"Welcome."
The doors to Music Room #3 opened once again as rose petals fluttered out in a spiral swirl. Seven shadows stood, basking in the light in their police costumes. A theme that Miki has been suggesting and working on for almost weeks, and it wasn't hard to guess where she got the idea from. One look at the strawberry blonde's starry eyes when they were in the prep room, and the answer was pretty obvious. This time, even she requested to join in on the cosplay fun, though once again, it wasn't a mystery why.
A little girl stood at the grand double doors. She had large crystal blue eyes, and her blonde hair was tied into two pigtails. If she hadn't opened the door on her own, one could mistake her for one of those beautiful ball jointed dolls. The little girl stared dreamily at the host club as Tamaki hummed.
"My, what an unusual guest we have here." He reached a hand out before flashing that charming smile of his. "Welcome, my lost kitty cat."
As the little girl continued to stare at the group, Miki approached them from her designated design corner with a curious expression. She tilted her head as she studied the little blonde girl. "Tamaki-kun, she's not a kitty, she's a hu-"
"Metaphor, Miki." Before she could finish her question, Kyoya reminded her as he crossed his arms.
"Ah."
"Kitty cat, where did you come from?" Tamaki asked, leaning forward.
With a slight flush on her cheeks, the little girl raised her finger and pointed at the host club. "Reverse harem!" She stated with no reservation, causing the entire host club par Miki to turn stiff. "This is a reverse harem!" She announced.
Reverse... Harem? Miki blinked as she tried to decipher the strange words.
There was a long silence as everyone just stared at the girl. Tamaki broke first as he began hitting the side of his head gently as if he were trying to get water out of his ear. "This can't be right," He forced a laugh. "Apparently, there's still some water left in my ear from when I was swimming at the pool."
"But we went to the pool almost three weeks ago." Miki pointed out.
"No, no, it's definitely the water, Miki-senpai." Hikaru wore an aloof smile as he also tried to fix his ears.
"The reason why it sounded like this little girl said 'reverse harem' must be because there's something funny going on with our ears," Kaoru added, copying his brother.
Hearing their reasoning, Miki too began to try and fix her ears. "No, she definitely said reverse harem." She concluded once she realized there was no difference in her hearing.
The little girl then raised a finger and said, "Debauchery." Causing the entire host club, par Miki to freeze up once again. "Yay! There is a debauchery here!" She cheered jumping up and down.
Miki quickly turned to Kyoya, who adjusted his glasses uncomfortably. "A reverse harem is when there are a group of men in love with a single girl and debauchery is the excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures." He replied in a slightly awkward and irritated manner.
Blinking, Miki then looked down at the jumping girl who raised a finger and pointed at her and Kyoya. "Clueless harem lead... Glass character..." She then switched to Honey and Mori. "Boy Lolita... Stoic Type..." Then to the twins who grunted uncomfortably. "Twincest... Studyhound." She announced the last one towards Haruhi before turning to Tamaki, who recoiled in fear at what archetype he was about to be given. However, she didn't assign him anything. Instead, her eyes widened with glee. "Big Brother..." She muttered before pushing off the ground and leaping up into Tamaki's arms who hurried to catch her. "You're blond, so you're big brother!" She declared.
"Clueless... Harem Lead?" Miki muttered as she pointed at herself, slightly puzzled.
"Miki-senpai, that's not the issue here!" Hikaru shouted.
"Yeah, another girl is claiming to be milord's sister! Where is your pride?" Kaoru continued, pointing at Tamaki and the little girl who hung off of him like a koala.
"H-Hold on, Tamaki stammered, the shock and confusion present on his face. "As far as I know, I only have one sibling." His eyes darted to Miki, who was still off in her world repeating the words 'clueless harem lead'. "As of late at least..."
"Now that you mention it, maybe you do kind of look alike. You're both blonde and all." Honey pointed out with an innocent beam.
"Honey-senpai, Miki-senpai is also blonde." The twins sweatdropped.
"But they are different shades," Honey stated as he glanced over at Miki. "Tama-chan is blonde, but Miki-chan is strawberry blonde."
"Hold on..." Haruhi was left utterly confused at the exchange. "From the way you guys are talking, you make it sound like Miki-senpai is Tamaki-senpai's sister..." Her voice trailed off as the hosts, except Tamaki and Miki stared back with equally puzzled expressions. They quickly thought back to the day Tamaki announced Miki's identity to everyone in the club room.
