Haruhi spied Tamaki very quickly in the refectory; he was eating his own lunch before bringing Kyoya's, which appeared to be something in a covered dish, up to him. Haruhi sat down next to him awkwardly, not saying much of anything, before...
"... senpai?"
"Yes, Haruhi?"
"Is Kyoya-senpai's eyesight really that terrible?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I've only seen him without his glasses in the morning, when he's tired and off-balance enough that it's hard to tell if he can see alright or not. He really only takes them off during the day to clean them or to make sure they don't get damaged. I say his eyes are terrible because I've seen him panic if he can't find his glasses. He doesn't know I've noticed, but I have."
"Oh. I mean, he could see well enough on that trip to Okinawa... he wasn't wearing his glasses at all..."
The Host King said nothing immediately, finishing the food that was in his mouth before he opened it. "This year's actually been pretty hard on Kyoya's glasses."
"How so?"
"Mostly, it's been people crushing them when he takes them off for a minute. He'd taken them off to lean down and get something from his bag in class, because you know, gravity doesn't always let them stay on your face. Two of our classmates were fooling around, and one knocked the other into Kyoya's desk, he slammed his hand down for balance, and crushed Kyoya's glasses. Incidents like that."
Haruhi was quiet then, not saying much of anything in response. She felt compelled to keep talking, however. "... Kyoya-senpai sure has a lot of medical problems, for someone whose family is so influential in the medical field. I mean with his blood pressure and all... you'd think they could afford to take care of some of them."
"Kyoya hates acknowledging that he isn't well, hates seeming, being, or feeling weak, so I've stopped talking to him about it. He also doesn't like people asking about his problems. It bothers him, especially when they don't ask him directly, so you can't tell him we spoke about this."
All Haruhi could think to do was nod.
"Look, Haruhi, why did you come down here? Shouldn't you have stayed with Kyoya?"
"He told me to come down and make sure you didn't mess anything up."
"I'm not that incap-"
"Yes, you are."
The pair turned quickly, startled at Kyoya's sudden appearance. The dark-haired Host had appeared directly behind Tamaki, unharmed after what must have been (for him) a perilous trek down from the music room.
"Kyoya, you shouldn't've come down here!" Tamaki worried. "How're you feeling?"
"Fine, I don't have a concussion, and the headache is gone. I came to get my lunch."
"Kyoya-"
"Tamaki, I won't have you or anyone else babying me. My eyes are fine. I'm taking my lunch upstairs, eating in the club room to finish up some club business, finishing my German homework, and then I am going to class. Whether or not you join me is your business."
