Not a monkey || Hikaru
Haruhi grabbed her bag and slipped it over her head and onto her shoulder. She moved the strap in a more comfortable position as she opened the door. If she was honest, she was a little worried about how serious Hikaru's concussion was. He always seemed to hide how he was really feeling unless he was joking around with Kaoru, but Haruhi could see through him.
She made her way to his house rather quickly, lost in her own world as she walked. When she had finally reached the Hitachiin residence, she rang the bell, expecting the maid or someone other that Hikaru to open the door. He was confined to his bed, after all.









