It's been far too long! Are you all doing well?
SAKAMAKI SHUU X KAZUKA MAYU = SHUYU!

I still lied in the bed, and I had no idea what time it was. The covers was pulled almost all the way up to my nose. Beside me was Shuu, sitting lazily on the edge of the-

"A-A-ACHOOOOO!"

Ready for the sneeze, Shuu dodged the invisible bacteria. I sniffled and sighed hard, annoyed and very bothered that I couldn't breathe with my noose. Every time you inhaled with your mouth, it felt like you was snoring or something. Very disturbing.

"Bothersome," Shuu exhaled loudly, definitely exaggerating it on purpose. "All this because you had to fall into the lake."

"That's because you pulled be along!" I yelled, snotty nose making it impossible to say the letter 'm', but making it into a 'b' instead. "Besides, if you really thibk it's that 'bothersobe', you could always get your ass to school ibstead."

He lied down on the bed, hands behind his head. He didn't react anymore on the 'b's instead of 'm's, and the 'd's instead of 'n's, or at least he doesn't note it anymore. Unlike what he did in the beginning when he woke up. "School's bothersome, too."

Now that's just stubborn. "You really should get ad educatiod, you kdow."

He opened an eye, letting it scan his room, and then raised an eyebrow. "Does it really look like I need an education? Are you stupid?"

I scoffed, or intended to, but noticed that if I did, snot would get everywhere. "Yeah, yeah. I kdow, you've got your vabpire shit add has probably lived a lot lodger thad I have. So what? What have you learded duridg that tibe? How to suck blood for 20 bidutes straight without suffocatidg yourself?"

His eyebrows twitched irritably at that, but he decided to contain a calm, lazy tone – as always. "Unlike you, who can't even speak clearly right now because of her own stupidity, I have studied things."

That bitch mentioned my lack of speaking during a cold again! "Add what's that?!"

"Language," he emphasized the word, sounding extremely annoyed right now.

"Oh yeah?! Which?!"

"…Sleepy…"He was closing his eyes, trying to go back to sleep. He spoke calmly, and I bet he thought that if he did, I would too. But not when I'm being offended, I won't. He talked slowly, and almost whispered. "English, Latin and the language of flowers."

I went silent for a while. "… The… The ladguage of what?"

"Flowers."

"Wait… There's a ladguage like that?"

He sighed again, but it wasn't unusual for him to do so really.

"Yes…" he said, yawning. Shortly after, he opened one eye to look at my expression, and sighed once more, as he understood very well that I wasn't satisfied. "Like those different daisies on the bedside table." He pointed to my right, and I turned my head almost so much that it hurt to see the white vase. "Some of them mean 'innocence', others 'sharing sentiments', 'farewell', 'beauty', and 'consideration' depending on what kind of daisy they are or what color they are."

After talking, Shuu exhaled a big breath, as if he got tired just from talking. But what he talked about really sound amazing, The language of flowers. I had no idea such a thing existed. I mean, there are people who actually speak it? "So there are people who actually have a codversation through flowers?"

He made a troubled expression, eyes still closed as he scratched his head out of habit. "No… I wouldn't exactly call it a conver-"

"Can you teach be!?" I asked before he could crush my dreams, throwing myself up from under the covers. If there's a language where you talk with flowers, then I wanna speak it.

He looked at me first a little surprised by the sudden movement and raise of volume in my voice, then lazily sighed and began crawling up from bed. "No," he dismissed, beginning to drag his feet up the stairs and toward the door. I was just about to follow after him when his hand told me to stay where I was. "I'm not going to teach you. Now go to sleep, you're sick."

He closed the door after him. And once I was alone and had time to think by myself, I remembered the fever's warm throbbing in my head that Shuu had distracted me from. A little disappointed that Shuu would never want to do anything with me (like teaching me a strange language), I went back down under the covers I'd just jumped up from, and drifted away to sleep.

What felt like immediately after I'd fallen asleep, I was awoken by something hard hitting me in my face? Opening my eyes, I picked up a shiny spoon. "…" I looked at it for a while, and then at Shuu. "YOU THREW A SPOOD IN BY FACE?"

He was standing right in front of the bed; he could've just shaken my shoulder. "You were drooling so I didn't want to touch you myself to wake you up, just in case I'd get your saliva all over me." Oh, so that's how it is? Now you're just making an unnecessarily big deal out of it.

I didn't have the energy to continue to argue with him. Instead, I began stretching slightly in the bed, and sitting up. "Why'd you wake be up? You just told be to sleep, didd't you? Oh, cad you give be a tissue or adything?"

He handed paper to me, sitting down onto the edge of the bed just like he did this morning. "It's been 2 hours since I told you that," he said while I blew my nose. "And if you're ever going to get better, you need to eat something right?"

Well, he was right about that. And something 'edible' did smell in the room. I threw the tissue into a trashcan Shuu considerably placed next to the bed. I looked at him, who returned the gaze in search of a reply. I looked at his lap, but it was empty. "Okay, where's the food?"

