[ A/N: aaand im here with the stereotypical sick scenes ]
She looks at him worriedly, as he shoots her a sheepish smile. He had scared her when he suddenly collapsed right after leaving the shop, and if she wasn't there, she wasn't so sure if things were to turn out right. She finds herself drifting off to space, only to find out when she snaps out of it, she had been staring at his direction all along. This thought made her fidget with her fingers, yet she couldn't deny how adorable he looks at this moment. Shaking her head profusely in attempt of escaping the "peculiar" thoughts that lingers in her mind, she leaves his room for a new bowl of cold water.
She comes back, only to find him fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly while his face snuggled into the pillow. Like a child, she whispers to herself, giggling at the amusing thought. Gently placing down the bowl beside her as she takes a seat in front of the figure, she hums a sweet melody as she changes the cloth, dabbing at the beads of sweat that trickled down his forehead.
"T-Tamako..."
She cringes at the mumble, freezes as she turns her head towards him, unsure of what she heard. Her heart was thumping so loudly it might as well wake him up. She peers at his face, turning red at the close contact, as she leans closer, prepared to give him a small peck on the forehead. No-one will know anyways, and it wasn't like her childhood friend reciprocated her feelings. She wishes that time would stop for her, because at this moment, she was able to have him all for herself. It was a selfish thought, she knows, but couldn't help dreaming about it. At that spur of the moment, he stirs and wakes up, opening his eye, to find her face awkwardly close to his. He blushes intently and backs away, only then she processes what happens, starts to stutter and turn red, and covers her face between her hands.