She was fuming, anger boiling from each of her nerves. It was irrational, she knew, but there were just some days when she couldn't deal with the human being known as Suoh Tamaki. And this was one of those days.
"Haruhi, I'm sorry…" A pitiful whelp of a blonde man was splayed on the floor, seemingly trying to get her attention. She just huffed in annoyance and looked away, pretending to stare outside the window.
"It was just a mechanical pencil-"
"You promised me you wouldn't sell any of my belongings again!" She barked. "And I actually liked that pencil!"
"I'll give you another one!"
"I don't want anything from you!"
"Haruhi, don't be angry at Daddy. Father loves you very much-"
"Would you cut it out with the father thing for once?!" She shouted, standing from the window sill. Her eyes were focused on Tamaki so she didn't notice they were gathering an audience. "I'm sick and tired of it! I'm not your daughter, and I will never be! You should really stop thinking of me like that!"
The poor boy seemed lost at this statement. "But you're my little girl. How else should I think of you?"
She snorted. "You should figure that out yourself!"
After that, she dashed towards the velvety red couch where her school bag laid and with a stifled "I'm off to the library", she left the music room with a loud bang.
Five pairs of eyes looked back at the blonde handsome male sitting cross-legged on the floor, still staring after the brown-haired girl. After a minute, he asked "What does she means by "figuring it out myself"?" rather foolishly.
Five sighs were heard after that, in honor of the oblivious Host Club king.
Word Count: 291
For the Drabble Prompt Challenge - #19 Oblivious
