A/N: I'm so sorry for being so inactive! School is just really busy right now. I know thats a lame excuse but bear with me please.

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#7. Take care of me when I'm sick.

"...I think I'm still in love with Rin."

Haru's ears burned as he whispered,

"...what?"

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"Why are you sorry?" Haru asked. "This doesn't concern me."

"Yes, it does!" Akari shouted, angry.

"Why?" Haru said, slightly raising his voice.

"Why? You know why!" She shouted at him.

"Why are you so angry?" Haru asked.

Akari sighed. "I'm going to my room. I have a headache..." She said, rubbing her temples.

"Are you okay?" Haru asked, placing his hand over her forehead.

She nodded and walked out of the room.

Akari had been bedridden and unable to attend school for a week. Her headache soon turned into a fever, which caused her heart to go into overdrive.

"She should stay in bed for the remainder of this week." The doctor said.

"But it's break!" Nagisa had shouted. "Can't she hang out with us, even for a little?"

"No, it's too risky on her end. She will stay in bed until she gets better."

Haru cooked for her every day; breakfast, lunch, dinner, and he even bought her snacks that she wanted from the convinence store.

"You don't have to do this, you know." Akari said, motioning to the bowl of porridge in Haru's hands.

"Yes, I do. How else are you going to eat?" He said, scooping some in a soup spoon.

"I can walk to the kitchen and cook. I'm not that sick..." She pouted.

"I'm not taking any chances. Open your mouth." He said, extending the spoon towards her.

After a week, she was up and at it again, with a big smile on her face and a subtle 'thank you' towards Haru.

"Achoo!"

"Are you okay, Haru?" Akari asked, motioning a tissue box towards him.

"...someone's talking about me..." He mumbled.

"I think you're just sick." She said, feeling his forehead. "You have a fever."

"Probably from you." He sniffled.

"Sorry." She laughed. "I'll make you some soup."

"How's Haru feeling?" Makoto asked over the phone.

"Better?" She asked. "To be honest, I don't know. He seems like he's fine, but..."

"That's just Haru for you." Makoto laughed. "Ah, Ran is calling me. I have to go."

"Bye."

"Bye!"

"I'm going out." Haru said, walking towards the door.

"Wait! But you're still sick!" Akari shouted, running towards him, and tugging him back into the living room.

"Akari, I'm fine."

She slapped her hand on his forehead.

"It feels normal..."

"Yup. Thanks to you." He patted her head. "I'm going now."

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Out."

"But-"

"You're not my mother, Akari." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but still..." She pouted.

"See you." He said, shutting the door.

"That boy..." She whispered, when a piece of paper fell on the floor.

Akari walked over to it and picked it up.

The list...

Skimming over it, she realized that she completed the previous two, plus a few extra, without even realizing it.

Taking a pen, she carefully crossed out numbers 6, 7, 8, and 10.

'Surprise me; Take care of me when I'm sick; Compliment me on my swimming.'

And the most recent one:

'Respect my privacy.'

Akari sighed.