Hand in his pocket, and the other holding his school bag over his shoulder, Kyon walks at a surprisingly languid pace as he makes his way to the clubroom after school.

You know, this is really getting old. Maybe I should just tell Haruhi to screw off? That’d be the day. She’d instantly ask for my head.

Naturally, Kyon knew better than to do something like that, which is why he continues on despite how he very much did not want to go through with it. Still, that doesn’t mean he can’t take his sweet time.

He falters in his tracks for a moment when he spots a certain individual who seems to want his attention. He sighs, deciding to address them.

“Something you need? I’m kind of busy right now, but I’ll hear you out if it’s something important.”