"Okay, let's go!"

Exhaustion overcame me as I held onto the tree, lactic acid building up in my legs causing stitches painful enough to make me drop.

Or not.
Okay body, I know that I shouldn't have ran but do you REALLY need to give me a stitch?

"Lord, my legs ache like mad!" I sat down on a bench underneath the cherry blossom (or sakura), nurturing my foot while searching Google for foot remedies. "Push your fingers gently on the spot to remove the pain", my eyebrows furrowed together, I think that some of my brain cells just died. "Good for nothing Google, THAT JUST MAKES IT HURT MORE!" I stuffed the phone back in my blazer pocket and laid my leg on the bench, leaning my head back to rest it on the tree's trunk.

Wish Hotaru was here, she would know how to get rid of this stitch.

My eyes closed as light pink petals danced in the wind, the calm breeze kissing my cheeks. This isn't really helping my foot but it's quite calming. As I got lost in my own world, one of those rare moments where I can escape reality for a few moments, a shuffling of footsteps was heard. My eyes snapped open, my senses alarming me saying that someone - or something - was coming. Okay Mikan, calm down, don't panic. My heart tugged as I stumbled into position, trying to act like a normal 17 year old.

Should I get my phone out? Normal teenagers just play with their phones right? RIGHT!? BRAIN, GIVE ME ANSWERS!

The footsteps grew louder as they grew closer, my fingers fumbled as I retrieved my phone only to put it back.

This is gonna look really suspicious, I'll just hide behind the tree. Yes, I'll just hide like a normal, fully functioning person.

My pace quickened when a female voice was heard, sweat dropped from my forehead, my eyes widened when I heard that voice.

"Hyuuga? Where are you? What? WHY are you at the store buying a can of Fanta, he can't drink it you- You selfish Brat, shut up, I'm coming." She barked at her screen before ending the call, a huff was heard from her as she gracefully stepped into the building.

No way, that cool voice...
What is she doing here?

No, no, wait a minute. Nothing adds up.

I crouched down, holding my aching head in my arms. Nothing seemed to add up. I glanced upwards, my eyes fixed on the falling petals. My mouth was slightly open and lose as I refocused, she was talking to Natsume right? But she hates him.

"UGH! WHY ISN'T THIS MAKING ANY SENSE?" My mind just shut down as I fell back, I felt like a ball of tangled yarn - yes - one that was just played with and left alone. Hotaru Imai, why are you so goddamn mysterious? I shook my head violently, is she here to meet Ru? But she's never mentioned that name before. And she seems to have Natsume's phone number, are they close? There was a tremor in my heart as that last thought passed through my head, a stinging sensation was felt around my stomach.

No, no. I'll just go inside and...

I halted and leaned against the tree, petals fell on my head making me look like a bouquet of flowers.

I don't even know Ru's surname, there's no way I'll even get in there.

They know each other, they know each other, they know each other.

I chanted that sentence in my head as I walked around the hospital.

But why didn't she ever tell me that they're that close? I mean, they even have each other's phone numbers!

My arms hung loosely by my side, my thoughts right now had become nightmares - only escapable by them - they had become fleeting. if I let them float around like unrounded sheep, what will become of me?

What will happen if I just-

"COUGH COUGH!" A rough cough was heard, it sounded more painful every time he coughed, then I heard a clatter, like a wooden object was dropped on the floor with so much force that it could break.
"HEY! ARE YOU OKAY?" I quickly sprang into action as I ran by the blonde man's side, patting his back as I offered him some water from my bottle, "hey, do you want some water?" My heart raced as his coughing grew worse, it sounded as if he was about to vomit any second.

He waved a hand and rejected my offer, "I'm fine" he choked his words in between coughs, "this happens all the time, thanks for offering". He turned sideways giving me a chance to view his cobalt eyes. My face grew warm and I quickly turned away.

He's someone who can gently smile, huh?
Totally the opposite of a certain someone.

He shakenly stood up, using both his bow and me for support, "you do archery?" I asked while gesturing towards his bow, my eyes sparkled as he nodded.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice sounded airy and light, if it didn't have a raw edge to it I could've mistaken him for a girl. His hair was a nice blonde, the type that shone brightly in the sunlight, his blue eyes contrasted that, almost like the ocean on the beach. He's clearly foreign.

"Well, thank you, but I better get back to the hospital" his voice sounded force and dry.
"YOU'RE A PATEINT?!" He nodded, a little bit frazzled from my loud tone. "I'LL CARRY YOUR THINGS!" He smiled, an angel like smile, as he handed me his bow.

For some reason, I feel like I've met him before.

(Natsume's POV)

"Hyuuga." I glanced upwards to be met with a pale girl with a clearly unamused expression plastered on her ugly face.

Tch, it's her.

"What do you want, Slug?" My tone sounded bitter as I glared at her, crimson against amethyst eyes full of ice.
"Are you going to shoot with Ru today as well?" She asked while ignoring my nickname for her, again.

I searched her for any gifts, aha, she thinks that she's unpredictable but really, she's just as dumb as Mikan. "Did you bring him flowers again? You know that he doesn't like you like that, so why bother?" I smirked triumphantly as her face grew sour, her eyes hardened as she stared down at my bow.
"I never said that I liked him and who knows, maybe I'm just like you," she slapped the flowers on my chest, multi-coloured petals flew everywhere as the gerberas burst, "you are really obvious, even if she doesn't realise it maybe because, oh I don't know, she hates you."

I raised a brow as a scowl was present on my face, "you're the one who told her that I knock people's confidence down, it's because of you that she doesn't believe me." I tore the flowers off her and grasped onto them tightly, earning a moment of silence.
Her tense posture dropped as she held the bridge of her nose, "changing the subject, your parents are wondering where you are, they won't stop calling me. Are you visiting them?" Her eyes were fixated on my face, as if there was something wrong with me.

Forcing the ruined flowers onto her hand I walked away, "of course I am".

Or maybe you should keep your nose where it belongs.