Summary: Shaoran caught a cold yet insisted to go to school so Sakura is trying to take care of him but then something happen.


It was mid July. Streets were wet, pavements were wet, the corner of the street was wet. The sound of the raindrops against umbrellas. Children playing on the puddle. The sound of splashed whenever a car passed by.

…and a sound of someone's sneezing.

"Aacho!" Shaoran sneezed as he covered his nose and mouth w/ his green handkerchief.

"Shaoran, are you sure you're alright?." Sakura worriedly asked, looking at at her classmate. And someone she loves.

With hoarse voice, he replied "I'm fine. It's just a cold." Tucking his hands on his jacket's pocket, walking to school.

Sakura didn't reply but she just nodded, walking in silence. A bit worried if she was being a nuisance to him since he was a meter away from her.

At school, in front of their locker room, girls were stealing glances at Shaoran's feverish red face, finding it adorable.

"Did you see Shaoran-kun, he's sooo adorable? I think he has a fever. Should I go to him?" A random girl talking to her friend beside her. "You're right. He looks so vulnerable…maybe he–" but she cut off the moment they felt a terrifying ominous atmosphere behind them.

"O-on a second thought, let's go to c-class…"
"I agree…" then they ran away almost tripping on their own feet.

Letting out a sigh, Sakura observed Shaoran breathing heavily and slightly leaning on his locker. "Sh-shaoran!" Worriedly walking towards him, she quickly halt the moment she was face to face to Shaoran's slightly shivering hand. "Stop. Don't come near me." He barely whispered.

"But…" Sakura tried to reason out, but Shaoran just looked at her straight in her green eyes and weakly smile. "I'm fine. I don't want you to get sick too."

Sakura blushed, not expecting him to look at her so…serious. "Fine…" Sakura sighed, but she zipped open her bag and gave him a mask. "Take care, okay?"

Slightly surprised, Shaoran smiled again, and reached for the mask. "I will."

But Sakura stepped forward and put the mask on him. "There." Sakura smiled brightly, making Shaoran thankful that he already have red face or it'll be obvious he was blushing.

"Thaank you. Let's go to class now. We're the only one here in the lockers. I don't want to be late. " He replied, turning to locked his locker. However, the moment he turned to look at Sakura, he saw her….bright red, head hung low.

Worried, he placed his hand to Sakura's forehead. "Why are you red? Did you catch my fever?"

Sakura shook her head in reply.

"Then what's wrong?"

Raising her head, Shaoran saw her beautiful face. She was so red, even her ears were red. Her emerald orbs twinkle…as if wanting to say something but she was slightly chewing her lips. What's wrong with her? She's so damn cute. He thought.

"Sakura, tell me. Wha-" Shaoran tried to asked, but it seems like his senses went dull as he didn't noticed her cut him, cupping his slightly hot cheeks…

For a brief second, his amber eyes saw her emerald eyes sparkled in anticipation before she shut her eyes, her cheeks tinted red, her soft honey colored bangs softly brushed his forehead, he felt her soft breath, her face inching closer on his…and felt a soft pressed against his mask.

Sakura felt the soft, thin mask, and a faint softness behind the mask, slowly moving back, hands still planted on his cheeks. "You have a fever…so.. Don't…let anyone get closer, okay?" Sakura timidly whisper, her lips pursed softly, her eyes staring at him, almost like a tease. Then, as if the courage she had melted, she cupped her face and ran away, leaving him alone.

Shaoran was planted on the spot, barely moving…gaping and speechless.

Then realization hit him, his mind replaying the warmth of his masked. He covered his mask mouth and yelled. "GAH! He-hey! I-I told youu not…to get cloose…" He barely yelled the last part, as he covered his blushing face.

"Damn it… The mask was in the way…."

Meanwhile, Sakura was about to enter the classroom, after a lot of pausing in the middle of the stairs she finally reached the classroom, but she paused yet again, covered her face again and mentally squealed.

"How will I face him later? Wh-why did I k-k-kiss him?!" She asked herself for the 5th time. And for the 5th time, her mind flashed Shaoran's red face, looking so vulnerable, looking so precious and needed to be protected…

"He just looks so cute." she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, she reached the door and slid it open. She saw Tomoyo and her video cam. "I wonder what's she's watching."

Walking towards her seat, "Good morning, Tomoyo-chan. What are you watching?" she greeted. Trying to take a look on the video cam's screen, Sakura squinted her eyes to look clearly. And much to her surprised, she saw….herself and a familiar masked guy, she saw her hands cupped on Shaoran's cheeks, her face slowly leaning forward, and a simple effects of red roses around them.

Sakura stiffened, her eyes glued to the video, the moment she saw herself kissing the masked Shaoran, she exploded in embarrassment, covering her face yet again. "Hoooee! To-Tomoyo-chan! Please delete that!" she cried out.
Before Tomoyo can replied, the sliding door opened, revealing the blushing, masked Shaoran. Noticing his arrival, Sakura turned away, and slowly sat on her seat.

She heard him sit, a few cough, and then silence. Sakura sighed of relieve, thinking Shaoran would yell or ask her about the it. Just when she finally feel free from tension, she flinched as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Sakura." the ever so familiar voice called her out.

Hoooe! He's mad at me! Ohnooo! Sakura mentally panicked, she prepared herself as she turned, sweating. "Ye-yes?"

Expecting his stern scolding, Sakura was taken aback at the familiar soft, thin mask cloth on her lips. It was just a peck, just a brief touch, but Sakura gasped, looking at Shaoran leaned back on his chair, he pulled down his mask slightly enough for her to see his lips.

"Payback." he whispered with a smirk.

THE END