"That's right, Haruhi..."Hikaru mumbled.
"... you weren't there." Kaorus finished.
Having her suspicions confirmed, Haruhi quickly snapped around to stare at the two who were allegedly siblings. One was the flamboyant, self-proclaimed 'King' of the Host Club who struggled to pry the little girl off of him. The other was the airheaded, overly energetic production designer of the Host Club who was blankly mumbling words to herself in a contemplative state. Her shoulders slumped as she averted her eyes. "What a strange set of siblings..." She murmured.
"Um... Miss, what's your name?" Tamaki asked, a little lost on what to do.
"Kirimi." The little girl grinned, squishing her cheek into Tamaki's chin.
"Kirimi-chan, you've made some kind of mistake, haven't you?" Tamaki questioned, putting Kirimi down, as he pointed at himself. "I already have a sister."
Hearing this, Kirimi began to tear up as she pouted at Tamaki. "You're not my Big Brother, even though you're blond?" She whimpered.
Tamaki seemed to have taken a critical hit from her as he stumbled back.
Seeing as he was about to lose his composure, the twins dragged Miki out of her little world and pushed her over to the other two blonds. "Miki-senpai, do something!" They instructed.
The strawberry blonde blinked at the little girl named Kirimi as they held a long stare. Lowering herself, she crouched next to the teary-eyed girl and flashed a soft smile. "I'm sure his sister wouldn't mind." She offered. "You can have him if you'd like."
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~Tamaki's Mind Theatre~
Miki holding a sign. 'Big Brother for sale.'
"Miki!" The twins still managed to accomplish their goal by snapping Tamaki out of it, as he burst into comical tears and quickly clung to Miki. "You didn't mean that, did you? Tell me you didn't mean that!"
"Of course I was kidding, Tamaki-kun." Smiling brightly, not minding the salty tears that poured onto her face like a waterfall, Miki giggled.
"Miki!" Tamaki gasped in delight.
"Though, I do feel a little bad for Kirimi-chan."
"I have an idea!" Raising a finger, Tamaki picked up Kirimi and began spinning around like a top with a face of adoration. "All right. As of today, I will become your Big Brother as well, your Big Brother! You're so cute... you're so cute..."
"No matter how easily carried away by your feeling you may be, do you really think you should make such irresponsible declarations to a child that young?" Haruhi sweatdropped.
"I'm not irresponsible! I'll make sure I look after you! So come on home with me!" Tamaki retorted, still swinging Kirimi around.
"What should we do, Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi turned to possibly the sanest and most logical person in the room.
"It's possible that she actually does have a blond older brother in high school, isn't it?" Kyoya placed a hand under his chin, proposing the possibility when the sound of a door creaking open caught everyone's attention.
"Kirimi... Kirimi..." A ghostly voice spoke as a young man with long blond hair and crystal blue eyes, much like Kirimi stepped out behind the door of the Black Magic Club, a room Tamaki has repeatedly emphasized Miki not to step into out of the worry that she will become 'cursed.'
"Um, who are you?" The twins sweatdropped.
"He's a foreigner!" Honey chirped.
"And for that matter, didn't that door just appear out of nowhere?" Haruhi grumbled.
Seeing the little girl in Tamaki's arms, the blond man stepped forth hopefully, muttering her name with two other stepped out of the shadows of the black magic room. One was a maid, dressed in a Victorian-styled gown, while the other wore a black suit and tie.
"Master..."
"...you've forgotten your attire."
Swinging a piece of black velvet cloth over the young man, they quickly covered him and spun him like a tornado. Revealing an all-too-familiar man dressed in a black hood and spotting the cat puppet in his right hand. He grinned deviously.
"Nekozawa-senpai?!" Everyone quickly exclaimed.
"K-K-Kirimi..." Approaching Kirmi, who was put down by Tamaki Nekozawa stuttered. "S-So this is where you were..." His shadow loomed over and quickly consumed the little girl who jumped back in fear.
"Wahhh! A monster!" She screamed, looping her arms around Tamaki's neck in fear.
"It's all right... The cursed puppet Belzenef here is not the least bit scary. The Nekozawa family has worshiped cat-shaped objects for generations..." Nekozawa continued to approach her as he played with Belzenef in his hands.
"I don't think that's the problem here." Miki pointed out bluntly as she tapped her chin.
