This event happened during the week preceding the midterms. After hitting Matsukata, the director of a cram school/daycare, 3-E found themselves needing to replace the injured old man. So here they were, before the almost dilapidated building, waiting for their judgment.

"I see," the girl drawled, obviously angered by the group yet containing her nerves. "So it was Isogai and his classmates," she mused, a dangerously broad smile breaking on her face. Her arms crossed over her chest, chin slightly tilted upward, eyes slanted, and her feet tapping the ground at a high pace, Matsuoka Haruhi oozed the word "mad."

"Ah, Matsuoka-senpai, I didn't know you worked there too," Yuma managed to utter in a bashful voice as he rubbed the nape of his neck, trying to shield his classmates from the chestnut brown-haired girl. "Uhm, me and my classmates are here to give you a hand until the principal gets better," he explained, his eyes darting to the side, either to dodge Haruhi's cold eyes or to look behind her at the building, no one knew.

Haruhi sighed, she rubbed the bridge of her nose before lightly shaking her head. "Well, I supposed you are," she said as she began to scan them with a single sweep of her eyes. Although Haruhi knew self-defense and the rudiments of judo, something Mitsukuni taught her in her former life, she met enough fighters to notice one. The life of aristocracy Tamaki gifted her came with its danger, and the number of bodyguards she saw couldn't be counted anymore.

What's more, with Senpais like Takashi and Mitsukuni, Haruhi didn't have a choice but to be exposed to strong fighters daily. With a single glance, she could tell that all these teens knew how to put up a fight. She raised a dubious eyebrow as she hadn't expected the outcome, but shrugged it off as it didn't concern her.

"Before going in, should I give you a rundown on how we work?" she asked, her eyes inquisitively sweeping the younger teenagers. She received a lukewarm reaction. Some shook their head negatively. Others nodded. The remaining gave a strange mix of both. Haruhi sighed, how were they going to make it through the day with this amount of motivation?

"Anyway, you'll see soon enough," she dismissed her own question, feeling like explaining would take up too much time. She walked to the entrance, was about to pull the door open when she stopped as if remembering something. "Right, my name is Matsuoka Haruhi," she introduced with a light bow. "While we're working with the children, you can call me Haruhi," she said, a charming smile on her lips.

Some swooned at the sight of it. What to say, Haruhi was the "Natural Type."

Haruhi twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing a patched ground and rudimentary walls. "Guys," she called out to the children. "Principal got into an accident, so these guys are going to replace him for the time being, got that?" she asked. Her voice was clean with an undeniable authority at its edge. The children chorused in agreement as she spoke, making them out to be a bunch of disciplined angels.

Haruhi smiled, satisfied with their answer. "Good, then I'll let you guys greet each other, I'll be back shortly," she told them, lightly waving. The moment she closed the door, all hell broke loose.

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"You!"

"Oh my, he's at it again."

"Don't come near my daughter!" the child barked, his voice a bit high pitched and with undeniable childishness coating it.

Isogai, the subject of the accusation, remained dumbstruck. "Uhm, are you talking to me?" he confirmed, a finger pointing to his face as he crouched to the boy's level, a wry smile on his face.

The boy harumphed. He puffed his chest out, probably to seem more intimidating, and tilted his chin to look down on the raven head. The display of intimidation look cuter than scary to outsiders, but that wasn't the question.

The boy, like all the children, was quite short compared to the 3-E students. He had short platinum blond hair, with some bangs that covered his forehead. His round face kept some baby fat, and his cheeks had a healthy glow. As for his eyes, they were a beautiful blueish green. Overall, he looked like a foreigner, a small prince straight out of a fairytale book.

His clothes only reinforced the image. With a white dress shirt, pastel blue shorts, knee-high white socks, and sleek shoes, he looked like a small aristocrat. Truth be told. There was a certain discrepancy between the kid and the nursery.

"Uhm, kiddo—" the blond glared at the address, you could see in his eyes that he felt offended. "I mean, what's your name?"

The child snorted at the question. He threw his head back, making his hair sway and shine under the artificial lighting. Someone must have turned on the special effects because 3-E swore they saw roses bloom behind him when the boy introduced himself.

"Matsukata Tamaki!" around him, some of the other children cheered, as if to encourage his antics.

Isogai, like his classmates, paused at the introduction. They took a closer look at the male narrowing their eyes. "Matsukata," Nagisa echoed with a small frown as he rubbed his chin. "Like the principal?"

"Haaah? You don't look alike though?" Terasaka grunted in disbelief as he leaned to have a closer look at the blond's face.

Tamaki seemed profoundly disappointed in the bunch, and 3-E felt somewhat hurt by the look in his eyes. "Are you stupid?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Of course we don't look alike, Sir Matsukata is my foster father," he said.

Terasaka wanted to snap at the blond's words but stopped when he heard the entirety of his sentence. It didn't stop some from snorting— namely Karma.

Kayano seemed puzzled though. "You call the principal Sir?" she asked, slightly put off by the address, it sounded so formal, so adult-like, it didn't fit a child.

Tamaki looked at her up and down, as if to assess her. He didn't like this woman he concluded, but his instinct as a Host kicked in, he must treat every lady at the best of his abilities. "Why, of course! Sir Matsukata is a kind Sir! I must shower him with the utmost respect!" he passionately declaimed.

"Is-is that so?"

