"Haru, drink your medicine."
You carefully handed him a spoon with medicine on it. He let out a harsh cough and sat up to drink the medicine. You offered to take care of him because you didn't mind missing out on school, but it had been four days in a row already, and you hoped for him to get better soon for his sake.
But when will he get better? You frowned.
The dark-haired boy noticed your frown and stared at you , yet you didn't notice. Finally lifting your head up, you plastered a fake smile on your face and held out a hand to take the spoon from him. It was then that you noticed he was looking at you the whole time, and felt your face getting warm.
"W-What is it?" You stammered.
No answer came from him, just a pair of big blue eyes staring into your [e/c] eyes.
You couldn't stand him looking at you like that and turned around, with a flushed red face. The boy looked at you in confusion and raised an eyebrow wondering why you turned around so hastily. Getting the courage to turn around, you put out your hand once again to take the spoon from him.
He's still staring.. You thought.
"Haru, give me the spoon so I can wash it." You finally said.
"No,"
A jolt of frustration went through you. How stubborn can he be? He should be grateful someone is here to take care of him.
"Just give me the spoon," You said, trying to hide your frustration.
Out of nowhere, the dark-haired boy reaches his arm out and pulls your head close to yours. His gaze looked even stronger from up close. He tightened the grip on your head and focused his ocean-blue eyes on your face, only to make you blush a darker red.
"Not unless you tell me what's wrong."
What's he talking about? You flashed him a confused face which made him slightly furrow his brows and put an arm on one side of you, caging you. Your heart started beating faster than normal in a matter of seconds.
"If you don't tell me-"
"What are you even talking about?!" You finally spat out.
His gaze weakened a bit while his hand loosened on your head. His usual calm, dark blue eyes were back, but you could tell he was just as frustrated as you were. He pulled both his arms back and leaned back onto the bed, looking in the opposite direction. You felt a bit of disappointment, but what were you disappointed about? You quickly shook your head and pushed the thought to the back of your head.
"Are you going to give me the spoon to wash now? At least be grateful you have-"
"No."
You were at limit now. He already pushed you to the point where you almost exploded out of frustration and disappointment. You let out a heavy sigh and got off your chair to stomp over to the other side of the bed. Quickly, you snatched the spoon and tried to walk to the door, but a strong hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you in.
"H-Hey, what are you-" Before you could finish your sentence, he had already pulled you onto the bed with him above you, pinning your arms down. His dark hair dangled over his face, covering his eyes. You were too angry to even blush at this point, and looked at him with furrowed brows. You tried desperately to push him off of you, but his athletic build wouldn't budge.
He finally lifted his head, revealing his dull and emotionless eyes. It actually scared you a bit, and made you twitch. You've never seen him look like that before. Was he angry? Upset? You couldn't tell.
"Why are you sad?" He finally asked.
Your eyes widened at his question. Was that what he was being so stubborn over? What made him think- Oh. I see. You chuckled to yourself a bit and gave him a lopsided smile.
"It's nothing!" You lied.
It didn't convince him at all. He leaned closer towards you and cupped his palm on your cheek. His expression quickly changed from dull and emotionless to sad and concerned. You gulped at the touch of his hand on your cheek. Your frustration and anger was gone, and now you were just embarrassed. You couldn't help but think about how cute he looked when he was worried. It was rare for him to be worried about anything in general. But why worry over you? You're the one that should have the right to be worried.
"(Name)," he spoke softly, "you should worry over yourself before you worry over someone else."
You didn't know how to reply to that, and just looked at him with wide eyes. How was he able to read you so easily? Was it that obvious?
Your mind went completely blank when he bent down closer and kissed your forehead. You let out a little squeal and blushed even harder, but you couldn't help but smile like an idiot.
Guys this is my first one shot that I've written and I hope you guys like it! If you find any mistakes, please tell me! I dont exactly know if I should continue this or leave it as a oneshot yet, but I will notify you when I make my decision! For now, this is what I have, so please enjoy it!