Disclaimer: All of these characters are owned by the wonder creators of this manga. I don't own any of them; this is only for fun.

Setting: This story is set in the second manga.

A/N: Hey, guys! I rated this T because of some adult themes, but there's nothing explicit here, so don't worry. This is gonna be a pretty long-running story about Yakumo's "stomach virus." You'll be all through his head in this story, hearing his thoughts as he jumps to conclusions and gets things wrong. I hope you'll find it cute!

Her hair smelled of sweet apple shampoo. The foreign contours of her doll-like face shared all their secrets with him.

She pursed her lips a little, creating an adorable, innocent expression. When she opened her glistening eyes, framed by fluttering lashes, Yakumo felt his heart soar.

She crawled away from him, and he followed her until she stopped and stared contentedly into his eyes - and smiled.

Haruka.

He touched her face, caressing the curves of her flushed cheek. She fell back delicately before he could savor the touch, falling just out of his reach.

"Haruka..." Yakumo took on a slightly annoyed, boyish tone.

She giggled innocently, but he grew impatient of this little chasing game and leaned forward. Their faces were inches apart. Yakumo's heart had never beat so fast.

Their lips were just barely apart. In that moment, he could feel warmth and life emanating from her.

He closed his eyes...

And then he opened them.

"UNGH!"

Yakumo crashed loudly to the ground, staggered to his feet a second later, and collided with the wall directly behind him.

It cracked.

A bit of drywall fell onto his hair.

He didn't notice, too busy clawing at the wall for dear life as though he was trying to hold onto the smooth surface. It was almost like he'd seen a ghost.

...Or, in his case, almost like he'd been tickled.

For the longest time, Yakumo said nothing. Then, still completely expressionless, he made his way to the fridge and pried it open.

His shaking hand found that cold, familiar bottle - an ever-present melon power drink.

However, the liquid never once reached his lips. They were still burning - tingling - and he honestly didn't think he'd be able to stomach anything. So he slipped back onto the couch and held the drink in his hand until it went numb, trying to make sense of what he was feeling.

Yakumo wasn't good with feelings. And, in regards to what he'd been doing in that dream, he had absolutely no idea. He just knew that it made him feel weird.

Uncomfortably, he shifted on the couch.

A zinging pain shot through his head. His heart lurched within his tight chest. Cold sweat dripped down his face. His stomach tightened itself into multiple knots, and then more knots and more-

Then Yakumo's eyes widened. A slight gasp escaped him, and his eyebrows furrowed as he reached a final, horrendous conclusion.

"I think... I'm contracting a stomach virus."

A/N: A stomach virus? Oh dear, Yakumo... I think it's called love.

Do you think I did a good job with him? Leave a comment and tell me!