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 “Haruhi, are you ready?” Tamaki called as he aimlessly walked around her apartment. Her dad eyed him from where he was seated in front of a mirror, putting on some lipstick, but otherwise stayed quiet.

Only silence followed Tamaki's question. It's been roughly five minutes since he arrived at Haruhi's apartment and he was given no response whatsoever during that time. He was slightly worried now from the lack of response and probably would have busted down the door if it wasn't for Haruhi's dad constantly watching him like a hawk. A broken door is definitely going to land Tamaki a spot near the bottom of her dad's list – not like he was any further up in the first place.

“Haruhi?” Tamaki called again. Before he could move to approach her room, her dad cleared his throat. Tamaki stopped in his exact position and turned towards him, dreading it just a little.

“Where are you taking my daughter exactly?”

Tamaki looked at him in slight confusion. “The movies? I told you this five minutes ago,” he trailed off. Please not a lecture, not a lecture, he silently begged.

Haruhi's dad didn't really seem to take that as a proper answer. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, his long hair falling into his face. “No, seriously. Where are you really taking my daughter?”

Tamaki always knew that Haruhi's dad never really liked him. He didn't know what was the reason for the dislike (it might be the fact that Tamaki has also claimed to be Haruhi's dad... or maybe it was something else) but to accuse him of kidnapping Haruhi? That was a bit far. Tamaki kept his mouth shut, though, scared that Haruhi's dad really would kick him out of the apartment.

Left with no response, Haruhi's dad called out, “Are you done, Haruhi? Your friend,” he said friend with slight distaste and Tamaki remembered that he need not be offended, “is waiting.”

“In a sec,” a small, muffled voice called back. Tamaki tilted his head. He swore he could hear a little... dare he say, embarrassment in Haruhi's voice.

“Haruhi,” he sang, walking up to her door. He heard a few mumbles of “the enemy is getting too close to home territory,” and “can't trust him at all,” but he ignored them and simply leaned towards Haruhi's room. He knocked lightly on the door, unsure how fragile commoner doors were and silently waited. Haruhi still didn't respond and he sighed, dramatically said that he was leaving and proceeded to “stomp” away before returning to his original spot. Still no answer, until-

“Senpai, I know you're there.”

He pouted. “Come on, Haruhi. It can't be that bad. Whatever it is. And the movie's gonna start in ten minutes and we need to get to the theater in time.”

Tamaki could hear feet shuffling in her room and then the door slid open. Haruhi looked flustered standing there, her hair hanging in front of her face. But it was long. Her hair, that is. Haruhi didn't have long hair. She had short hair. And she was wearing a dress. Haruhi didn't really wear dresses. Tamaki rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. When she was still standing there, Tamaki broke out into a creepy grin (at least that was what the look on Haruhi's face said) and engulfed her in a matter of seconds, squealing on the top of his lungs. In his peripheral, he saw Haruhi's dad glaring holes in his back. He didn't really care at that moment.

“Senpai, you're squishing me,” Haruhi mumbled, buried somewhere underneath the fabric of his shirt.

“HARUHI! YOU'RE SO CUUUUUTE!” he cried, swinging her around in happiness. Even without looking, he could tell she was rolling her eyes. Haruhi's dad was getting up now and stalking over. Tamaki was too into his proud father role to care.

When he finally saw her dad's face right in front of him, he was too late. There was a hand reaching towards him and then his vision went black.

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“Haruhi, don't you have any sympathy for me?” Tamaki whined, cradling his hurt face in his hands. She merely glanced at him and sighed, running a hand through her long (sadly fake) hair.

“You kinda asked for it, senpai,” she quietly pointed out.

Tamaki tried to pull his 'I'm-innocent-what-ever-could-you-be-talking-about?' look but like usual, Haruhi seemed unaffected. “Which movie are we watching, anyways? We've been standing out here for a while.”

“I dunno, actually,” Tamaki confessed.

“What?” Haruhi spun towards him. “I don't have time for your games, senpai. If we're just going to waste time, I'm going home.”

Tamaki, the ever smart and charming man, threw himself onto the other, preventing her from leaving. “You can choose the movie,” he said. It was a slightly desperate attempt and he would probably regret it later when he's shivering in his seat inside the movie theater.