"It's not the puppet she's afraid of. Nekozawa-senpai, it's you. Yourself." Haruhi followed up with Kyoya nodding behind the two.
"It's because of the way you're dressed, isn't it?" The twins' eyes glistened as they lunged forth, trying to tear off his cloak.
"Don't do that! It's so bright; I'll die!" Nekozawa screeched.
"Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to bright lights. As such, if he doesn't shroud himself in black attire, he cannot endure the brightness, and will collapse." The maid explained. "He even has to cover the lightness of the colour of his hair with a dark wig!"
"On the other hand, his sister, Miss Kirimi, hates dimly lit places," The Butler continued.
"So Kirimi-chan is really Nekozawa-senpai's little sister?" Haruhi asked, pointing at the little girl who clung to Tamaki for her dear life.
Clutching her hands to her chest, the maid nodded in a sorrowful way. "There's a legend that says that, for whatever reason, once every few hundred years, a person in the Nekozawa family is born, who, like Master Umehito, is fated to be possessed by darkness... The Master, as a result of his condition, is unable to go near his sister without his black attire, and Miss Kirimi fell in love with the fairy-tale prince of an older brother that she only knew from his portrait. After she learned that her older brother was enrolled in high school, she's gotten so that she will come looking for Master Umehito like this. Of course, we have repeatedly tried to comfort the Miss with bedtime stories of princely characters and having run out of stories to tell, we have lately added shoujo manga having prince characters that appear in them to her repertoire, and she has gotten utterly absorbed in them." Placing the back of her hand against her forehead, she exclaimed dramatically. "Ah! One basked in light, the other shrouded by darkness. Indeed, they are like the Romeo and Juliet of the Nekozawa family!"
"Romeo and Juliet?" Haruhi repeated, raising an eyebrow at the maid. "But Nekozawa-senpai and Kirimi are brother and sister; the situation is greatly different."
"Incidentally, we've been sent here to pick up Miss Kirimi..." The butler concluded the conversation as he quickly bowed his head to the blonde child.
"Is the whole Nekozawa family..." Hikaru began.
"...as strange as all this?" Kaoru finished, clutching onto his brother behind Tamaki and Kirimi.
"What are you talking about?! The Nekozawas are a distinguished, proper family, descended from the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!" The maid shouted with gleaming light in her eyes as she began to stretch Nekozawa's face in her hands like putty.
"Tokarev?" Kyoya repeated as everyone tilted their head to the side.
"D-don't you mean the Romanov dynasty?" Tamaki corrected with a sweatdrop.
"Come, Miss Kirimi," Ignoring the blond, the butler directed his attention to the little girl in his arms.
"Let's go home," The maid stood next to him, trying to take the little girl only to back away as she let out a shriek.
"No!!" Kirimi shouted, clutching onto Tamaki's neck for dear life. "I'm staying with Big Brother! I'd rather stay with Big Brother!"
"Miki-senpai," Hikaru and Kaoru pulled the observing strawberry blonde into a corner and whispered. "Shouldn't you feel a bit jealous at that?" They asked in a low voice.
"Huh? Why?" Miki blinked as she glanced back at Kirimi who was sobbing into Tamaki's shoulder, her little hands clutched his uniform, forming wrinkles.
"Because if it were me, I wouldn't ..." Hikaru shook his head with a defeated sigh.
"...like another person clinging onto my sibling like that." Kaoru finished, copying his brother.
Miki hummed as she studied Tamaki and Kirimi, searching deep within herself. Should she be jealous? Was she jealous? She couldn't tell.
"Nekozawa-senpai..." Tamaki muttered.
"That's okay, Suoh-kun. It doesn't matter what happens to me. Please, please, give Kirimi the love that she needs!" Nekozawa shouted before running out of the clubroom.
"Nekozawa-senpai!"
"Siblings are such that they are the source of problems, in any family," Kyoya spoke knowingly as he lifted his glasses. Miki turned around to look at him with her brows knitted together. His eyes were obstructed by the glare, not visible to her.
"I'm jealous of them," Haruhi sighed, staring out the window. "I've been an only child my whole life. Yet actually having a brother, but not getting along with him is kind of sad, huh?" She commented with a thoughtful expression.
Hearing her speak, Miki's eyes locked with Tamaki. "I want to help them, Tamaki-kun." She announced, finding relief in her system as he nodded in agreement.
"What's the matter, Big Brother?"
