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By the time she was in her fifties, Haruhi Suoh no longer liked attending luncheons with her husband and his work associates. Not that she enjoyed them at any point, what with Katsuragi-san insisting on telling the same unfunny jokes over and over again, and Azuki-san throwing explosive temper tantrums whenever he finds a stain on his silverware, and Yoshida-san's complete inability to chew with his mouth closed.  No, those bi-annual meet ups had never not been a thorn in Haruhi's side.  Her first came two months after her and Tamaki's wedding, and all it took were ten minutes of stiff pleasantries and forced conversation

"Haru-chan, Haru-chan, Haru-chan!" Hunny is laughing as he twirls the girl around, and her eyes are wide as saucers, the cream colored dress she is still wearing from earlier flapping behind her in the breeze. "Hunny-sempai, I'm starting to feel sick!" Haruhi warns him, and the tiny blonde slows down a bit, still laughing happily with her hands clasped in his, his pink rabbit tucked into the front of his elegant suit jacket. "She's trying to watch the fireworks, Hunny-sempai," Kaoru reminds him, but he is smiling and it is obvious that despite all the stress he and his brother went through earlier in the day that now he is content. Hikaru s