But then again, it couldn't be that bad right?

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It was that bad.

Another thunderclap. Another yelp. Tamaki turned in his seat. He couldn't do this. It was impossible. It was impossible that Haruhi was not the least bit terrified. She was the one with astraphobia. The music built up and the person on screen was running, stumbling, screaming. Tamaki clapped his hands over his ears but then he moved them to his eyes. Ears, eyes, ears, eyes. He couldn't decide which was more important. He would close his eyes but there was always that involuntary reflex to look at the screen no matter how gory or freakishly scary the scene was.

A scream pierced the air and Tamaki – hands over ears, he had finally decided – opened his eyes in shock. There was a bloodstained face with glassy eyes on the screen. He accompanied the first, long pitched scream with his own. A minor chord. A black screen. The same, bloody face flashed across the screen for a brief second. Tamaki was sure he blacked out after that.

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He woke up one minute into the credits. Haruhi was shaking him, looking very much concerned, the names of actors and producers and directors rolling behind her. She relaxed when he finally opened his eyes, resting a hand on his arm. Tamaki tried to focus less on the fact that Haruhi's hand was warm and the spot where her hand was touching his arm was a little burning and more on the fact that he almost died. Along with the fifty other people in the movie. Finally, the aftermath hit him and he cried into Haruhi's dress, “WHY? WHY IS THERE SUCH A THING?” The fabric was nice for commoner cloth, though, he very very briefly noted.

“I'm sorry, senpai. I didn't think you would be that scared,” Haruhi apologized. But Tamaki knew that underneath it all, Haruhi was dying to laugh at how he handled the whole situation.

“Haruhi, why are you doing this to me? You can't laugh at me,” he sobbed.

“What are you talking about?” but the hand covering her mouth and her eyes crinkling in the corners were answer enough.

Tamaki hastily pushed himself off the seat, walking briskly towards the door. Haruhi trailed behind him, a snort once in a while escaping the safety of her clamped mouth. After a few minutes of this half mocking and the usual gasp of “MY EYES” when they exited the theater, Tamaki finally waved a hand, giving Haruhi silent permission to laugh. She burst into peals of laughter and when Tamaki had looked back, he swore he saw tears in her eyes as she bent over her arm on her stomach and grabbed her knee.

“You're so scared of this stuff. Come on, it wasn't that bad,” Haruhi choked out between laughs.

Least to say, Tamaki sulked all the way back to Haruhi's house.

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Somehow on the way back home, Haruhi managed to calm herself down, her boisterous laughter turning into small giggles and then into silence with an occasional snort. Eventually, Tamaki had allowed her to walk next to him, his head hung low in slight embarrassment. This was not really according to the plans (he had none but still; not according to the plans). He was supposed to... do something to sweep her off her feet or something and he only managed to make a fool out of himself. Amidst his thoughts, they ended up back in front of Haruhi's apartment complex. Well, that was a shorter walk than he had expected. Scratching at his neck, he turned towards his friend slash secret date for the day and smiled sheepishly.

“Thanks for the movie, senpai,” Haruhi said. Tamaki swore there were sparkles surrounding her and had to hold back from squealing about how cute she was. (After all, her dad had eyes everywhere.)

“No problem,” Tamaki toed the ground with his shoe before mumbling quietly, “Do you mind never speaking of this around the others. They wouldn't ever let me live it down.”

Haruhi laughed but it was nicer than the previous laughs (probably because it wasn't directed at him per say). He couldn't help but reciprocate with his own fond smile. He could practically hear Haruhi's dad asking what that smile was and why his daughter was on the receiving end of it. But he didn't really have the heart to care at that moment.

Instead, he reached up and petted her head, ruffling her hair back and forth. “I had a good time today.”

“Me too. Especially that part where you acted like a girl,” she chuckled at his pouty face. “But yeah, I had a good time. Thanks, senpai.” And she smiled brightly up at him, sparkles and all.

Tamaki might or might not have floated back home like he was on a cloud. 

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Teal: We have quite a lot in common.

Green: I find you cute. (im a potato)