Tamaki gave a firm nod. "Of course! In this life, if Haruhi isn't my most important person, then it is Sir Matsukata!" he proudly stated. 3-E swore they heard some of the children sigh in admiration while whispering lines along the words 'so cool!'

Karma stared at the blond boy silently. Although he acted exuberantly and somewhat haughtily, there was no denying that he was charismatic. Charismatic enough to have the entirety of the nursery children under his commands— maybe the word was strong. But Karma had to admit that the boy was the King of the nursery, and his position was practically unshakable.

"Say, Tamaki, right?" the redhead called out before crouching to look at the blond in the eyes. "You called Haruhi your daughter, she's way older than you though?"

Thunder seemed to strike Tamaki's, poor heart. He brought a hand to his chest. "I—" he stuttered, not finding words to refute as his figure began to waddle from side to side until he found a corner. He crouched down drawing circles and growing mushrooms. "HaruhiisgoingtofindaboyfriendandgetmarriedandIwon'tevenbeoutofelementaryschoolyetmylifeistrashIamtrashmommywhereareyou—" his voice grew smaller and smaller, but his unintelligible words never stopped.

Karma could feel some of the children glaring at him. He blinked, this wasn't the reaction he expected. He thought the blond would put up a fight, cry and whine at most, not this. He was left baffled and flabbergasted and mentally told himself that he didn't want children once he grew up.

Like a savior, Haruhi came back, a bag of groceries in hands. The moment she entered, a girl, with pink hair— Kiyashiki Sakura, the Diva of the nursery if Tamaki was the King, tugged at her dress. "Haruhi, Tamaki is growing mushrooms again," she informed while pointing at the depressed blond in the corner of the room.

Haruhi's eyes widened, she didn't think he would get into it. It had been some time since it last happened in her watch. She handed the grocery to Sakura, telling her to bring them to the cupboard and store them— there were some chips and snacks. Haruhi walked over to Tamaki. His ranting came to her ears and she understood how it came to be.

Easily, she picked him up by the armpits. Do not underestimate her strength, Haruhi was much stronger than she let on. "What is it, Tamaki?" she asked, and the blond snapped out of his mushroom growing activity to focus on her. "What did you hear?"

Tamaki remained silent. His lower lip trembled, his eyes watered, and he threw himself in Haruhi's arms.

3-E swore they heard some of the children coo and whisper words along the lines of "it's true love."

"Whoah Haruhi! Don't leave Daddy behind!" he cried, Haruhi refrained herself from blushing when she reminded herself this was Tamaki speaking and he was currently seven. "Don't find a boyfriend, and don't get married!" he bellowed.

The children mostly ignored the scene, perhaps were they used to it, but 3-E was left totally bemused. Isogai especially didn't think Haruhi had so much patience with children. Then again, he mostly saw her interact with adults and teenagers.

"I don't want to ever get divorced!" the blond continued to whine in the tall girl's arms, his small hands tightly held onto her wool jacket, twisting and crumpling it.

"They married?" Nagisa muttered feeling the situation wasn't quite right. One of the drawing children next to him lightly hummed.

"When Haruhi-nee came for the first time, Tamaki begged her to marry him," he explained, his hand holding a red crayon as he drew some type of flying snake— was that a dragon? As he drew a dragon on the paper sheet.

"Is that so."

It was the kid next to the dragon boy that answered. She beamed at Nagisa. "Yep, and Haruhi-nee said yes!" she happily told him. "Tamaki even gave her a ring, look," she said pointing at the woman's hand, and sure enough, on her ring finger, Nagisa could see a small plastic ring.

It was a fushia pink color, not very fashionable and probably not Haruhi's style, but she still wore it. From the looks of it, Tamaki either busted all his economy in a toy shop, or he got it in a kinder. Nagisa was tempted to go with the second option, but his guts told him it was most likely the first one.

Haruhi heaved a sigh, she gently patted the boy's back— the way she used to pat their children's back, and hummed some sweet melody to his ear. The tune was unknown, and that was normal, it was one Tamaki dedicated to her a few months into their marriage.

Tamaki hiccuped. He rubbed his eyes and laid his head on Haruhi's shoulder. He felt insecure with their age gap, and the fact that he was the one to fall for her first, although they were once married, apart from memories, there wasn't much tying them to this time.

"It's okay, Tamaki, I'm not going anywhere," she murmured, her voice sweet and caring, underlying affection in her tone as she gently stroke his back.

Tamaki hummed. Even if he threw tantrums to keep her attention, Tamaki knew that the day Haruhi wanted to go, as he was now, he wouldn't be able to do a thing. "I want to grow up quickly," he told her in a whisper, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

Haruhi merely hummed, a peaceful smile on her face. She sat in one of the nursery's corner, on a chair, away from the others, it seemed like they were the only ones in the world. Anyway, Isogai and his classmates were supposed to care for the children, she would trust them.

"I want to get married again," he mumbled, and he heard Haruhi affectionately giggle before she laid a small kiss on his forehead. He blushed harder. "I want the world to know you're mine— I'm really scared Haruhi," he whispered, nuzzling his head into her neck.

Haruhi nodded. "It's okay, I'll wait for you," she whispered. She peeled him off her shoulder, bringing his head into her hands as she carefully kept his cheeks into the palm of her hands. She brought her forehead to rest on his, lightly humming their tune.

Just like you waited for me.

Matsukata Tamaki

Matsuoka Haruhi

I don't remember if I already put her picture up