Poor Haruhi

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Poor Haruhi

Ch. 5 Kyoya’s Night, Part 1

“Well, this is… interesting.” Kyoya nudged his glasses into better position as he took in the scene on the bed.

Behind him, a door opened and shut softly. Kyoya didn’t turn around. “Good morning, Mori.”

Mori finished buttoning his shirt and pulled a hand through his shower-damp hair. “Hey.”

Mori looked over Kyoya’s shoulder. Haruhi was sleeping, her body in a line on the very edge of the bed. Honey was on his back in the middle of the bed. His mouth hung open. His arms and legs were flung wide, the fingertips of one hand touching Haruhi’s ankle. He was also upside-down with one foot on a pillow.

Mori humphed, “Bed hog.”

“So it seems.” Kyoya replied and looked at his watch. “Haruhi needs to take her medicine before long. Do you think Honey will wake soon?”

Mori nodded. He nabbed Usa-chan with one hand and put it directly in front of Honey’s face. “Mitsukuni.” He nudged the plush against Honey’s cheek a few times. “Usa needs you.”

Honey’s eyes opened slowly after another nudge. “Usa-chaaaaaaaan,” he yawned. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Morning. Usa-chan needs to brush some teeth!” Honey stumbled out of the bed and bumped into Kyoya as he headed toward the bathroom. “Oh, hi, how did you get in?”

Kyoya stepped out of the way. “The landlady was kind enough to let me in.”

Honey mumbled a reply and went to find his toothbrush.

It wasn’t long before Honey was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to go find something for breakfast. Kyoya was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping from a mug and looking over a spiral-bound report. He waved them off with assurances he would get Haruhi her medicine right away.

Kyoya stepped quietly into the bedroom holding a pill bottle and a glass of cold water. He set the water on the small table next to the bed and looked down at the sleeping young woman. Haruhi had moved away from the edge after Honey left and gave her some space. It appeared she had rolled toward the middle of the bed. Her nightgown had tangled around her thighs. One leg was bare from toe to near her hip. Haruhi muttered in her sleep and her legs shifted, pushing the fabric even higher. Kyoya shook his head and tucked a stray blanket over her legs.

“Haruhi, you need to wake up for a moment to take your medicine.” He leaned over her.

“Mmmphguhhmm.” She grumbled into a pillow and pulled a blanket over her head.

Kyoya walked to the foot of the bed. There seemed to be two blankets Haruhi had nested in. Neither of them were around her injured foot. Kyoya took a corner of each blanket and whisked them off the bed in one smooth motion.

“Ah!” Haruhi sat up suddenly and patted the bed looking for a cover. Kyoya took one searching hand and put a pill in it. He put the glass in the other. She automatically popped the pill in her mouth and washed it down. Kyoya plucked the glass from her hand and set it back on the table. His hand on her shoulder urged her back to the pillows.

“Now, then.” Kyoya snapped a soft blanket into the air and let it float down to cover Haruhi. “You can go back to sleep.”

Kyoya had gone through the doorway before Haruhi’s eyes had finished closing. He went back to the table to make notes on some more reports. Haruhi slept through breakfast and lunch that day and only opened her eyes to take the pills Kyoya gave her. She finally woke with a growling stomach and felt stiff from lying down for so long. She stretched her arms over her head and saw her crutches propped by the bed. She hobbled carefully to the bathroom to brush her teeth and use the facilities.

Kyoya glanced up from his laptop as Haruhi carefully made her way into the kitchen. “Ah, you are finally awake. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. It’ll be nice to be able to walk on it again.” Haruhi tugged the refrigerator open and rummaged around.

“There’s some leftover takeout in there if you want it. I ate a bit ago. I heard commoners like to have leftovers quite often.” Kyoya continued tapping on the keyboard.

“Gee, thanks, Senpai.” Haruhi said dryly and pulled a likely looking to-go box from a shelf. It was only a little cold, so Haruhi didn’t bother warming it. Her irritation floated away with the first bite. “Oh wow. Mmmm. These noodles are great!”

Kyoya glanced up. “I thought they might be too spicy for you.”

Haruhi shook her head and made little happy noises as she finished the rest of the food. She leaned back in her chair and rested her hands on her tummy. Kyoya shut his laptop with a snap and folded his hands on top of it.

“Thanks for coming, Kyoya-senpai. I’m sure you had better things to do today.”

“It’s alright. I had to go out today to see how things were coming with the pictures we took at the Spring Event. They should be ready to deliver when classes start again.”

“I forgot about those.” Haruhi said.

