[rl with tamaki] tamaki-senpai, it's just a wrist

[aliceinouran]

Haruhi stood in her small, cramped kitchen, waiting for the kettle to whistle. She leant back against the counter and listened for the sound of the doorbell. Why had she agreed to let him come over again? At least she'd convinced her Dad to go to work instead of staying home with her...

A thought occured and she groaned out loud. Oh God, I hope he

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[roseandsparkle]

Tamaki rang the doorbell, shifting his weight from one foot to the other; he had been feeling jittery ever since he found out about Haruhi's injury during a quick lunch period trip to the computer lab, and for the rest of the day his imagination had uncontrollably been thinking up more and more tragic images of Haruhi's condition, to the point where he wasn't sure if she'd even be able to get up out of bed to open the door.

[aliceinouran]

She heard the doorbell just as the kettle started to shriek and took it off to cool, almost dropping it with her less-used hand.

"Coming, Tamaki-senpai," she called, and ran over to open the door, not really knowing what to expect after the previous visit he'd given her. She fumbled with the handle a bit, and finally managed to get the door open. "You know, you really didn't need to come over."

[roseandsparkle]

Tamaki stepped inside the door and took off his shoes. "Of course I did. What sort of horrible person would I be if I sat in club having fun while you were miserable and in pain?" Not that she looked particularly miserable, he thought, at least compared to what he had been expecting, which was suffering around the level of a plague victim. He looked down at the girl's wrist. "Is that your cast? I've never had one before, what's it like?"

[aliceinouran]

Haruhi gave him a flat stare. "You'd be a normal person. I'd have been back to school soon anyway."

She looked down at the cast too and scratched absent-mindedly at it. "Yeah. It's kind of annoying. It gets itchy, and since we can't afford a water-proof one, I have to put a plastic bag around it to stop it from getting wet."

Heading back over to the kitchen, she asked over her shoulder, "Did you bring the homework? If you did, you can just put it on the table there."