To say the day was irritating was an understatement. People constantly asked what had happened to my wrist. I couldn't go five minutes without someone in my class asking about it. Either that or Tamaki would ask if I was okay. Was their any pain? Did I need anything? It was almost like he thought I was in some horrible situation. All it was, was a fracture. It wasn't some huge deal. Still people kept asking about it.

I guess in a way it was nice. People were worried about me, whether it was because of the fact that I was a Suoh or not, people were worried. The few times I ran into Honey, he made sure to ask if I was alright. I always told him I was. I flushed a little when I saw him. He would smile at me, even though he was still worried.

I wasn't sure what to think about Honey at this point. I had already talk to Tamaki twice, and insisted that we were only friends. Every time I saw him though my heart fluttered. There was also that conversation I overheard a few nights ago between Honey and Mori. Was I really that oblivious to my true feelings? Also, why hadn't Honey answered in regards to his feelings about me? Thinking about it only made me more confused, so I tried not to.

For the next few weeks, instead of having our usual club meetings we would visit Salkura at the hospital. She was usually in a good mood, unless one of the boys slipped and said commoner, which was more often than not. It was amusing to watch her rage at them. All of the boys were a little insensitive when it came to stuff like that. I mean, could you blame them? They had grown up living a pampered, decadent lifestyle. None of them knew what it was like to really need to work. I didn't either, but I still knew enough not to be insensitive about that fact. Plus, although it was funny to watch Sakura rage at the boys, I didn't want her wrath turned on me.

I still spent time with Honey and Mori on the weekends, despite my disability. Honey made sure I had plenty of cake, and he left Usa-Chan to keep me company while the two of them practiced.

"Honey-Senpai. Do you remember that day, a few weeks back. The day Sakura went into the hospital?" I asked one day while he was taking a break. He sat across from me, stuffing his face with cake, but when he heard me say his name he had stopped to listen. He nodded when I had stopped speaking. "I had accidentally left my bag in the cafeteria. Well when I had gone back to grab it... I overheard you and Mori-Senpai talking." I couldn't believe I was actually admitting to it, but I wanted to know why Honey had faltered and hadn't answered when Mori asked him about his feelings toward me.

"I had a feeling you had heard it, or at least some of it." Honey answered, giving me one of his smiles.

"How did you know?" I was a little surprised.

"When you came in the room, your face was red. Unless you were hot, then there really shouldn't have been another reason for you to be red. I just assumed you had heard some of the conversation." He stuck the cake on his fork into his mouth before giving me yet another smile.

"When Mori-Senpai questioned your feelings toward me you never responded. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that conversation and the fact that you faltered. I know it's not my place to ask, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but, what really are your feelings toward me?" I could feel the intense heat in my face, which only grew hotter as I had approached the inevitable question. He sat silent for a minute before looking up at me with a smile.

"I just want to help you find your true feelings Hanna-Chan. I think you have realized it, but you haven't let yourself believe it yet." Honey answered. That didn't answer my question though. I just nodded, letting the subject drop. I was pretty sure I had my answer though.