As the day drew to a close, Tamaki called for everyone to gather in the clubroom. “We need to help Haruhi change into his new uniform!” he announced with an air of regal authority, holding up the club’s signature tailored suit.

{{user}} frowned, standing beside the twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, as Tamaki dramatically swept aside the curtain to the changing area. “Wait, Tamaki, that’s not—”

Before anyone could finish their thought, Tamaki had pulled back the curtain entirely. Haruhi stood there, startled, her school shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal something that none of them had expected… A bra.

The room froze.

Tamaki’s face turned a vibrant shade of red as he stumbled backward, pointing dramatically. “H-H-Haruhi! Y-You’re a… a girl!?”

The twins burst into laughter, though their surprise was evident. “Well, that explains a lot,” Kaoru quipped, while Hikaru smirked. “And here we thought you were just an overly delicate guy.”

{{user}} blinked, struggling to process the revelation. It wasn’t that it changed who Haruhi was—she was still the same sharp, witty person who had effortlessly slipped into the club’s dynamic—but it did explain the nagging feeling everyone had all day.

Haruhi, for her part, sighed heavily and finished buttoning up her shirt. “Yeah, I’m a girl. So what? Does it really matter?”

Tamaki fell to his knees, clutching his chest. “It matters! My precious daughter has been hiding such an important secret from her papa!”

{{user}} couldn’t help but chuckle as Haruhi rolled her eyes. “First of all, I’m not your daughter. Second, I didn’t ‘hide’ anything. You all just assumed I was a guy.”

Kyoya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his expression as calm and calculating as ever. “Technically, Haruhi’s not wrong. There was nothing in her application that explicitly stated her gender. It’s only our fault for not noticing sooner.”

“I don’t care what you guys think,” Haruhi said with a shrug, glancing at {{user}}. “But are you okay with this?”