"Ah, Haru? Are you okay?"
The female waited for Haruka, himself to respond but the silence only answered her question. Giving him a worried look, she was about to stand up and grab a medicine from the cabinet, only to be stopped mid-way when Haruka spoke.
"Someone's talking shit about me,"
'This guy..' You thought out, mentally face-palming to yourself. Sighing, you went grabbed a medicine from the cabinet and handed it to him. Haruka stared at the medicine for a moment, then looked back at you. "You have a slight cold, Haru." [Name] explained.
Scooting closer to him you brought your hand to his forehead.
"Your cold isn't that bad.. I'm sure it should be gone in a few days," She added. [Name] stood up once again and went to the kitchen as Haruka kept quite and waited for her to come back. Moments later, she was back with a damped towel on her hand.
She placed the damped towel on Haruka's forehead (Well, it was more of a hit, in Haruka's view) and he held it to prevent the damped towel from falling. Slowly, [Name] then flicked his nose, an irritated look plastered on her face.
"It's still cold to swim in the pool, Haru.. That's why you're sick." She said, scoffing. Her face slightly red from either anger or embarrassment. He didn't bother to find the answer, knowing that it would cost more trouble.
"Makoto's taking care of his siblings, so you'll have to take care of me, [Name]."
"Eh?! No way! Take care of yourself!"
"You're so stubborn, [Name].." Haruka slowly leaned on you, your face getting redder. Gently he planted his lips on yours. It was sweet and kind, like you had expected it to be. But that didn't last long when you quickly pulled him away from you, your face still flushed.
"You'll get me sick, Haruka." She scolded, as she tackled him with a hug. Haruka let out a small smile and hugged the petite female back. "I know.."
"You got me sick, Haru!"
"It's not my fault that you made me want to kiss you."
"Shut up, already."