamaki carefully raised his head. The three adults watched with an odd amount of tension. What was Haruhi going to say?

"You…" She took in another breath, then abruptly said, "You very loud."

Ryoji yelped and bent down by his daughter, trying to encourage her to say something nicer while also apologizing to both Kyoya and Tamaki. Kyoya and (F/n) struggled not to laugh, at least a little bit, because even though Haruhi's bluntness was amusing Tamaki looked like someone had just told him all the ice cream in the world had melted. And Haruhi…

"You eyes… purple, why?"

Tamaki's expression shifted, eyes narrowing in confusion. "I… I dunno. They… just are?"

Haruhi frowned, like that wasn't the answer she wanted. "They cool. 'N pretty."

At her confession, Haruhi dove back behind her father's legs, her face a bright red color. Tamaki's reaction was a little delayed, obviously confused by the abrupt turn of events. But when he caught up his eyes practically sparkled with happiness. And (F/n) couldn't help the little giggle that slipped through. It was just too-

"How cute!" Ryoji seemed to agree. "My little Haruhi's never said something like that before! I'm actually a little jealous!"

Kyoya smiled and gave his son a gentle hair ruffle before giving Ryoji a small bow. "As much as I hate to interrupt this budding friendship, I'm afraid that the three of us do have to go. Thank you for allowing my son the chance to apologize to your daughter."

"Of, of course!"

Ignoring Tamaki's distressed whine, (F/n) nodded along. "Yes, thank you, but our reservation is coming up soon. It was lovely to speak with you two."

"Indeed. Come on, Tama-chan. Let's get to you Mitsu-chan's house."

At his friend's name, Tamaki seemed to perk up a bit, but he still looked over his shoulder a lot as he, Kyoya, and (F/n) made their way back down to Kyoya's car.

And for the entire car ride, all he did was talk about the pretty girl he'd just met.

*Time Skip*

"Takashi, this is my girlfriend, (L/n) (F/n). (F/n), this is my other best friend from high school, Morinozuka Takashi."

(F/n) beamed up at the taller man standing on the porch in front of her. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Mm. You too."

The adults went silent for a moment, eyes wandering towards the two young boys gabbing away at each other on the front lawn. (F/n) couldn't help but notice that both Tamaki and Mitsukuni were blond while their fathers had jet black hair. Hm...

"Oh, oh, Mitsu-chan! C'mon! This is (L/n)-sensei! She's dating Papa, but she's also my teacher! She's real nice!"

At the sound of her name, (F/n) quickly abandoned her train of thought and smiled brightly down at the children now hurrying across the lawn towards her. With a quick glance at their fathers, she took a few steps to meet them halfway and crouched down, giving them a big smile.

Without so much as a prompt from his friend, Mitsukuni bounced right up to her and bowed, clutching a small pink bunny to his chest as he did so. "Hi! My name is Morinozuka Mitsukuni! And this is Usa-chan! Are you really teaching Tama-chan?"

"I am! It's wonderful to finally meet you, Mitsu-kun! And you as well, Usa-chan. Tama-kun's told me nice things about the both of you."

Honey's eyes grew even wider with happiness, looking sideways at his friend before diving straight into a conversation with (F/n). It wasn't often that Mitsukuni met adults who would greet Usa-chan back. She really was nice!

Meanwhile, back on the porch, Kyoya was mentally preparing himself for the verbal smack down he was sure to receive. For a man who didn't say much, Takashi could definitely tease just as bad as Hikaru. Especially when it came to his friends. Sure, it was a fun personality quirk when Kyoya got to tag-team with him when Hikaru dated Akane, but now that Takashi's attention was turned to Kyoya? This was bound to be embarrassing.

Takashi way of warning was to clear his throat, a small evil smile curling his lips.

"How late should I expect to keep Tamaki-chan? No overnight bag?"

Kyoya took in a breath, forcing himself to turn and meet his friend's eyes. The light grey color was twinkling with mirth and deviance, Takashi clearly enjoying his opportunity to tease his friend. Kyoya didn't understand it. Why did his friends seem to enjoy teasing him more than anyone else?

Surely they knew of the consequences by now?

"No later than 10, I assume, though I'll text you if we end up being a little late. And no, no overnight bag. I was under the impression that you'd need a night without any screaming. After all, Mitsu-chan had a sleepover at Hikaru's house last week, did he not?" Kyoya gave Takashi a side-smile as his face flushed a dark pink. Bulls eye. "Out of curiosity, will Mitsu-chan be spending the night at my house in the coming weeks? You know how I like to prepare for those ahead of time."

