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It's cold and windy and I'm completely over it. I feel like Haruhi now. I'm bored. I'm so sick of Haruhi’s melancholic tendencies lately. I've gotten too used to her crazy ideas every two days and the SOS Brigade going on some type of “adventure”. I didn't think it was unordinary at first. Haruhi always has mood swings. One day she's all cheery and the next day she's depressed. Her melancholy usually lasts a good 5 days but this has been going on for almost 3 months. I'm actually starting to get worried. We barely do anything in the clubroom anymore either. Asahina brings us tea as usual, Nagato’s in a corner reading, and Koizumi takes out a new board game for me and him to try. Haruhi just sits in a chair looking out a window, not a single word coming out of her mouth except “I’m going home” when it gets late. She barely speaks to me anymore. It's like she can't stand to look at my face. Every morning I sit down in homeroom and turn around to say good morning to Haruhi but she immediately avoids eye contact with me and mutters a short “hiya” under her breath as her eyes remain glued to her feet. But I've decided that this is all going to end today. I'm going to get Haruhi to come out of her shell and become her usual self again.
I straighten my tie and brush a comb through my hair. I walk up that horrible hill up to school with a forced smile on my face as I mentally prepare myself for Haruhi's reaction to my advances to her cheering up. I confidently walk into the classroom and sit down in front of her and turn around. “Sooo, Haruhi” I say, showing her my most charming (and fakest) smile, trying to imitate Koizumi. Her eyes slowly gear up toward me and she replies with a soft “hm?”. That's when my mind goes completely blank. I continue awkwardly smiling at her, sweat dripping off my forehead as I desperately try to think of something to say to her. “Ummm..What do you think of the weather lately? Pretty cold, huh?”
“Obviously” She rolls her eyes. “But seriously, Kyon, have you EVER shut up? You're so annoying. Just leave me alone for once.” I flinch slightly by her sudden harsh tone and stare at her in shock for a few silent moments until I finally turn around to face the front of the classroom, biting my cheek. She hasn't once looked at me since she said that. I stare down at my feet in silence not even paying attention to what our teacher has to say. Does she realize that that actually hurts? I will admit that Haruhi does have her moments where she says rude things but never once has she ever said anything rude to me that she was actually serious about. This was different from her calling me “Idiot Kyon” as usual. She meant it. She actually wanted me to leave her alone. Usually I'm the one wanting to be left alone but no it's the other way around this time. What's her deal? What possibly made her so upset that now she's giving everyone the silent treatment. I gave her a few months for her to come around again but now I'm just done. She needs to stop.
The rest of the day went by in a blur and all I could pay attention to was that little thought floating in my mind of “What did I do wrong?”
“Hm? Did you say something, Kyon?” I'm immediately knocked out of my thoughts from Koizumi’s soft charming voice speaking to me and I look up from my feet to see him smiling and I quickly take my turn on the board. “No sorry” I reply in a mutter. He gently chuckles and says nothing more about it. I continue to take glances at Haruhi in her chair looking out the window. She looks extremely miserable and I just want to see that obnoxious smile again. Wait? What the hell am I saying?? Cut it out, Kyon! This isn't like you!
Little did I know I spaced out again, staring at Haruhi. Koizumi softly taps my shoulder and I look up at him once again. “Can I speak to you outside of the room, Kyon?” He asks, his tone surprisingly quite serious but still with that laid-back smile plastered on his face. He laughs quietly when he sees the confusion on my face and gently stands up and takes my hand, leading me out of the room. Which I feel salty about. Like back off, man!
We stand right outside of the door and I slowly prepare myself for the rant that I will probably have to endure in a few seconds. “Recently Suzumiya has been having way more closed spaces as usual. The most she has ever had actually and the agency and I are currently trying to figure out why that is. Do you possibly have any ideas?” He asks. I stare at him for a few moments trying to gather up my thoughts until I finally begin to speak. “Well she has been kinda depressed lately and for some reason she won't talk to anyone.”
“Even you?” he replies very quickly. “Umm yeah” He nods at my answer, humming slightly like he's just figured something out. “I think she has just realized something that she doesn't like so she's distancing herself. Do you have any ideas on what that could possibly be?” He smirks at me like it was already obvious. “How the hell should I know?” I reply in an exaggerated sigh. He leans a bit closer and whispers in my ear, his hot breath right against it which makes me want to shove him away. “Have you ever thought that maybe it involves...you?”
“Huh?” The confusion must be very clear on my face because he chuckles again like I was a joke or something. “Why would it involve me? I didn't do anything to Haruhi”
“Hmm...I'll let you figure it out on your own” He smirks again and opens the door of the clubroom, urging me to go back in. “After you” He says. I roll my eyes and walk in the clubroom. My eyes immediately fall back on Haruhi and her look of disinterest in the world. My heart aches as I continue to look at her. What's wrong, Haruhi? Tell me. Please.
The time came for everyone to go home and of course Haruhi was already long gone. I take my time packing up my things, completely lost in my thoughts and before I know it, I'm the only one in the clubroom. I reach in my pocket for my flip phone to text my mom that I might be home late but I soon realize...It's not in there. Dammit, I left it in my classroom.
I slowly make my way to my classroom, my hands casually in my pockets. I walk in and I immediately stop in my tracks, my eyes falling on Haruhi scribbling in her notebook. I smirk slightly to myself. Bingo. Perfect opportunity to resolve things. I make my way to my seat and sit down, looking at her. She grumbles under her breath and slowly looks up at me. “Haruhi.” I begin. “What?” She replies, irritation very noticeable in her voice. “Tell me what’s wrong” I say with my most serious tone, looking straight at her. She looks down at her feet again, clearly avoiding eye contact with me. I notice a slight blush creeping its way onto her cheeks and I gulp slightly, still continuing to look at her. “Haruhi, tell me. I'm serious.” I repeat again.
“Ugh..” She groans and stands up, making her way out of the classroom quickly. She made sure I knew how pissed she was with her loud stomping out of the room. I stare at the now swung open door with no words. She's so stubborn. Is what's bothering her that bad? I sigh softly, looking down at my now retrieved phone in my hand “What should I do?”