"I'm sorry, Kirimi-chan, I'm not your big brother," Tamaki's voice trailed off as everyone except Haruhi gathered around him. "We are the police!" He declared, then his face dissolved into a patient smile. "But don't you worry. Kirimi-chan, you have a prince that's even more handsome than me, and he's your real Big Brother." He glanced at the hosts behind him, who were all saluting as if they were really part of the police force. "All right men, once she came here, Kirimi-chan became a guest of the Host Club. Ouran Host Club exists in order to bring happiness to girls. Having a brother and sister that don't care for each other, and who can't be with each other, is a serious problem that should not be! As of now, 'Operation Reform Nekozawa-senpai into the Bright, Princely Character that Kirimi-chan Prefers' is underway!"
"But Tamaki-kun, how should we go about this?" Miki tapped her chin thoughtfully, sounding like a detective from the show she loved so much.
Then, before anyone could say anything more, there was a large rumble in the room followed by the sound of a power motor. The ground shook as the floor opened up and the sound of familiar laughter filled the room.
"Ohohohoho~" Renge rose from the ground on her revolving platform and her hands on her hips and her feet in a wide stance, once her fit of snobbish laughter came to an end, she flashed a confident smile at the hosts. "I have concluded that Nekozawa-senpai will require my special training. Someone get him to Science Room #3! Our training begins immediately!" She pointed forward with a prideful grin.
"No one..."
"... asked you. The twins sighed.
"Your golden hair, as it flickers in the candlelight...Your shining, ivory skin...Your smile, more mysterious than a flower, illuminated by moonlight...Yes, almost as if..."
"...AS IF YOU WERE A CURSED WAX STATUE, WITH YOUR MALEVOLENCE-"
"Wrong!" Renge shouted, slapping Nekozawa sharply with a paper fan and placed her hands on her hips. Her dirty blonde hair seemed to have transformed into vipers like the day when Miki first met her. "You numbskull! Who told you to say that line?! How many times do I have to tell you using occult terms is off-limits?!"
"B-but, my vocabulary is limited to these sorts of words..." Nekozawa tried to reason, only to piss Renge off even more as her eyes gleamed in a fury.
"Talking back to me is off-limits, too!" Hitting him even harder and fiercer, Renge yelled. "A princely character doesn't come up with such a sissy excuse so easily!" She pointed a finger at a slide show she made. "Remember, it's good to have a dark side. Solitary characters work pretty well with young girls, too. But these days, the occult, horror, and the like are out of the question!" She then turned to Mori who stood at the blackboard with a piece of chalk in hand. "Mori-senpai, add another no-good word!"
"Wax statue, right?" Mori repeated as he added another word to the full list.
"Renge-kun is really ripping it up, huh?" Kyoya spoke with a hint of amusement, leaning against the table.
"She's on a roll," Honey agreed.
"But I'm not sure if those lines will be practical for his sister, though." Propping an arm up on the chair, Hikaru hummed.
"Really? I'm learning lots!" Miki chirped happily as she glanced over at the blackboard as her legs were swinging around beneath her. "Look at all those new words I've learnt."
"And, you are not to use a single one of them." Kyoya felt his eye twitched.
"Eh? Why?" Miki's eyes rounded as she turned to look at Kyoya, she pouted a little with disappointment laced in her voice.
"They are not words to be used on a daily basis in the first place." Adjusting his glasses, Kyoya informed her.
Miki glanced over at the board as she tried to come up with a scenario where she could possibly use words such as 'Blood Ritual' or 'Wax-Statue.' After a little while of thinking, she concluded that he was correct and let out a small chuckle.
"What are you laughing about?" Giving her a weird look, Kyoya asked.
"Kyoya-kun, you really are a nice person." Miki giggled, earning her an eyebrow raise of skepticism from him.
"Evil beam!!" Renge shouted, shining a flashlight in Nekozawa's face, causing him to shrink and shriek in fear. "Don't you let a mere flashlight upset you! Pluck up your nerve! It's not a physical problem for you, which means its a problem of guts! Don't you want to make Kirimi proud?!"
Once she switched off the flashlight, Nekozawa slumped over and curled up int he darkness of the science room. "Even if I go through any more specialized training, there's no guarantee that Kirimi will accept me..." Nekozawa sighed gloomily, "Rather than Kirimi having me for an older brother, Suoh-kun, you should be her substitute older brother, instead." He said gloomily.