"Shut up." Takashi's face went even darker before he practically shoved Kyoya off the porch and towards (F/n). "Go before I make you take Tamaki-chan."

"You wouldn't." Kyoya is highly tempted to make another joke but decides not to push it. Because while it's true Takashi wouldn't put Kyoya in a position like that, he also knows more than a few stories about Kyoya's youth that he'd prefer not reach his son's influential ears.

*Time Skip*

The couple pulled into the parking lot just as Kyoya's watch read 6:58.

Perfect.

Kyoya didn't make it to (F/n)'s door in time to open it for her, his girlfriend already standing by the front of the car and gazing out over the low iron fence that separated the parking lot from the beachfront. The Pacific Ocean stretched out before them towards the horizon, white wave crests making the water shimmer even in the late evening light. The view was most definitely breathtaking. Well worth the long drive.

"(F/n)?" Kyoya offered his date an elbow. "Shall we?"

(F/n) giggled in response, "We shall." She looped her arm around Kyoya's elbow and let him lead them towards the front doors.

The wait staff was as courteous as ever, and as they were lead through the restaurant Kyoya was once again stopped every couple tables to be greeted by some wealthy individual or another. (F/n) tried not to be put off by it. She was proud of Kyoya's impressive job and how he could handle the high ranking attention… but it's hard to have a date when you're constantly being interrupted.

"Ootori-san, your table."

(F/n) blinked herself out of her internal sulking, eyes widening as she and Kyoya walked through a pair of glass sliding doors and onto the balcony. A single table waited near the edge of the structure, providing the perfect view of the beach and ocean. (F/n)'s mouth fell open a little as she and Kyoya walked across the tile, the staff retreating back indoors for the time being.

Kyoya pulled (F/n)'s chair out for her, smiling as she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. The staff had done well with the table set up. The flickering candle at the center gave it the perfect romantic ambiance… or perhaps that was the red rose resting on (F/n)'s plate. Whatever it was, (F/n) was grinning at Kyoya from across the table and she didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon.

"You're too much."

He didn't bother to deny it.

Especially considering their waiter was walking towards them with the bottle of wine Kyoya had ordered with their reservation.

A minute later and Kyoya lifted his wine glass from the table, gesturing for (F/n) to do the same. "To our first public appearance as a couple. A belated celebration though it may be."

(F/n) laughed but let their wine glasses clink together regardless. She took a small sip before shyly peeking over the rim. "Well, I must say, Ootori-san. Your romantic side is starting to grow on me."

Kyoya's response was to shoot her a wink from across the table.

Soon enough the pair fell into conversation. They discussed the upcoming Canary Isle trip a little more, which lead to a reprise of Tamaki and his objective cuteness whenever he played with kids his own age. By the time their meals arrived, the sun had all but completely set and the couple was engaged in a lighthearted game of footsie, semi-permanent blushes adorning their cheeks.

(F/n) hummed and brushed a stray flyaway back behind her ear. It was her turn to pick a conversation topic, but she was having a hard time focusing with all her attention being drawn under the table.

"It's your turn," Kyoya reminded, teasingly poking at her ankle with the toe of his shoe.

(F/n) hummed again, a giggle mixing in with the noise. "Alright. Um… oh, did you have any more questions about my trip to (C/o)?"

"Hm?" Kyoya glanced up from his soba noodles, eyebrow arching slightly. "Not really. I asked all the questions I had during our last date at your apartment."

(F/n) abruptly looked to the side, her cheeks burning a much darker crimson than before. Her free hand came up to try and cover the bottom half of her face, but it did nothing to hide just how flustered she was. Across the table, Kyoya lowered his chopsticks and nudged at (F/n)'s foot for her attention.

"(F/n)? What is it?"

"I-uh… I just asked because…" Her eyes flickered to meet his gaze before dropping back down to her own meal. "We… um… well, we didn't really talk all that much that afternoon, now did we?"

Then it was Kyoya's turn to blush harder. He ducked his head a bit and cleared his throat. "No… I suppose we didn't."

(F/n) took a hasty bite of her meal, fighting to keep her smile in check. She hadn't expected Kyoya to be this cute when she started dating him. Once they had both recovered from their embarrassment somewhat, her foot was given another little nudge.

"It's still your turn."

"Okay… oh!" She straightened up in her chair. "I guess I was wondering earlier… oof, how to phrase it? Well, when we dropped off Tama-kun at Morinozuka-san's house I noticed how both you and Morinozuka-san have black hair and Tama-kun and Mitsu-kun have blond hair. I suppose that got me thinking… Morinozuka-san and Mitsu-kun… are they more like you and Tama-kun or Hitachiin-san and Kao-kun?"

