Kaito's POV

I silently folllowed Gakupo back to his appartment. None of us said a word. I couldn't stand to look at Gakupo's back while his purple ponytail waved as he walked. So I just looked at the ground, trying to think of something to say. When Gakupo stuck the key into the door of his appartment, he suddenly froze, seemingly hesitant. He glanced at me over his shoulder and opened his mouth, as if to say something. But then he seemed to realize something, shook his head, and opened the door. I couldn't help being curious. Why did Gakupo always have to be so mysterious?
He entered the appartment and sat back on the couch, with his arms spread over the back side. He breathed a sigh, sounding exhausted. I just stood there watching him. After a few seconds he noticed that I was staring at him, but instead of saying something about it, he started staring straight back at me, not saying a word. I felt my heartbeat quickening, and I wanted to avert my glance, but for some reason, my eyes were glued to his, and I just couldn't look away. For what seemed an eternity, we gazed at each other, until Gakupo finally closed his eyes, smiled, opened them again,and patted on the seat next to him.
"Sit." he said. I obediently sat next to him. Staring straight at my feet and desperately trying to control my breath. My hands were warm and sweaty, and Gakupo's spreaded arms almost touched my shoulders.

Now why was I so nervous? Was it because I yelled at him before? Right now I was sitting so close to him that his scent of cigarettes and lavender surrounded me. But then again, maybe it was because his seablue eyes didn't seem to let me go...
I watched the purple figure from the corner of my eye. He just kept looking at me, like I was a diamond, and he wanted to check if I was genuine. What was genuine were the butterflies, flapping around in my stomach like crazy. It made me angry. How could I feel this was when I was with him? I didn't even like him!

And then finally, he dropped his glance and leaned back. He swept a lock of purple hair out of his face and rested his head on the back side of the couch. Staring at the ceiling, and licked his lips. I had to admit. Maybe, if he looked like that, sitting next to me on this couch, looking up with that pure, almost innocent expression on his face, and his hair, flowing down alongside his shoulders, then maybe, I liked him a tiny little bit.

Just as this repulsive thought crossed my mind, the man sitting beside me tilted his head and showed me an arrogant smirk. "What are you looking at?"

But then again, maybe not.

"Nothing." I hummed. I quickly took my eyes of him and pretended to be fascinated with the carpet again. I felt my skin was glowing. Something was bugging me. I didn't want to, but I just had to say it. "Hey, Gakupo..."

With these piercing eyes aiming for mine I couldn't hold back any longer. I gazed at him breathlessly as my mouth moves on itself; uttering the following sentence:

"I'm glad you stopped me from walking home."
Gakupo seemed surprised for a moment, but then smiled leaned over to me. "Me too." he whispered.

Why excactly did he lean over to say that? And why was he whispering? And why was he so close that I could see his pupils widen? I gasped for breath as I watched his eyes run over my face. He had a birthmark just below his left eye, I never noticed that before. I could swear I felt his warm breath upon my skin, and I could count his eyelashes if I wanted. My lips trembled as I opened my mouth again.

"G-Gakupo...?" Even my voice sounded shaky. Gakupo dropped his eyebrows.

"You're blushing." he said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

"You're hot again, too. I think your fever is coming back."
"I think so too." I gasped, unable to argue about my condition anymore. I silently prayed he couldn't hear my heartbeat.
And then, without any warning, he suddenly leaned back again.

"Do you want some medicine?" he asked. He looked sincerely worried all of a sudden.

I shook my head as I breathed out slowely. "I'll be okay."

Gakupo nodded. "Let's go to sleep then." he said.

"But I'll be checking up on you every few hours to see if your fever gets worse, okay?"

No! Not okay! Not okay at all. Definitely not okay at all!

"Okay." I mumbled while slowly nodding.

Gakupo smiled and petted my head, like a mother who praises her child.

"Good night then." he said, and he disappeared into the bedroom. I took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the couch. The place where Gakupo had sat was still warm. I inhaled again. The couch still smelled like lavender and cigarrettes.
Just when I was about to close my eyes, Gakupo came out from his room again, carrying a blanket. I sat up quickly.

"That won't be necessary!" I muttered. "It's a warm night anyway!"

Gakupo rolled his eyes. "Kaito, you're sick. And don't be mistaken, the nights can be cold here. Now lay down."

He made a gesture that probably meant for me to lay down as well, so I obeyed. He carefully draped the blanket over my body, slightly touching my chest as he pulled the edge of it up to my chin. I felt a bit childish, being pampered by him like this.

"I can do that myself, you know."

Gakupo grinned. "I know, but I don't mind."

I sighed. "Now go to bed already."

Gakupo pouted. "Won't I get a good-night-kiss?"

I ignored the flutter in my stomach, grabbed the pillow and threw it at him. "Get lost."

Gakupo laughed heartily as he tossed the pillow back to me. "All right, I'll go to bed too."

He walked towards his bedroom and opened the door, but just before closing it, he glanced over his shoulder once more.

"Sweet dreams, Kaito."

With those words, he shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving me in agitation, and with a slight sense of dissatisfaction.