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A Cause for Concern
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Haruhi had noticed the similarities between her father and Tamaki. It was really quite amusing to compare the two in her mind. The only huge differences she could find were age, class, and dress. She wondered if her father, when he was younger, had been like Tamaki. As long as Tamaki didn't start wearing women's clothes and makeup on a regular basis, she was at peace with the similarities between the two.
The next day at school, she overhead some girls whispering and giggling like maniacs.
"They say girls marry boys that are like their own fathers," screeched one in a high-pitched voice.
Haruhi felt her world crumbled around her. As if on cue, Tamaki appeared at the other end of the hallway, twirling like some demented ballerina.
"Yeah, yeah," she heard another girl say. "And I heard boys marry girls that remind them of their mothers!"
"Haruhi!" Tamaki cried out joyfully, leaping down the hallway. Haruhi felt the urge to bolt, but her legs refused to move.
"T-Tamaki-sempai," she stuttered against her will, throat constricting.
"Yes?" he replied, all sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks.
"Wh-what's your mother like?"
END.
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