Kyoya hummed around his mouthful, buying himself time to chew before answering, "Takashi decided to adopted Mitsu-chan after I brought Tama-chan home. Tama-chan had been transferred to an orphanage nearby to help with the adoption process and Takashi came with me. While I was filling out paperwork, Mitsu-chan went right up to Takashi and started talking with him about cake. Apparently it was love at first sight. Takashi submitted his application that week. As for Hikaru? He married his high school sweetheart when they were attending college. When they graduated they decided to have Kao-chan right away, blaming Takashi and myself for making them babysit and giving them baby fever. I believe they're also blaming us for their current pregnancy, too."

(F/n) giggles at the cute story. "Wow, it seems like you and Tama-kun really kickstarted a lot of families, hm?" Another giggle, this one meant to hide the other question that had been circulating in her brain for months.

"(F/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I know what you want to ask."

She blinked, eyes widening a bit... but Kyoya didn't look upset.

He sighed and leaned back a little in his chair, eyes drifting up towards the dark sky. "I'm grateful that you haven't pressed for the rest of mine and Tama-chan's story. There are so many people who do and it's not something that I feel is meant for just anybody to know. But…" His eyes realigned themselves with (F/n)'s. "I want to tell you. You're… important."

*Flashback*

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ootori."

"Afternoon." Kyoya barely managed a nod in the secretary's direction before he was hurrying past the desk and down the hall. Absentmindedly he threw away the take-out coffee cup he'd been given at the morning meeting, using his other hand to all but punch the 'Up' elevator button. His foot began to tap impatiently, eyes bouncing between his watch, the glowing lights above the elevator, and the sign for the stairwell on his left. Maybe those would be faster?

The elevator doors gave a pleasant ding before Kyoya could pursue the thought further and he rushed inside. Pressing the buttons for the 5th floor and to close the doors in quick succession, Kyoya resumed tapping his foot and hoped that no one would call for the elevator on his way up.

As if the universe could hear his pleas and was feeling unusually kind that day, Kyoya got his wish. He was quick to exit the elevator before the doors even fully opened, hurrying down the hallway. As he walked (no, he did not jog, no matter what people say), doctors and nurses alike gave him warm smiles or the occasional word of welcome. None of them seemed particularly bothered when he chose to ignore them.

After two right turns, Kyoya came to a stop at a grey door that he didn't hesitate to open. There was one nurse standing inside who was looking over a small monitor, but when she saw Kyoya coming through the door she smiled, collected her things, and walked around him to leave.

Kyoya didn't stop her, dumping his briefcase on a chair as he approached the clear bassinet. After a quick detour to roughly scrub his hands in the sink, Kyoya peered inside at the little baby within.

"Hello, little Tama-chan."

Tamaki immediately gave a joyful giggle, kicking his feet with a big smile that Kyoya was helpless to return. Kyoya knew in the back of his mind that Tamaki's vision wasn't good enough to actually see his face unless he was up close, but neither did it really matter. With another soft coo of the boy's name, Kyoya reached in and carefully lifted Tamaki into his arms. Walking over to the window, he sat down in the rather puffy chair and helped settle Tamaki more comfortably in his arms.

For the following two hours the pair interacted without distraction. Sometimes Kyoya would whisper stories to Tamaki or he'd just be quiet and let the boy babble. He'd walk the two of them around the room or rock the boy back and forth or sit as still as possible, usually while Tamaki held onto one of Kyoya's fingers.

Kyoya did his best to ignore the emotions roaring inside of him. He knew he was in massive trouble, but he didn't care. Ever since he first saw Tamaki's purple eyes and happy little smile he'd been totally and completely captivated. Hook, line, and sinker. And the feelings had only intensified over the past two weeks, getting stronger every minute he spent with Tamaki.

He wasn't scared that Tamaki would be an orphan forever. No, his cute babyish charm and happy-go-lucky attitude would land him in a home perhaps the moment he was released from the hospital.

But… whenever Kyoya thought of someone else holding Tamaki, smiling back at him… his stomach twisted painfully. There was never a guarantee that they would love Tamaki the way he was meant to be. That they would be prepared for the hard work that came with parenting. That they would understand the miracle in their arms and what his first hour of life and entailed.

His own father hadn't.

A knock at the door jarred Kyoya out of his inner turmoil. He didn't say anything to allow entry, because it wasn't his to give. It wasn't his room. The knock was merely to alert him that someone was coming in, whether he wanted them too or not.

He was the outsider, here.

