Chapter 09

2nd Person's POV*

You squinted your eyes as you gazed up upon your bed window, wishing you could just magically gain some kind of power that could just fade your sickness away just like that.

But that's just a wish.

Groaning while laying on your bed since morning, you can't help but just glue yourself into that position due to your pained-ass body.

Suddenly, your phone started to vibrate and created such a sound that startled you like a jumpscare.

Extending your arm as you reached for it on top of the nightstand beside your bed, you rubbed your eyes and scrolled to see who messaged you out of the concrete bubble.

[ Fr: Haru-Haru ]
good morning, have you woken up?

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[ To: Haru-Haru ]
ya

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[ Fr: Haru-Haru ]
can i come to your house? like..
visit you?... again(?)

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[ To: Haru-Haru ]
uhm.... you already visited me dorkface!
can't i just do the visiting this time?? ;<

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[ Fr: Haru-Haru ]
alrighty squid. no prob with that.

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Butterflies occured in your empty stomach, like a full world of them aching into it from like a zero to a hundred. Wait no, a zero to a million.

The realization after you snapped yourself back into reality that Haruka, the same old stoic friend of yours wanted to visit you again. After visiting you with the others just like, a day ago.

I mean, sure, friends are supposed to be obsessed over their friends. Especially when they are not feeling their best at the very moment. But this moment, feels different.

You packed your black leather sling bag and slid it on your shoulder making it fall softly, leaving it hanging on your narrowed shoulder. You slid your shoes, your favorite maroon converses in your two feet and head out.

Outfit? It was just the definition of simplicity and casual, as if. You just wore a simple oversized yellow-pastel hoodie that you purposely made it look like you were wearing a dress in someway.

And some dark denim shorts all over your thighs. Casual as ever, right?

You also simply just worked your hair up in a messy bun with baby hairs popping out a bit. And you were also too lazy to ever put such makeup on your skin, your face in particular. You never really do had the intention on wearing makeup. Since birth.

It didn't took long for you to found yourself finally standing front of the doorstep of your friend's house. Actually, you just realized that both of you were neighbors in the hood.

After a few several knocks and ring on the doorbell outside, the wood finally opened and swinged, showing the presence of none other than; water addict himself.

"Th-That was quick.." said Haruka, stumbling at your presence.

You smiled, trying to lessen the weakness behind it while just gliding your way inside the door frame. "I know my skills." you proudly said after recalling yourself just getting his text, and after like three minutes later you were all ready to leave the house.

"You leave alone??"

Glancing at his home, your eyes skimmed through here and there. Haruka noticed where your eyes is landing, "Yeah.. I know its not much."

You chuckled at his sentence. "You kidding?! I mean, I live with my mom so it makes sense that she builds up all the necessary furnitures inside and decorations but.. you, yourself alone here? And still living in a cool house??.. I would never."

After a second of glancing at the rooms, ceilings, tiled floors, pretty much everything; you shifted your sight to Haruka. He had blood, red in color flushing all over his face, mostly in his cheeks while just looking at you.

You ignored the fact that he was literally blushing and had an idea tick on your head.

"Do you.. know how to cook?"

The sudden question gave Haruka like a huge thud on the chest in a hurricane. Took him a pause first before answering, "C-Cooking?" he belwilderedly stared at you.

Nodding as a reply, you quickly dropped your sling bag on the nearest couch from you and took his wrist, jogging towards the kitchen.

As you had the poor, confused boy in the kitchen. You found two aprons folded lying on the counter, you obviously grabbed it and wore it. Tossing the other one to Haruka.

"W-Wait... w-what are we g-going to d-"

"We're making COOKIES!! DO YOU HEAR ME, SIR. NANASE? WE ARE BAKING CUKESSS'-"

You skimmed through each one of the available cabinets in the kitchen. And perfectly found yourself infront of a counter with all the needed ingredients for the recipe.

"Sugar, butter, flour, eggs, table salt, brown sugar, chocolate chips, baking powder, vanilla extract, all-purpose flour and granulated sugar... CHECK!!!~" your crackhead self just left the man next to you sincerely all puzzled up from head to toe.

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Haruka's POV*

"I thought.. she was sick?" I thought myself confusingly as I watch her start doing her necessities actions to the recipe.

I could tell that she is a really good chef at home with her mother, honestly though, I wish someday I could just be a talented person as her and other people.

She got dem' skills.

Not gonna lie tho, did she really put an effortless outfit idea together and wore it but.. still look that good? Wait, she always look good, what am I even debating about-

(a/n: is that really u haru-kun)

"C-Could you bring me a glass of-- water? All this hardwork in a s-simple recipe is already making my throat-- thirsty!" she coughed between her sentences. I knew she was still sick.

I swiftly followed what she instructed and grabbed a glass in the cabinets, and pour some cold- no, warm water in the transparent glass.

"Here, ma'am." I lended her the drink.

She thanked me and giggled at my sarcasm. Then took a long sip on the drink I gave her. "Refreshing." Now she got back to work with her trusty-none-exhausted-looking arms back in the game.

I wanted to tell her that we should probably take a break from the baking but she looked too focus and her pride was filled with courage of making a good, delicious chocolate cookie. I, of course didn't want to ruin that.

As she was doing her thing, sinking her arms and strength on the counter. I took the free chance to examined her.. maybe stare at her in other words.

She had this slender toned body with attractive body proportions that could easily catch any guy's eye in one look. The clothing fabric wrapped around her body looked like they all belong together as if in one piece.

Her hair was bouncy, smooth to look at. I wanted to touch it. But I can't, she might get a creep vibe from me in her inner self. But I'm not lying when I said it, her hair could possibly look so well put in any hairstyle you can think of.

And her face... every facial feature of her highlighted every portion of her as a whole. She looked so peculiar and natural, without all those makeup thingys that girls normally like to wear.

I prefer girls without it.

I was cut to the chase of staring as she let a loud huff that was filled with success in it. "Finally done." she threw the plastic gloves she was wearing in the bin and opened the oven, placing in the tray, and closing the oven, and turning in the average speed.

"Well that went well.." she smiled at me once again. The smile full of energy when you look at it but I know, I just know behind all that energy was exhaustation. I'm used to reading people.

I didn't even realize, I found myself smiling to her with my eyes narrowing. "Y-Yeah."