“Yes, we had to cut things short after your accident. It was unfortunate, really, the photo-ops were looking to be quite lucrative.” Kyoya adjusted his glasses. “Not that I consider you in any way responsible for the lost revenue.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“It’s no problem anyway. I think we more than made up for it in our new addition to the website.” Kyoya flipped the laptop back open.

“New… addition?” Haruhi swallowed hard.

“Of course.” Kyoya said and turned the laptop toward her.

Haruhi leaned forward. It was in the shop section of the Host Club’s website. There was a picture of a lacey paper heart to the left with scrolling calligraphy winding across it. To the right was a short paragraph above an “add to cart” button. Haruhi couldn’t seem to get past the heading, “Get Well Soon, Haruhi Heart.”

“You are selling get well notes?” Haruhi shook her head. “For me? Come on.”

“And a personal note to be added as well as delivery. They are really quite popular.” Kyoya smiled with pleasure as he pulled the laptop back and shut it down. “You do have thank you notes, don’t you Haruhi?”

Haruhi clenched her teeth. “Looks like I’ll be getting some.”

“Excellent.” Kyoya folded his hands again. “You won’t need another pill for awhile. What will you do now?”

Haruhi tugged at her hair. “I totally need to take a shower. I feel grungy.” She heaved herself up onto her crutches.

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Kyoya asked. “You can’t stand on one foot that long.”

“It’ll have to be the tub then, I guess.” Haruhi made her slow way toward the bath. A good soak sounded nice. “I’ll be fine.”

Haruhi had nearly made it when she noticed Kyoya casually following her.

“What are you doing?” She asked as she opened to door to the bathroom.

Kyoya leaned a shoulder on the wall next to her. “I’ll be right here when you realize you need assistance.”

Haruhi rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her. “Fine.”

It wasn’t long before Haruhi realized Kyoya may have been right. She had no trouble getting her robe and nightgown off. Her undies were a bit more difficult, but she finally removed them with some creativity. Not being able to touch any weight to her foot made things more difficult than she’d realized. She thought the medicine might be affecting her balance too. This all seemed much more difficult than it ought to be. She was struggling to get the wrap off her foot. She tried to turn this way and that, but when she almost had the clasp undone she’d feel a warning twinge and would have to stop for fear of hurting herself. She couldn’t hold herself bent for long enough to get it undone. She considered just sucking up the pain and doing it whether it hurt or not. But, the warnings of what could happen if she overdid it and strain her foot or ankle were serious. Haruhi sighed and mentally prepared herself for some clever teasing from Kyoya.

Haruhi was wrapped in a fluffy towel as she peeked out the door. Kyoya was just finishing cleaning his glasses. They glinted as he slid them back into place.

“So, are you skipping the bath or am I lending you a hand?” Kyoya asked as he tucked the cleaning cloth back in his pocket.

Her answer surprised him. “I think I need a hand.”

Kyoya came into the room with her. “You’re sure, Haruhi?” He stepped into her space, nearly touching her. “You’re very vulnerable right now, and I’m just a hormone-driven man.”

Haruhi plunked down on the toilet and stuck out her wrapped foot at him. “I don’t care about your hormones driving into my vulnerabilities right now. I’m gross. I need soap and water.” She wiggled her foot. “Will you help, please, Senpai?”

“Alright.” He knelt in front of her. “But, I did try to warn you.”

Haruhi nodded. “I consider myself duly warned. The little clasp thing is on the back. I can’t seem to get it. It’s driving me nuts.”

Kyoya slid his hand up her ankle to grasp her calf. His other hand fiddled with the small metal clip until it opened and fell into his palm. His hand on her calf steadied her leg as he slowly unwound the bandage. Haruhi murmured happily as it came off. It felt so good to have that wrap off, even if it was just for a little bit while she cleaned up. She had a new wrap to put on it later. Hopefully, Kyoya would still be in a helpful mood.

“Oh, the new bandage!” Haruhi tried to stand on her good foot, Kyoya’s grip on her leg kept her in place. She told him, “I have a new bandage to put on after I take a bath. But it’s in the hall in my school bag. I just need to go grab it.”

“I’ll get it.” Kyoya said, standing. “You get the water going.”

It wasn’t a difficult reach to the faucets, they were right next to her. She had just gotten the temperature she wanted when Kyoya came back in with her bag. He set it behind her on the back of the toilet.

Kyoya looked at the tub and back to Haruhi. “How do you plan to get in?”

“Uh.” Haruhi thought about it. There was really no good place to brace herself as she climbed in. It was likely she would slip and maybe bang her foot. She could sit on the edge and swing one foot in then the other, but she was worried about that slide it would take to get her behind into the water. “Hell.” She muttered.

