Now how long has it been?... I'm so sorry you guys! *bows down and rolls around in misery* Read it and forgive me? Please?

"Would you like me to leave the window open? Or is it too cold?"

"I like it open, the birds sound nice..." whispered Yoite with a half smile. The sixteen year-old's voice stronger than it had been a week ago, but it was still much quieter than his normal voice. Though, that had never been very loud to begin with.

That wasn't the only thing that had changed in the previous week. Spring had started to reach it's subtle tendrils into japan. along with that, Kazuho had prescribed a dozen more different medications to try and slow the deterioration of Yoite's unhealthy respiratory system. With current medical science she said he had about six more months before medicine would stop helping. Miharu had made the decision to not tell Yoite this piece of information; he said that it could come later and they should let Yoite enjoy this time instead of waiting for death to come for him.
As of now, Miharu was formulating an idea on how to male Yoite better. The Daya hadn't been lost when the Kairoshuu had attacked. Maybe it could be modified so it wouldn't need human bodies?

"Miharu are you okay?" The green eyed boy realized he'd been standing there staring off into space for several minutes now. "I'm fine, just thinking. Do you want me to get you anything? I can make us some food if you're hungry." "I'm okay..." "Than I'll make food later." said Miharu with a small smile. "I promised I'd make you Okonomiyaki right?" Yoite's face lit up a little at these words. "Am I well enough to eat it?" "Grandma thinks so. I'll make you as much as you want." Miharu smiled widely at Yoite's happy expression.
The younger boy walked over a sat down on the bed next to Yoite. This seemed to make Yoite almost shy to have Miharu being so kind and having him so close. The older boy had been surprised over and over again by how much Miharu seemed to care about him. What did the middle-schooler see in him? Not that Yoite disliked the affection...

Like how Miharu had gently laid his hand on Yoite's cold, boney one. Shyly, Yoite returned the gesture with a small squeeze of gratitude. He had never experienced things like this before Miharu had come into his life. No one had shown him kindness or affection.
Well, maybe Yukimi-san...
"What did you say?" Yoite hadn't realized that he'd said anything out loud. "I was just thinking about Yukimi-san..." he said quietly. "Do you think he's okay?" "Would you like to invite him to dinner?" Miharu saw Yoite's eyes widen slightly at his statement. "W-We can? Will he... Want to see me?" It looked like Yoite hadnt been aware that Yukimi was there the entire time he Yoite had been in pain. The blond had been worried sick for the boy as Kazuho did her best to help him with medication. "Of course he'll want to see you! I'll go call him right now." Yoite smiled excitedly.

"I'll just have to make a lot of Okonomiyaki later..."

The Rokujou household had dinner in Miharu's room that evening. Thus meant that The emerald eyed boy had to walk back and forth to the kitchen as he cooked, politely refusing his grandmother's offer to help. Yukimi kept teasing him and saying that he was trying to impress Yoite by carrying four plates at once.

The blond man had arrived about an hour before the cold, low rising sun set. Yoi had run right at Miharu the moment Yukimi opened the door of his small, gray car. Jumping into Miharu's arms, the cat meowed loudly and licked the boy's nose.
Miharu had laughed softly at this. He wondered if Yoite liked cats... They'd never talked about them.
He got his answer soon enough when the young cat jumped to the bed and sat next to Yoite's head. Blue eyes widened, startled, and Yoite made a small sound of surprise before smiling. "Miharu, who's this?" he said almost playfully as he slowly raised his hand to pet the cat. Yoite had been in such a good and still was. "He's Yukimi's cat." "Yukimi-san? Where is he?" Yoite said excitedly.
"I'm right here." came Yukimi's amused voice. The blond man had been a few steps behind Miharu in the doorway, out of Yoite's field of vision; which he stepped into now. "Yukimi-san!" "How've you been, kid?" Yukimi ignored the fact that he knew how Yoite's health was more than the boy himself did. "Good. Miharu's been really kind." Yoite said with a smile in the younger boy's direction. "You two don't get too serious, ya'hear! You're in no shape for any kind of action." This, of course, made both boys blush. "I'll go start cooking dinner!" Miharu said quickly.

The four people had talked fur hours. When Yukimi had finally said goodbye and deposited Yoi in the front seat if his car, it was already completely dark.

When Miharu had brushed his own teeth and helped Yoite get ready to sleep, the blue eyed boy was already half asleep as Miharu tucked him in. The day had been more exciting than he'd had in a while, and it had exhausted him.
As Miharu lovingly brushed the hair out of Yoite's face, the older boy smiled. "Miharu..." "Yes Yoite?" said Miharu, sitting on his futon and looking up at Yoite's peaceful expression. "Thank you for the okonomiyaki... It was good." Yoite was asleep seconds after the words had left his lips, a smile still showing on his pale face. Miharu couldn't help but smile as well. "You're welcome. Goodnight..."

Ahhhh I feel like the atmosphere was weirrrrrrd... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Idk. What do you guys think?