To Kyoya's surprise, it was Mr. Roux. The hospital's director. His legs tensed up on instinct, ready to lift Kyoya to his feet to better greet the man, but he remained still. Tamaki was snuggled up to his chest comfortably. Kyoya wasn't going to ruin that. Before he could question why the older man was there, Mr. Roux lifted the bottle of formula he had been holding by his side.

Kyoya relaxed a bit, holding out his left hand for the bottle. "Thank you, Roux-san. Have you finished with your meetings for the day, as well?"

"Not in the strictest sense." The man gave Kyoya a lopsided smile as he handed the bottle off. "I have another one in about two hours across town, but before I leave I wanted to visit you."

"Me?"

"Yes. And you weren't exactly hard to find." Mr. Roux watched in temporary silence as Kyoya shifted Tamaki until he could bring the bottle to his mouth. It wasn't until the baby was sucking away that he continued. "Mr. Ootori… today is your last day in France, is it not?"

Kyoya's entire posture went stiff. His didn't raise his eyes from Tamaki's face, but had become acutely aware of where the director was standing.

"Yes… my flight leaves tomorrow at 1 pm."

"Hm. We're going to miss you here. You've become a part of the daily routine, as I've heard it."

"I suppose one could say that. I'll be visiting tomorrow before I leave for the airport."

"To say goodbye?"

Kyoya swallowed. He didn't want to be talking about this. Didn't want to think about it, either. He stroked Tamaki's arm with his thumb, an overwhelming tightness filling his chest like he was drowning.

"I know how you feel about Tamaki, Mr. Ootori. Everyone knows. All it takes is a few minutes of watching you two together to tell that you were meant to find each other."

Kyoya shut his eyes for a moment, ducking his head a little like he could hide the fact that a tear was rolling down his cheek. He wanted to say something, but didn't dare to open his mouth. He had no idea what would come falling out. His thumb continued to rub at Tamaki's arm.

Mr. Roux didn't move or speak until Kyoya had pulled the nearly empty bottle away from Tamaki, the baby's eyelids fluttering with sleep as the adult holding him struggled against his tears.

"I can't tell you what to do… but damn it all if I don't give you a good shove."

Kyoya jumped in his seat at the sound of something heavy being dropped on the small table next to his chair. He looked away from Tamaki and eyed the thick stack of papers now resting beside him. He looked up at Mr. Roux, who was actually… smiling?

"These are all the procedures that will allow you to adopt Tamaki. It will take some time, no amount of money or name drops will help you there… but it can be done. And as soon as you become Tamaki's father, he'll be an official Japanese citizen. And don't try to thank me, all I did was print out all the links the staff sent me. They're the ones who did all the digging."

Kyoya's mouth had fallen open. He didn't know what he should be looking at. The papers, Mr. Roux, the door, or Tamaki?

In Kyoya's arms, Tamaki let out a giggle in his sleep. Almost like he knew what was going on and couldn't be happier.

The heavy feeling in Kyoya's chest dropped out, being replaced by something akin to a bubble of hot air. He began to cry in earnest, bringing his free hand up to cradle Tamaki's face. He'd been forcing himself not to consider it, because he knew he wouldn't change his mind once the idea was there. But now… the idea of not needing to say goodbye to Tamaki. Watching his grow up. Showering him with the love and giving him the wonderful life he deserved…

Kyoya was unashamed to admit his voice shook as he attempted to thank the director. At least, that's what he assumed he was saying. Words weren't really working at the moment. Eventually he stopped trying and just cradled Tamaki a little closer, kissing his forehead and beaming down at him as Mr. Roux slipped back out of the room.

In the hallway a large gathering of all the nurses and doctors in the maternity ward were waiting for him. He let his gaze scan the crowd, meeting as many hopeful looks as he could before letting the smile slip through and nodded.

They dissolved into a mess of cheers, hugs, and tears.

*End Flashback*

"I officially adopted Tamaki about a year and a half later, and I suppose the rest is history."

Kyoya came down from his reminiscing to find (F/n) resting her chin in the palm of her hand, staring at him with a small smile on her face.

"What's that look for?"

"I think I just fell for you a little further."

The bluntness of her confession caught Kyoya off guard for a moment. Or perhaps it was the leftover emotions from telling his and Tamaki's story. But whatever it was, Kyoya found himself moving to copy (F/n)'s pose, maintaining eye contact as he thought up a proper response.

"That's good to hear. Maybe if I keep it up you'll catch up to me."

(F/n) blushes but doesn't look away, practically sinking into the eye contact and the glow from the candlelight.

Yup. Definitely falling.

Awww… cute chapters are my jam! I just felt like shoveling fluff onto you guys for the time being as an apology for how long you all have to wait.

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