With his thumb, Shuu pointed to the bedside table beside the bed, where a white bowl with warm steam escaping it.

Instead of letting me go out of bed and get it, Shuu quickly handed it over to my lap.
"Thadk you," I muttered, actually would have preferred to grab the bowl myself. That was unexpectedly kind of Shuu as well, almost fishy in a way.

In the bowl was some kind of soup. It's got to be meat soup, I thought, seeing what was in it. It actually looked really promising. "You made this yourself?" I asked, picking up a spoon with soup.

He muttered a small 'mhm' and watched me put the spoon in my mouth. I froze for a while. "You…" I began, swallowing a little insecure about how to say it. "You're dot really good at cooking either, are you?"

He gave me an annoyed face, and then lied down on the bed with his back to me, sulking a little. I wasn't going to apologize about that. There was absolutely no way that I'd do. He was rude to me when I couldn't cook, and now it turns out he can't either.
Though, he did make this to make me feel better, and he did thank me that one time on his birthday.

"But hey," I said with a light tone, laughing a little in the end, and put another spoon of soup into my mouth. I collected a little courage. "Thadk you, Shuu."
He didn't answer. I took in another spoon of soup as I continued, a little insecure this time, as I wasn't really sure what to say to him that wouldn't be used against me or anything. "…Maybe I shouldd't have said that. You just wadted to bake be feel better… add I was bean to you. You kdow… id reality… I really do thidk that pickidg you… was a good thidg! I'b… happy I picked you… You've always, bost of the tibe, beed kidd to be… add I haved't appreciated you for that. I'b sorry for that... What I bean to say is… I really… like you, Shuu! Add I'b happy I bet you… if odly it had beed id adother situatiod…"

I felt so embarrassed and stupid after that, but I didn't get any reaction or answer.

He just continued on to breathe on, chest rising and sinking calmly. "Shuu?" I grabbed his shoulder, a little insecure and nervous over what expression I would see once I'd turned him over. His eyes were closed, and mouth opened slightly.

I felt the blood in me boil and was so embarrassed I began shaking.

I punched him furiously. "HOW DARE YOU SLEEP AT A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT LIKE THAAAAATTT!?" I cannot believe I thought I'd hurt him with my words, am I an idiot?

Wow, I actually managed to pronounce two 'm's and one 'n' while screaming.

He woke up, groaning in pain as he rubbed the place on his head where he'd been hit by the fist of fury. "What are you talking about?"

I felt the urge to slap him once again, but refrained and calmed down. This was a good thing, actually. He hadn't heard that. That was good.

I took another tissue, clearing my nose so that I could talk clearly. "Never Mind," I said, catching my breath after screaming and hitting with all my might, and with a stuffy nose as well.

"If it's nothing then why would you wake me up with a punch like that?"

Oh, he's on to something. Hoooly shit. I spotted another vase with different flowers on the desk in his room, and felt like it was my rescue. "I-I just wanted to ask what your favorite flower is, you know." I did not try to tell you my true feelings for you, my apology, or my gratitude

E because I thought I'd hurt your feelings.

Right eye narrowing, Shuu wore a suspicious look at me. I just sat there smiling like an idiot and wished he could just disappear from the surface of earth. After a while, Shuu sighed and looked at me as if thinking; well, it is true that only an idiot like you would wake me up for a bad reason like that.

"Well, I suppose it is true that only an idiot such as yourself would wake me up for a stupid reason such as that."

Oh my God, I'm gonna stab him.

"That doesn't answer my question," I said with a forced sweet voice, fury gushing out under the little smile.

He closed his eyes, a little bothered over my constant attempt at talking with him (although, right now I was just trying to cover up for what I'd happened to say earlier). His arms went behind his head, and he seemed to think a little. "Diosma."

"What does that mean!?"

"Not telling. Find out yourself."

And here I was hoping to get to know Shuu at least a little bit. "So what are those flowers in that vase over there?" I asked, pointing at the vase on the desk with the pretty little white flowers with a pink/red pattern. "Are those diosmas?"
I have no idea what a diosma look like.

"No, those are asphodels."

"And what do they mean?"

Shuu sighed, so annoyed and tired with everything in life that he just gave up. "You really want to learn the language of flowers?"

"Yes. Very much, sir."

"And if I teach you, will you shut up and go to sleep until you get well again?"

I lit up, getting so happy I wanted to explode. "Yes, sir!"

"I'll teach you some tomorrow. But I promise you, if you're not a quick learner and forget any of the things I've taught you, I'll quit."

"Of course, sir!"

So, as you understand, the next chapter will be about learning the language of flowers. It's really funny to read about it, I promise! What do you think the flowers in this chapter means? Leave a comment!
THANKIES FOR READING, U TRASH! SUMMER IS HERE, GO OUTSIDE!