Kyouya jumped as something like electricity shot through his left hand. The source was obvious: the small brunette walking calmly at his side, letting her arms swing about like a child. Didn't she have any dignity? He quickly put an extra foot in between them.
Yet, two minutes later, as they walked along the sidewalk, the jolt hit him once again, this time as their shoulders bumped together. Kyouya scowled and increased their distance. Didn't she have any sense of direction? Why did she keep getting closer? He stared at her with agitation, trying to ignore the way his heart was hammering in his chest. Couldn't she see what she was doing to him?
Well, no, of course not. This was Haruhi after all.
He struggled to maintain the small space between them; however, Haruhi seemed to move on a diagonal, and despite his best efforts, before even thirty seconds passed, she brushed against his side once more, and his insides curled. He leaped away as though burnt.
"Kyouya-sempai?" she asked, blinking up at him with surprise. "Is something wrong?"
Forcing a smooth smile, he inquired, "Why would you ever say that, Haruhi?"
She paused and stared at him intently for a moment. Then she shrugged and turned her head towards the stretch of pavement before them, smiling slightly. "No reason," she said innocently.
Kyouya eyed her doubtfully for a short period of time before a loud honk brought him crashing back to reality. He wheeled around and found himself face to face with the bumper of a massive eighteen-wheeler, the driver of whom looked very annoyed. He leaned his head out the window and called, "What the hell are you doing, man? Get outta the road!"
Kyouya opened his mouth to respond aggressively, but the feel of a small hand in his drew him up short; he spun, bewildered, and saw the young girl at his side smiling softly up at him. Without speaking, she led him to the sidewalk.
The electricity exploded for a moment and then relaxed into something calm and pleasant, a feeling of contentment that almost made Kyouya forget about the troublesome truck driver. Almost.
Kyouya had, of course, already made note of his license plate number.
For the time being, he just smiled warmly back at Haruhi, and allowed her to continue thinking that she had saved an innocent civilian from the wrath of Ohtori Kyouya.