And so, Valentine's was upon us...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Who: Kyon and Haruhi
What: Suddenly, flowers!
Where: I guess it'll probably start at Kyon's place
When: Starting Feb 13th, could spill into subsequent days
Warnings: Just... HaruKyon nonsense.

[Kyon came into his house to sit on the couch after school, Haruhi not far behind. He took a glance at the flowers on the table. They'd just turned up yesterday out of the blue, like many things do in Mayfield. ... They didn't have that fragrance before now though, did they?]

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[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Well, it wasn't mine either." Kyon folded his arms.

[extraordinarily]

She couldn't argue there, but she didn't want to admit that he was right, either. "Fine. I'll let you off the hook this time."

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"So, what now...?"

[extraordinarily]

"Why did you really come here?" She knew (of course, she could be wrong) it wasn't just because of the mere fact that she wasn't at school today.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"I wanted to see how you were doing..."

[extraordinarily]

"... Why?" Her voice is wary, and she sounds a bit upset.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Well, why not?" Kyon is... not going to admit anything of any kind.

[extraordinarily]

"Because..." Her voice falters, unable to say what she wants to say, if only because she doesn't want to admit that hey, some of the things that happened had some truth to it. "Because you're the one who said something as cliché as 'I love you'!"

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Urk! R-right... I guess I did say something like that at some point, huh?" Kyon replies, hoping to find a way to deflect the subject.

[extraordinarily]

"Of course you did." Haruhi folds her arms, glaring at him - though for a moment there, she looks away, flushing red a little. But only a little. "It's not like I forgot anything, you know."

... Even though she could have erased the whole thing from her memory.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Yeah, of course... So, uh..." Kyon is feeling pretty awkward about this...

[extraordinarily]

"Well, what? Spit it out!" Even though Haruhi is feeling a bit awkward, she's going to force Kyon to tell her everything. And she does mean everything.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Spit what out?"

[extraordinarily]

"You were going to say something, right? Tell me." Haruhi says angrily, folding her arms.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"N-not really... I mean, what is there to say?" He glances to the side.

[extraordinarily]

"I- I don't know, anything!" She'll also look away from Kyon, feeling quite uncertain.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"L-like what!?"

[extraordinarily]

“L- like…” Haruhi faltered, her voice raising with each syllable, her face turning more red as each second passed by, “If you really l- love me or whatever!”

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Right, well, um... About that..." He can't quite deny that it's true, but there's no way he could possibly quite admit it, even to himself, either.

"... I think I need to go feed Shamisen?"

[extraordinarily]

Kyon, you’re not getting away with it that easy! Haruhi raises a brow mischievously before – “Let me come with you then. After that, you have to answer my question!”

And to reaffirm that, Haruhi will grab Kyon’s necktie. It really is bad that he was wearing the North High uniform today, eh?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Uh... Sure." Well, that's his plan foiled.

[extraordinarily]

Just as planned. Haruhi’s eyes beam like the stars on Orion’s belt before saying, “Then let’s not dilly-dally. Time is money, and I don’t have a lot of either.”

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Not much time? What, are you dying or something?" On the plus side, he could avoid having that conversation. Regardless, he continues on home and gets the cat food for Shamisen.

[extraordinarily]

“Of course not, don’t be stupid. There’s only twenty-four hours in a day until the reset.” By reset, she means the day reset – it’s not like Endless Eight, though, where memories are reset or anything like that. “And plus, there’s no longer a full twenty-four hours.”

But whatever, she'll follow Kyon.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... And so, Shamisen is subsequently fed.