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✰ 愚か者
Haruhi had never had a problem with walking to and from school before. Honestly, the walk had always actually been a peaceful one. A bit long, but that didn't bother Haruhi all that much. Of course, that all changed yesterday…
Haruhi had been minding his own business, just enjoying the cool evening breeze and thinking about what all he would do when he got home. Or, to be more exact, which homework he would do first, followed by which topics he would study. Maybe it was the kind of thing most people thought boring, but Haruhi genuinely enjoyed doing homework and studying and learning new things. However, midway through his walk, daydreaming of all the homework he had, he ended up being blocked by a few boys from another school. They were taller than him, though they appeared to be the same age.
Politely, Haruhi had tried to go around them, but that was when it had happened. They shoved him into the nearby alleyway and demanded his money. Confused, he told them he didn't really have much, but they didn't buy it and, well, they got rough.
By the end of the ordeal, Haruhi had lost his wallet (meaning his food money for the week as well as his school ID) as well as his backpack and all of its content. On top of that, though, his bottom lip had been busted when one of the guys got him in the mouth with his elbow (probably on accident while he was trying to grab Haruhi's bag), as well as a bruised right cheek and a bruise along his right leg and side from where he had hit the ground after being roughly shoved. Honestly, Haruhi just bruises easily, so it wasn't like he was in any life-threatening danger once it was all done with. He was a little battered and bloody, but all he card about was figuring out how he would replace his stolen goods…
Also… he wasn't at all ready for anyone else to see him like this. Not his dad or any of the hosts, as they'd have a panic attack and demand revenge on those who attacked Haruhi. His dad would be the same.
Luckily, by the time Haruhi managed to get home that night, his dad was still at work. So, in a rush, Haruhi cleaned up and went right to bed, feigning sick by the time his dad got home. Hiding in his bed so, for today at least, his dad wouldn't see the wounds. He had been overly worried, as Haruhi never got sick, but he left Haruhi alone to let him rest. He even suggested for Haruhi to stay home the next day, which was very appealing, but if he did that then the host club would be bursting through his door on a rescue mission.
That was how weird it would be for Haruhi to miss a day of school.
So, here Haruhi was, back in school with no money, no school ID, and most importantly, no book bag. He had dawned a surgical mask to hide his bust lip, which, in Japan, wasn't at all weird. Sick people always wore surgical masks around Japan. That, however, only hid one of his problems. He could avoid most of the club until lunch time, as they all sat together, but up until then… Haruhi had class with them.
The twins.
If there was anyone who could see through his disguise, it would be them. They were the masters of deceit, and Haruhi would be with them in every class up until lunch, so he would have to do the best acting of his life!
When the bell rang throughout campus, announcing to all that the first class of the day was about to start, Kaoru sat lounged in his seat, glancing from the door to his brother with a suspicious gleam in his eye. A look that said 'something's up' because, typically, Haruhi was the first one to class. Today though the short brunette was borderline late, which was highly unusual.
Dissatisfied, Kaoru let out a low hum and leaned back in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he eyes the empty seat between himself and Hikaru. Something was definitely up, but he didn't think too much into it. Not until he glanced over and saw the brunette come staggering through the door, slowly.. was he limping? Also, what was with the mask and where was his bag? The odd elements clicked in Kaoru's mind immediately as he suspiciously eyed Haruhi make his quiet little way to the desk between the two Hitachiin brothers.
He then looked to Hikaru with a slightly baffled look. What the hell was up with Haruhi today?
Haruhi held his breath as he made his way to his seat, feeling clammy from the pain burning up his entire right side. It hurt like a bitch, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself for managing to only give a little limp when really each step he took made him feel like crying out and falling over. Still, he glanced over (reluctantly) at Kaoru and grunted a little when he noticed the look on the boy's face.
“I'm just sick.” Haruhi quickly grumbled, biting the inside of his check to keep in a pained hiss as he slid into his seat.
"Oh, really?" Kaoru murmured, his voice as smooth as silk as his eyes narrowed slightly, not once moving from Haruhi's face now as he scanned the boy's eyes for any sign of the truth. They would get it from him... one way, or another.
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