"You're the one that girl really wants to see, aren't you?" Tamaki furrowed his brows. "If you hold your sister dear, then show more guts, even if it kills you! Reach out to her, whether or not she decides to respond is up to her!" He declared loud and clear, the vibrations of his voice rattling Miki's heart. Her hazel eyes widened slightly, then flickered down as the Tamaki's words echoed in her head.
Miki! It's time for dinner, hurry up and come join us!
Good Morning! Get up and get ready for school!
Look! We have unagi rice tonight for dinner!
Do you want to dress up as a policewoman with us? Of course, I'll make that happen for you!
She felt a slight clutching in her heart as her lips curled into a wry smile.
Suddenly the doors to the room opened as a bright light beamed into the darkened science lab, cutting Miki off of her train of thoughts.
"Haruhi!" Averting her attention away from Tamaki and Nekozawa, Miki jumped off the table and greeted the brunette.
"What's wrong Haruhi?" Kyoya stood up straight as well. "Aren't you good with children?" He asked.
"No, I don't dislike them or anything..." Her voice trailed off as she thought back to past few days, where she was trapped in the club room reading shoujo manga to Kirimi. "She had me read around 50 volumes of shoujo manga for the past three days. And of all the things, this stuff is really full of reverse harems, and debauchery."
"Would you like for me to take over? I could take her outside and play for a little." Miki offered as she stepped towards the brunette.
"That would be great, thank you very much." Haruhi beamed.
In the central garden of Ouran Academy, Miki held Kirimi by the hand as the little girl balanced her way on the concrete ledge. The sound of water flowing from the fountain filled the area as Kyoya sat under a pavilion, reading a book. Tamaki had sent him out to watch over Kirimi along with Miki as he assists with Nekozawa's training, though admittedly it was more like him watching over two kids.
"Just a little more!" Miki encouraged as Kirimi nodded with determination. And with just a few shaky yet concentrated steps, she made it to the other end of the ledge and burst into a fit of giggled as the strawberry blonde picked her up and spun her around with praises.
As she was being lowered to the ground, Kirimi glanced at the pavilion behind her. She watched as Kyoya flipped another page of his book, once her feet touched the concrete, she let go of Miki and pointed at him. "I want glasses character to play with us!" She ordered.
After sending her off to one of the grassy fields nearby to wait, Miki approached Kyoya from behind gingerly.
"What is it?" Noticing her presence, Kyoya called her out.
Realizing that she had been found, Miki hummed as she leaned over the open-aired bench next to him from the outside of the pavilion. "Kirimi-chan wants you to come and play with us." She explained with an airy voice.
"Tell her I'm busy." He responded indifferently as his half-lidded eyes continued to scan the book before him.
"Eh? You are going to make her cry, you know?" Miki reasoned.
Against Kyoya's better judgment, he looked up from his book and at her. She was pouting with a disappointed and depressed look. She looked more like the one that was about to cry. If she had cat ears, they would be flattened. He felt his eye twitch as he averted his eyes, his mind began to list off any positives to joining the two on their little game, but not much came up. Because there wasn't any. Giving her upset form one last glance, he let out a sigh in frustration and closed his book. "Very well then." He caved in.
Cheering, Miki quickly looped around to the exit of the pavilion with a bright beam. "Let's go, Kyoya-kun!" Grabbing him by the hand, she dragged him towards the field towards a waving Kirimi with shining cheeks.
"What are we even playing?" Kyoya raised an eyebrow, the annoyance in him dissipating slightly.
Miki let go of his hand, she glanced up and tapped her chin in thought. Then an idea flashed across her hazel eyes like a shooting star, as she ran up to Kirimi and began whispering.
Kyoya's brows drew closer as he crossed his arms, watching as she grinned from ear to ear. Kirimi's expression brightened, the longer she talked.
"How does that sound?" Backing away, he heard the strawberry blonde with a bubbly voice.
"Yeah! I want to play that!" Jumping up and down, Kirimi agreed.
"Alright then," Backing away with a bell-like giggle, Miki turned to Kyoya with a playful expression.
Kirimi struck an empowering pose, forming a gun with her little hand. "I'm the Pretty Girl (Bishoujo) Detective, Nekozawa Kirimi!" She announced enthusiastically.
Kyoya shot Miki a weird look, watching as she got into a mirrored pose and raised a gun signal of her own. "And I am her assistant, Miki!" She winkled mischievously.
