Watanuki's head split with pain, he moaned and his skin felt like paper. Yûko was making hot tea. She was being a "nurse" though she wasn't doing anything really. She cut up the ripe fruit that Mokona had brought earlier with an antique knife and put a little bit of magic in the fruit.

"Here, Watanuki, eat this. It's delicious." Yûko's voice was same as ever, though there was something in her heart that moved her to take care of this little boy. She almost felt motherly, but, no, it was more than that. She felt it in her heart and it made her happy. She was in love with this boy, this raven-haired soul.

Watanuki nibbled the fruit and tried to sit up, but Yûko made him lay back down. He moaned. He began to fall asleep, wondering why Yûko insisted that he stay there, he was only sick. She stroked his hair and rubbed her thumb on his forehead. It eased his headache and made him feel a way he couldn't really describe, but he liked it a lot.

The next morning Watanuki woke up feeling much better. He sat up and yawned and was greeted by Yûko's smiling face.

"Good Morning, Yûko-san," he said as he stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yûko asked rather devilishly.

"To make breakfast, since I'm here."

"Oh?" Yûko stood up and walked over to him in the kitchen. Her robes hung off of her like many sheets. Watanuki himself was wearing a night yukata. "You're looking much better today."

"It was probably just one of those nasty 24-hour viruses," Watanuki said, cracking an egg.

Yûko put her arms around him and took the eggshells from his hands. "You should rest up, I'll make us breakfast today."

"You? Make me? Us? Cook?" Watanuki's puzzled words spilled a Yûko got close.

"Just because I don't cook for myself doesn't mean I can't. What did you think I did before you came? Ate take-out all the time? Then I wouldn't have such a nice figure." Yûko chuckled as she turned to throw away the shells.

"You drink enough to misshape that figure," Watanuki mumbled, "I'm fine, Yûko-san. Really."

"Then let's make breakfast together." Yûko came up behind Watanuki and gently took hold of his wrists as he flipped the egg. She put her face close to his. "I haven't cooked in a while."

Meanwhile, Himawari and Dômeki ate lunch at school, the same spot as always.

"Here, have some of mine, Dômeki." Himawari offered him some of her food. Watanuki was supposed to give him lunch as a favor.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Too bad Watanuki-kun didn't show up. I wonder why he isn't here…"

"Who knows?" Dômeki's apathy hadn't left him.

"Dômeki-kun…you know, I've been meaning to say something. I didn't want to say in front of Watanuki because it's sort of a…personal thing." Himawari said sunnily but nervously.

"Yeah, I love you too," Dômeki said casually.

"You what?" Himawari looked up, wide-eyed.

"I'm not going to say it again, you heard me."

Himawari jumped and put her arms around Dômeki. She sighed and he patted her pigtailed head. He let a small grin creep across his face.

"How about we go visit Yûko-san's after school? Maybe she knows what's wrong with Watanuki," Himawari suggested, looking up from have her face buried in Dômeki's chest.

"Sure. Sometimes I worry about that guy," Dômeki mumbled this, he did care about Watanuki and knew the terrible things that could potentially happen to him.

The bell rang and the two walked to class together, hands tightly holding.