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𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙷𝙾𝚆 , 𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚈𝙰 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂 –––– he seems to know everything about the inner - workings of haruhi’s family life ( though , whether or not this was due to their father’s constant GOSSIP is neither here nor there ) . it never ceases to AMAZE haruhi , his somehow limitless knowledge of those around him . today was kotoko’s BIRTHDAY , haruhi’s late mother . for the last nine years , it had been a somewhat bittersweet day –––– a time of remembrance , of silent MOURNING . after having gotten through their daily host club meeting without so much as an utterance of their mother’s name ( haruhi was never one to acknowledge these things aloud ) , they gather the last of their belongings and prepare to leave .
haruhi and kotoko had developed somewhat of a TRADITION before her passing . on the day of her birthday , there was never a party , or dinner at a fancy restaurant –––– rather , mother and daughter would split french fries and milkshakes at their local burger joint ( haruhi’s favorite ) . it wasn’t exactly special , but haruhi wouldn’t miss it for the world .
the last club member to leave , haruhi slings their tote bag over their shoulder and makes their way to the doors of music room three when –––– a HAND grabs their shoulder , stopping them from exiting . as haruhi is spun around , a brown takeout bag is thrust into their unoccupied hands . the familiar scent of salt and cheap oil arises from the bags contents , and haruhi knows exactly what’s inside . amber hues rise to meet the knowing eyes of KYOYA , who seems to be staring a something past them . as haruhi follows his gaze , they discover a lone MILKSHAKE placed atop a table nearby . a chair has already been pulled out , angled ever so slightly towards haruhi –––– an OPEN INVITATION .
a wide smile breaks across haruhi’s features so as to hide the beginnings of tears that sting at their eyes . they chuckle , nudging kyoya in the side with their elbow . ‘ i guess the shadow king has struck again , huh , senpai ? ‘ a flicker of GRATITUDE crosses porcelain features as they make their way to the unoccupied table , seating themselves and unwrapping their food . mother , these damn rich kids are full of surprises . . .
lost in thought , in melancholic REMEMBERING , they almost fail to notice that kyoya has joined them in the adjacent chair –––– or that a stray hand has wandered towards their fries . ‘ hey . . . ! ‘ honey - colored eyes narrow to GLARE at kyoya , who has successfully stolen a fry from their plate , but their irritation is short lived . grateful for the distraction ( and the somewhat pleasant COMPANY ) , haruhi nudges the fries towards the center of the table .
‘ here –––– have some more if you’re so hungry . ‘