"Foul villain!" Kirimi pointed at Kyoya with a severe face. "How dare you steal the love slaves of the reverse harem! We will have you arrested for this!"
No doubt this detective themed game was Miki's idea, it had her name practically written on it. Already regretting his agreement to play with them, Kyoya heaved a sigh and raised both hands in the air with an emotionless face.
"He's resisting arrest! Commissioner Kirimi, what do we do?" Ignoring his clear signal of surrendering, Miki gasped as he felt mouth tugged into a displeased frown.
"Tackle him!" And with that, the two girls charged forth, tackling an already agitated Kyoya to the soft grass in a fit of giggles.
Looking down, the boy with glasses glared at the real mastermind of this game in his arms, only to find a carefree expression as she continued to chuckle. Once again, he found the irritation simmering down just slightly.
Sensing a pair of keen eyes staring at her, Miki glanced up with a blank expression. She seemed rather unfazed by how close their faces were. "Is something wrong Kyoya-kun?" She tilted her head, blinking a few times.
"What am I going to do with such a troublesome woman?" With an amused yet wry smirk, Kyoya reluctantly placed his hand on her long, fluffy hair, earning another radiant smile in return.
After a little more playing in the grassy fields, or Miki and Kirimi playing, while Kyoya got dragged around, the little girl suggested playing hide n' seek in the hedge maze. So with Kirimi being it and counting, Kyoya and Miki hid behind a tree not to far from where she was counting. However...
"Oh, it's a cat." Peeking out of their hiding spot, Miki whispered as she spotted the giant stray creature standing before the unmoving little blonde girl, it was almost half her size. "Do the whole Nekozawa family warm up to felines quickly?" She asked.
"Something is not right." Kyoya hushed, watching intently with narrowed eyes.
From their angle, they couldn't quite see her face. But Kirimi was so unresponsive; it was a little worrisome. Then, they heard a small sniffle. "Help... Big Brother." She whimpered.
Before either of the two had time to react to her cry for help, there was a loud crash, the sound of shattering glass followed by a loud cry for Kirimi. Nekozawa has jumped out of the third-floor science room and into the bright sunlight, shocking everyone. However, instead of falling and losing consciousness, he landed on his hands and feet just like how myths depicted that cats could and bolted towards Kirimi.
"Kirimi!" The little girl's crystal eyes widened as she spotted Nekozawa rush over to her at full speed, scooping her up into his protective arms. Kirimi quickly wrapped her arms around him with a blissful smile on her face.
"Big Brother!" She reached out her clammy hands.
"You see, Kirimi? No need to be afraid of that bad kitty anymore." Nekozawa comforted the little girl as he placed her down. Holding up Bellzenef, he continued. "With the power of this cursed puppet, Belzenef... I'll curse... curse..." Then, his voice trailed off as he quickly lost balance and fell forth as his body began to twitch from being in the sun for too long. The cat narrowed its eyes at the two almost in an endearing manner before tottering away.
"Nekozawa-senpai!" Miki cried out as she rushed toward the two, Kyoya following behind. "He jumped out of the window for her..." She spoke in awe as she knelt next to Nekozawa and a thoughtful looking Kirimi.
"Well, I suspect his family will have to pay quite a sum of money for breaking the glass." With his arms crossed before his chest, Kyoya's eyes were glued to the shattered window.
"Still..." Watching Nekozawa in admiration, Miki tilted her head. "That was a very courageous thing to do for your sister, Nekozawa-senpai."
***
That evening, Tamaki was doing some homework in his room when he heard a faint knock on the door. Usually, the maids would announce their presence with a cheery tone, so it was a little strange for someone just to knock silently. He glanced up to find Miki standing at the door, wearing her usual chiffon dress and clutching her tablet to her chest.
"Miki?" Pushing away from his desk a little, Tamaki gasped. "What can I help you with?"
"May I come in Tamaki-kun?" Miki chuckled, feeling a little awkward. "I wanted to spend a little time with you."
There was a brief moment of silence as Tamaki just stared at his sister with a dumbfounded, surprised expression. The past month she had been in the Second Estate, she rarely visited his room, not by her initiative at least. It caught Tamaki a little off guard.
As the silence ensued, Miki tilted her head with a slight pout forming on her lips. "Can I not?" She asked, a little disappointed.
Hearing her assumption, Tamaki shook his head. "Of course you can!" He exclaimed, jumping out from his seat to usher her in with a delighted smile. "I'd love to spend time with you, my dear sister."