Another update! I must have figured out how to do chapters!

My word, I never thought I'd be doing this so early on in my fan fiction career!

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-Yuuji Narukami- Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying this!

-Guest- That always struck me as odd too. I mean, SEES is supposed to be a tight-knit group, right?

-Twin Judge of Gemini- My apologies, but I don't feel like uploading anything romance related at the moment. Maybe later on, in other stories, when I get more comfortable with my writing.

Felicia- I hope you enjoy the rest of it, then!

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Sincerely,

-Funny

P.S.- I apologize if I made any errors with the formalities.

P.P.S.-I'll try to keep updates frequent, but no promises. I like to have a solid idea of what the next chapter will be about before I post the preceding one.

"Aches and pains, you say?"

"Yes, Keisuke-senpai."

"Slight fever?"

"Yes, senpai."

"Achy?"

"Yes."

The voice on the other end of the line hummed thoughtfully, before electing to speak again.

"Yes. All those symptoms seem to point to a cold..."

"Is there anything we can do?"

"There is no real cure for a cold, but you can treat the symptoms. If you have any cough syrup or decongestants, I'm sure he'll want to take them. Make sure he stays hydrated, too. Don't worry. The whole thing should blow over in a few days."

"Okay, senpai. Thank you."

"Oh, it's no problem. He's my friend too, you know. Take care, Fuuka-san."

"I will. Thank you, senpai."

Fuuka Yamagishi sighed and flipped the cell phone closed, and stared at the rain outside. She had already checked the cupboards, and asked everyone in the dorm. They didn't have anything that could treat his symptoms, and anybody who left to get anything would just end up the same way as Minato. Slowly, she walked into the open foyer, where everyone was waiting for the news.

"So, what'd he say?" Yukari piped up, not wanting to wait for even a second.

"Senpai said it's just a cold. It should only last a few days, at most. He said we might be able to make him more comfortable if we had some medicine, but…" She trailed off, knowing that she didn't need to explain the situation to them.

"We don't have anything around for a cold?" Ken asked from his seat on the sofa.

Fuuka shook her head. "Not even a cough drop." she said miserably.

Everybody sighed at the news that there was nothing they could do for their leader. After a quick bout of moping, everybody just headed back to their rooms, an air of defeat permeating the dorm.

Fuuka closed her laptop and sighed, for the fourteenth time today.

And yes, she was counting.

She let her chin rest on her hands as she leaned forward, thinking deeply, wishing there was something she could do for her friend...

She thought long and hard, about home remedies for a cold. She heard echinacea did something for a cold, but she didn't know if they had any, of if you could even "have" echinacea.

No, there was something else. Something well known. It was on the tip of her... tongue.

She suddenly jolted upright and let a smile spread across her face.

"Minato-kun?"

Fuuka rapped her knuckles lightly against the door. It was unlocked, of course, in case they needed to check up on him, but it was still good to be polite.

"Come on in, Fuuka-san." Fuuka winced at how feeble he sounded, like he did a few rounds of karaoke at Mandragora. Which he was, in fact, prone to doing. She knew it was the sore throat that did that, but it still hurt a touch to see her friend in this state.

Gently, she opened the door to look at her friend. His glass of water (now empty) was on a small bedside table, and he was just now sitting himself up.

"Did I wake you up?" Fuuka asked, sincerely hoping that she hadn't.

"No, it's alright, I woke up about ten minutes ago." Then he noticed what Fuuka was holding in her hands. A small bowl with a hot pad under it, steam gently drifting up from the contents.

"What's that?"

"Huh?…Oh!" Fuuka walked towards him, and offered him the bowl, and a spoon.

"I made you some chicken noodle soup. I read that it can help a cold, so I made some for you."

Both of Minato's eyebrows went up. "I didn't know you could cook, Fuuka."

She blushed and stared at the floor. "Y-yes. I-I'm not very good, though."

"I'm sure it will taste fine." He said with a hint of a smile. He grasped the spoon with some difficulty, and lifted a spoonful of steaming soup from the bowl.

Blowing on it slightly, he put the spoon in his mouth.

Immediately, he could tell something was a touch wrong with the texture. The soup was a tad bit on the salty side, which was all well and good, but something tasted… sweet. He sloshed it around in his mouth a bit, wondering what it was. He swallowed it, and decided to ask.

"What went in the soup?"

Fuuka fidgeted. She screwed up. She knew it.

"I-it isn't bad, or anything, but I was just wondering." Minato stammered, realizing his mistake.

"I-I made the broth myself and put the noodles in, after softening them. Then I put the bits of chicken in… but we didn't have any vegetables, so I had to use a few fruits."

…Fruits.

Fruits.

"…I wasn't supposed to do that, was I?" Fuuka mumbled, her eyes not leaving the floor. Minato gave a small guilty twitch. What should he do? He struggled in silence for a second, then found the words.

"If you want the truth, then no, but," he added, watching Fuuka carefully, "it's still completely edible, and it actually tastes pretty good. You need to give yourself a bit more credit, Fuuka-san."

Fuuka blushed at his light praise, and shuffled around a bit as Minato continued to eat his soup quietly, only pausing to stir it a bit and blow on it.

He reached for his empty glass, out of habit, and frowned slightly.

"O-Oh! H-here, let me fill that up for you…" She took the glass and moved over to the small sink in the corner and turned the knob labeled "cold". After the cup was filled, she walked back to her smiling friend. She gave him the glass, which he took several large gulps out of.

He kept eating his soup for a long time, then handed the empty bowl back to Fuuka.

"Thank you, Fuuka."

She smiled. She went up here to help Minato get better, and here she was, getting reassurances from him. Then again, that was the man that Minato was.

"You're welcome, Minato-san."

I'm tearing up…

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Sincerely,

-Funny