DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of this fic. It solely belongs to Tachibana Higuchi.


Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it.

- Franz Lebowitz


"Hey! You're not sick anymore!" a certain pink-haired gal yelled to the guy who was hugging her from behind. "Get off me, Tsubasa!"

"H-huh? I'm still sick, can't you see?" He teasingly grinned as Misaki tried to break away from his grasp.

"No, you're not!" She screamed and ran in circles while Tsubasa just followed her, smirking.

"You know you can't run away from me, right?" Tsubasa's taunting earned him an angry expression from Misaki.

"What the-?!" She paused and made a fist.

"Hey, hey, I'm still staggering, see?" He joked and staggered until Misaki had already nowhere to run. "I'm seriously going to punch you, Tsubasa! I swear you're not sick anymore!"

"Are you sure? I'm still sick, can't you see?" He teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist, facing her back.

"It's not a fever anymore! You're having that perverted disease! It's incurable!" She yelled again, as she desperately tried to get off her best friend's and boyfriend's embrace.

"So, do you mind taking care of me forever?" He teased again and smirked. Oh, how he enjoyed torturing her.

And so there went the day in which Tsubasa was 'sick' and Misaki had to take care of him.


Hi, guys :) I know I already uploaded this before. This is somewhat like the upgraded version of Just Ours. :))

I do not own the plot. This was from Special A :))

And I thank buttercupbella fore beta-reading most of my upcoming stories.

To AoGA, HAPPY HOUSE CUP, EVERYONE!