[Kyouya put an arm carefully around Tamaki, holding onto him gently. He didn't want to injure the other boy too much, but he kept moving.
It wasn't hard, really, to see through Tamaki's actions with the club. He'd honed in on the people he saw around him who needed people to care about them.
Honey-senpai, who hid who he was. Mori-senpai, who followed Honey. Hikaru and Kaoru, who had practically raised themselves. Haruhi, who had never been surrounded by family. Him, who was never good enough for his family.
He'd pulled them all together, knit them into a cohesive whole.]
We'll grow apart. All of us. But that doesn't mean we have to lose each other.
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It wasn't hard, really, to see through Tamaki's actions with the club. He'd honed in on the people he saw around him who needed people to care about them.
Honey-senpai, who hid who he was. Mori-senpai, who followed Honey. Hikaru and Kaoru, who had practically raised themselves. Haruhi, who had never been surrounded by family. Him, who was never good enough for his family.
He'd pulled them all together, knit them into a cohesive whole.]
We'll grow apart. All of us. But that doesn't mean we have to lose each other.