The first time Shizuku woke up to Haru in her room, it was just becoming light. He was sat at her desk already in his school uniform, slumped over her work books.
"Haru?" she asked softly, still too tired to be angry, the only emotion she could form was confusion.
Always a light sleeper, he stirred instantly and turned to her, smiling, "Good morning!"
"What are you doing here?" she asked, sitting up.
"I... uh... I came to walk you to school!" Shizuku was suspicious of his hesitant speech, but she decided to ignore it.
Stepping out of bed, she began digging through her drawers for underwear before pulling her uniform out of the wardrobe. Deciding against asking Haru to step into the living room while she changed, where he would only run into her father and brother, she went to the bathroom and completed her routine there. She certainly didn't want the "talk" with her dad about Haru making his way into her bedroom through the window.
Passing back through the kitchen, she put two of the omelettes her father had prepared onto a plate. She knew one was for her brother but... he'd just have to make his own this morning. She also gave herself a few extra scoops of rice in her bento, knowing she'd have to share it later. She hadn't seen his school bag in the room so it was obvious he'd rushed out in his usual excitement without making proper preparations. Taking the food back to her room wouldn't be suspicious. Her family were used to her eating while she did some last minute reading in the morning.
"Eat," Shizuku told Haru sternly.
He obediently held out his hands and she slid the top omelette into them. It was inhaled in a heartbeat while she sat down and ate hers with chopsticks and actually bothered to chew.
She was concerned with his expression. He was perched on her chair in the usual fashion, but his smile was too grateful to be his genuine self. His eyes were hidden with his bangs, but she could tell they weren't sparkling like they normally would.
"What's wrong?" she asked quietly as she put her plate aside.
"Nothing!" he sang, bouncing from the chair and sitting so close to her he could have been in her lap.
She didn't believe him. Not for a moment. But if he didn't want to talk, she wouldn't push it. He'd only end up running off, and she didn't want to deal with that.
She pointed at the window, "Whatever, meet me out front."
As they walked to school, Haru stuffed his hands into his pockets rather than letting them swing loosely. Shizuku knew he did it so that their hands would accidentally bump now and then, and found she was usually the one who hid her hands away. Shizuku still couldn't place what Haru was feeling, she could only tell he was uncomfortable. Against her better judgement, she stuck her hand into his pocket and slipped her fingers between his.
Haru flinched at the sudden contact but didn't pull away. In contrast, he looked down and gave her another uncharacteristically appreciative smile and gently squeezed her hand, all in the space of a second.