"…about?" I prompt after a brief silence.

"Who was that?" he asked, staying near the door.

"The owner of the dolls, Hinata from class 2-b, what about her?" I slouch in my seat. This wasn't how I imagined my evening, sitting here with Koizumi. I wouldn't quite say I envied his collective stance, but he certainly made it look easy.

"Is that all?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his face, "So you weren't trying to make me jealous?"

…..

"You're an idiot Koizumi, what reason would I have to make you jealous?" It's not like we're something. Nothing but two guys who kissed a few times. Absolutely nothing.

"Kyon-kun?" He asked.

"What?" I say, getting up I pick up my bag again, ready to leave.

"…Never mind," he said, his gaze downcast.

"What? Don't just start and stop Koizumi." I say as I stop before him.

"It's nothing, sorry," He says, moving out of my way so I can leave. I sigh and open the door. Something lately has been eating at me lately, as I start down the hall I stop and look out the window, the sun was setting a ripe orange color.

This beating in my chest, it gets worse around Koizumi. "So irritating," I mumble, sometimes I wish it would stop.

-0-0-

Koizumi was absent the next day. And the day after that. An entire week passes by without him, and if I didn't know better, which I do, I'd say it was somehow my fault. I sigh and scratch my head at the end of the day and open the door to the club room.

He does realize that this isn't a manga, no one's going to realize he's hiding except me.

….oh great, he's probably wallowing in self-loathing and it's all my fault and a week's gone by and I hadn't come to the conclusion till now. Way to go Kyon, kudos for making it this far in life without realizing your ignorance.

"Kyon, I'm tired, I'm calling the club quits for today," Haruhi says, brushing passed me and out the door she goes.

Nagato was already packing up her book, and Asahina nodded to me as she followed Haruhi out. Sighing again, this must be fate at work, trying to make me do the right thing. Even if I don't want to.

"Alright already," I say to fate, or to myself, whichever I'm trying to convince, "I'll go, happy?"

-0-0-

I said I was bringing him homework so the secretary at the school gave me his address, but I never assumed I actually get it. I mean, what if I was lying?

…. Well, I actually do have his homework, so I guess it's not a lie, but still.

Anyway, he lives in an apartment complex that's really close to the café we went to back then. It's not to terribly fancy, much more mundane than Nagato's place, but still, better than what I'd thought. Third floor, room 508. I'm looking around and find it at last.

I knock a few times and wait. And wait. Waiting… ok, was he even home? I grab the handle and start to turn it, it's unlocked. Idiot, what if I were a murder?

Sucking in a breath I open the door and walk in. It's dark, but I can hear something far off. Talking? I walk in, slipping my shoes off I set my bag down beside it and start looking around. Living room and kitchen are empty, though dirty dishes and take out boxes reside on the counter and in the sink, so obviously he's still alive.

I open my mouth, about to call out his name, when I hear the speaking again, coming from a room down a private hall, two doors open and one shut, to which I think is a closet. Slowly, quietly, I start walking towards the noise and stop outside of one room, peeking in it's the bathroom, and empty at that.

Down to the next room, I can hear his voice.

"…Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry, I just wasn't feeling to well… Alright. Love you, bye mom." I hear a beep and peek in to see him set the phone down on the floor beside him. He sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, he wore casual clothes with a towel around his shoulders, a drop of water falls from a stray strand of hair.

…Ok, what now? I hadn't thought this far through. I practically broke into his house. Well, the door was unlocked and he didn't answer, but still.

I take a step backwards blindly, turning just a bit and trip over my own feet, falling face first into the hardwood floor.

I'm dead. Dead meat. Nope, I live no more.

"Who's there?" He says, sort of curious, sort of on guard.

"Uh, hi." I mumble, sitting up as Koizumi comes to his doorway.

"Kyon?" He asks, as if I might be an apparition.

"I brought your homework you missed," I start, scrambling to my feet, "You didn't answer when I knocked and the door was open."

"Oh, sorry about that." He says, a sort of sad look on his face.

"Why weren't you at school?" I ask.

"No reason, sorry you came all the way here for nothing." He says, brushing passed me.

"Koizumi," I turn around, catching his hand. "Last time you did this it was my fault. Right? What did I do this time?" Don't tell me it was because of Hinata and her dolls.

"It's nothing Kyon. You just got here, and I know you didn't have to come, but you did. Thanks for stopping by, but can you leave?" He asks.

He's not adding 'kun' to my name, something is obviously wrong.

"What did I do?" I repeat.

"Nothing," he replies, trying to shake off my hand, "Let go."

Something is obviously wrong. Great, Kyon, what did you do? "Tell me what I did and I'll let go." I say, tightening my grip.

"If I'm just an annoyance, you don't have to bother with me." He says.

What? I think back…. Had he heard me when I said it was irritating? Idiot.

"You're not an annoyance." I say, "I said it's irritating, this annoying beating in my chest. It happens every time you're near Itsuki."

He turns and looks at me to gauge if I'm lying or not. Holding in a sigh, I step forward and kiss him. There, "Why would I lie to you?" I ask him a moment later. "Because I wouldn't. Alright?"

He nods, "Ok, Kyon-kun. Sorry for worrying you."

Idiot. I'm not sure if It's me or him I say it for, but surely one of us is an idiot if we keep by passing one another.