( @thiirdson. )
🌸 —— though daily email messages from kyouya-senpai had been an occurrence haruhi had become used to, a call from him has usually spelled disaster. ------news of a particularly displeasure host club trip or event, vague threats about currying more debt lest a task not be completed... it has seemed to them as though the business heir had only made phone calls when he was feeling particularly nasty.
🌸 —— the ‘pii-pii-pii’ of the dated, shivering flip phone on haruhi’s nightstand roused them from dreams of ohtoro to nightmares of ootori. stirring from their slumber and snatching the phone quickly, they snapped it open, sleepily murmuring affirmations to the voice on the other side. with a few vague instructions, haruhi realized their day of rest had suddenly been completely closed off.
🌸 —— closing the phone with their chin, the natural type slunk from bed, selecting a few odds and ends from their wardrobe and preparing for the day. a simple blouse, some shorts--something light. summer heat came oppressive in the mid day. the usual morning rituals had been completed in a rush, only pausing to take care in pinning their overgrown bangs from their face with a pair of yellow barrettes.
❝ late already... and i haven’t even factored in the train ride... ❞
🌸 —— by the time haruhi had reached the spot agreed upon, the clock spun 20 minutes past the deadline they’d been handed and a gloomy funk had come and passed. they were ready to accept whatever ‘punishment’ may come and more. ‘it can’t be helped.’
❝ sorry for keeping you waiting, senpai! ❞
