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Sorry for not updating for months! Sorry for being a lazy author... I'm gonna try to update more, I feel bad for you guys waiting, so please enjoy this chappy!!!! >_<
I changed (f/n) to (name), is it okay? Or would you prefer (f/n)? 🍙❔❓Comment down your opinion, it will always help!

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(Name)'s POV

It was a good day, good wheater, no homework, it's was a weekend, Saturday and one more thing... I was sick... I was told to stay in bed, rest and was also told to avoid using gadgets because they told me that I would have a worse headache. I mentally cried on my bed with the cooling patch on my forehead.

"(Name), I'm going to work, can you handle yourself?" Mom asked as she went inside my room. "Of course I can! I'm old eno-" I wasn't able to finish my sentence.

"Your friend, Mark actually was outside waiting for you, so I let him inside and told him that you were sick and that I was going off to work." She informed me and when she did I remembered that I owed him lunch, since I lost the bet yesterday.

"And?" I signaled her to continue. "He said he could look after you since he didn't have anything else planned." She replied to me.

"I thought you said I was old enough to handle myself?" I asked childishly with a little pout, holding the end of the blanket.

"You're a bit extra clumsy when you are actually sick." She explained then I paused for a second and replied; "Good point. Okay, fine..."

"I'll be off to work now, I'll tell Mark that he can go up here now, bye." She hurriedly bid goodbye with a quick kiss on my forehead and walked out the room.

Not so long after, A certain blonde with blue eyes made his apperance. "With the wheater fine like this, just how did you get sick?" Was the first thing that he said as he saw me.

"I don't know, you're not the one suffering here." I said looking over to him. "Is your fever that bad?" He questioned curiously.

"Not really, I'm just dying of boredom..." I sulked looking over to the other side of the room.

"It's not like I can play around either, Not in this condition." I faced the celing as I complained.

"You'll think of something, it's you we're talking about here." Mark tried to cheer me up. "Maybe... But what if I don't?!" I panicked, sitting up looking around thinking about what to do, making the cooling patch to fall from my forehead.

"Geez. Just stay calm." He says as he harshly put back the cooling patch on my forehead. "I think I'm already dead..." I stated as I was comprehending with the stinging feeling on my forehead.

"While think about something to do, I'll get you something to eat." He said after he sighed and got up, heading to the kitchen, before he got out of the room, I.......

Mark's POV

I stood up, heading towards the door, to the kitchen, not until (Name) had blocked the doorway. I tensed up from from the sudden action but relaxed later, I let out a small sighed and asked;

"What are you doing?" I calmly asked then her gaze had stared at my eyes and I stared back, waiting for her to answer my question.

"You..." She starts as she looked back at the ground. "I what?" I asked cluelessly then I felt a aura that I would describe it as a dark one.

"You can't cook, stay away from the kitchen." She said with an intense gaze on me, while I blushed in embarrassment, it was a thing that only she knew.

"H-hey, that was years ago, I know how to cook!" I argued with a small stutter, hoping that she would believe me.

"Can't." She argued back.

"Can."

"Can't."

"Can." I shot back and it went on and on, until she finally gave in.

"Fine, I give up..." She puts both hands up as a sign of surrender and sat down on her bed.

I went to the kitchen and looked at the different contents of the fridge and the cabinets then I finally decided what to make, onigiri, it was a childhood thing for me and her, it was the only thing I could make, the only food that I actually practiced and put effort on since then.

While waiting for the rice to steam, I heard a loud thud by the staircase, so I rushed over there.

(Name)'s POV

I couldn't sit still, thinking about what's happening in the kitchen, maybe Mark would forget about the food his cooking and burn it, then he would panic and accidentally throw oil on the fire, the burn the kitchen then the house then our neighbors then the whole neighborhood then the village then the city, worst case scenario, the whole country...

I quickly stood up took my fluffiest pillow and grabbed my blanket, and made my way down the stairs, while I did, I was still on guard, just in case I trip on some item on the stair steps. Even how cautious I was, no matter how much I focused on the stair steps ahead of me, I still tripped on the last two steps because I slipped.......................................... ON MY BLANKET!!!

"Blanket, you betrayer....." I quietly insulted the blacket that was on me, then I heard footsteps nearing me, my gaze was on Mark, who sighed at me.

"Just what popped in your mind that made you actually risk you to run down the stairs?" Mark asked offering me to help me up.

"That you would forget about your cooking, panic and accidentally throw oil on it." I reached out for his hand to help me up, while he just sweatdropped at my reply to him, then once I got a hold of his palm, he helped me up.

Mark helped me by carrying my blanket, stating that it was to dangerous for me, so I let him be. I sat on the couch and so did he, I was about to sigh but whil I was breathing in, I smelled something burning, it was just a hint, I could have missed it but I didn't. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen and the first thing my gaze went to was the rice cooker having a light grey smoke coming out of it.

I immediately turned it off then faced to Mark, who was hiding behind the doorframe, not prepared for his consequences.

Mark's POV

(Name) slowly turned her head, making her look at me. I was waiting for her red aura and the sounds of quick continuous foot steps and chase me..... But none of that came, instead she quickly glance at me with a small sigh and turned on the stove.

"(Name)?" I called out and went out of my hiding spot.

"Geez. You can just say that you can't cook, besides I owed you lunch anyways." She told me, "But if it was worse... I was gonna hunt you down." She said emmiting murderous aura and a small creepy smile, while I backed away a bit.

After that, silence came, it wasn't the awkward one, it was relaxing, just watching her cook, the sounds of a pan moving against the stove. It felt natural and soothing.

'Whoever she marries in the future sure is lucky, she would be a good wife....' My mind told me, while I blushed a bit then shook my head and regained back my composure.

"Here! It's perfect!" She happily stated as she turned off the stove and place it on the place near her. After, she placed the dish in front of me with a proud face, and she told me;

"That's the best I've made so far, no doubt that it's good!" she proudly said as she handed me just a fork.

I took the fork that she offered, sliced a part of the omelet and tasted it. "It's good..." I quietly complimented then took another slice of it, until there was none left.

"Of course! It's me we're talk-" she couldn't finished her sentence because of her coughs then followed by sniffs caused by her cold. Her sickness had finally caught up to her.

"(Name), sorry, I forgot all about your sickness!" I apologized as I help her to the couch and lay down. Then I lately noticed that her cooling patch on her forehead was gone, it might have fallen off earlier when she fell down the stairs.

"Where are the other patches?" I asked. "It's on the shelf at the bathroom...." she sleepily replied, it was like all her energy had disappeared.

I nodded in response and made my way to the bathroom, quickly gazed at the shelf and found a small box of it. I grabbed it and quietly walked back to where (Name) was. From there, I softly smiled at the sight: she was peacefully asleep.

I silently went towards her figure and kneeled down. I gently moved her (h/c) bangs on her forehead, before I placed the patch, I softly kissed her forehead then placed the cooling patch.

I took my time looking at (Name)'s facial features as I sat on the floor, while admiring her face, (Name) had quickly kissed me on the lips then faced the other side while I was comprehending on what happened as my fingers were on my lips. I just smiled and intertwined my fingers with hers and softly said;

"Get well soon, (Name)...."

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That's the end of this one-shot! I hoped you all enjoyed it, and once again sorry of not updating for soooo long, my apologies. But if you liked this please like and comment, it would always help! Thx for reading this!