Kyoya helped her up onto her good foot. He didn’t step back as she stood. Haruhi ended up with her fluffy towel brushing his shirt and pants. Haruhi was undeterred. He braced one arm against the wall behind her shoulder, effectively trapping her. “You’re a trusting soul, Haruhi.” He stroked a finger down her chin and leaned down to look in her eyes. “I could do anything to you here. I could take your body and use it for my own needs.”

Haruhi looked at Kyoya for a moment. “Maybe this is the point where I am supposed to say that I know you are just trying to teach me a lesson.” She cocked her head to the side. “I should probably say that you are being silly. But I don’t feel silly.” Her tongue moistened her lips. “So, I’m not going to say that. All I can think of is a saying I heard once and thought it was weird then. But, it doesn’t seem so weird now.” Haruhi leaned forward, resting her hands on Kyoya’s shoulders for balance. “You can’t rape the willing.”

Her lips found his and she felt warmth flood her veins. Kyoya’s mouth opened in surprise and she slipped her tongue inside. His eyes flared wide, then slowly closed. His arms wrapped around her, pulled her to him, held her balanced on her one good foot. His tongue drove hers back as he took control.

Her breath was coming fast when Kyoya finally pulled back. The corner of his mouth pulled up in a smile.

“So, what shall it be? Will we get you dirtier and then get you clean?” Kyoya fingered the front of the towel where it was tucked closed. “Or do we get you clean and get you dirty again?”

Haruhi was still feeling dazzled from the kiss but tried to follow what he was asking. “Dirty?”

Kyoya leaned down with one hand and flicked off the water tap. “Very good.” He gave the front of her towel a gentle tug and let it fall to puddle at their feet. “To be honest, I was hoping you’d pick that. Let’s see what we can do.”

Kyoya’s hand slid up ribs to cup her breast. Her head fell back with a sigh. “There is a limit, though,” Kyoya said calmly, “to just how much fun we can have.” His hand squeezed her gently. “Since I don’t have any condoms. Ah, well.”

“Mmmm, condoms?” She fiddled with his shirt buttons. They came free without too much trouble. “If we need them, I have some in my schoolbag.”

Kyoya reached over to snag another big soft towel. He leaned Haruhi against the wall so she was supporting herself without pressuring her foot. “And, why, Miss Fujioka,” He spread the towel on the open area of counter by the sink, “do you have condoms in your schoolbag?”

He stepped back to her quickly and slid one arm around her waist and the other just below her behind. He lifted her up and transferred her smoothly to sitting on the cushioned counter. She gripped the edge to keep from teetering.

“They were in the freebie bag from the health fair last week at school. Didn’t you get your little bag of goodies? There was also a little first-aid kit, a pen and pencil, some brochures about getting vaccinated and teen pregnancy,” She shifted to get more comfortable, “and a little pack of condoms. I took everything else out and put them away, but I wasn’t sure what to do with those.” She made a swirling motion with her finger. “So, they’ve just kind of been riding around in the bottom of my bag.”

Her bag was suddenly in front of her and she took it reflexively. “Oh, thanks.” She unzipped the top and slipped her arm in. She rooted around for a short time. “Ah-hah!” She pulled her arm back. In her fingers was a set of several little plastic squares that crinkled in her grasp. “How’s that, Senpai?”

Kyoya took her bag and set it on the back of the toilet then plucked the condoms from her fingers. “I think,” he stepped between her knees and pressed himself against her. Haruhi sucked in a breath.

“I think that I need you to be very sure that this is something that you really want to do, Haruhi.” He nuzzled her neck then nipped her earlobe gently. His whisper was hot in her ear, silky and shocking. “Because, if you don’t tell me ‘no’ right now, I have every intention of using your body to satisfy mine.” His grip was suddenly hard in her hair, turning her gaze to his intent one. But his words were even and calm. He could have been discussing the next Host Club event with that measured tone. “So, tell me ‘no’ now, Haruhi, unless you want me to fuck you. Do you want that?” His fingers trailed over throat and down to circle her nipple. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Haruhi’s hands clenched the towel under her and she bit her lip. Kyoya raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer. His fingers came together on her nipple, giving it a rough pinch. Haruhi gasped and cried out, “Yes! Yes, please, yes.”

Kyoya placed a gentle kiss on her nipple. He straightened and smiled. “That sounds wonderful.” He carefully removed his glasses and set them out of the way on a shelf. It would be a shame to break them or scratch them. Kyoya shrugged out of his shirt and drew his palms up Haruhi’s warm thighs.

He knelt in front of her, his fingers dragging down her thighs. “Then I believe we should try to get you a bit more messy for your bath later.”