She hadn't seen him since the festival, which was two weeks ago. She couldn't stop thinking about him. His warmth, the buzzing she heard that caused her to drift to sleep against him. That was all she could think about. Her father told her she was sick and sent her to her room. She didn't mind.

Hanabi stared at the ceiling. Her fingers tingled in remembrance that he hadn't moved, though he said he didn't like her. She didn't care that he didn't like her. She only cared that he had followed him. Her father had probably instructed him to care, but she knew he could have turned him down.

She turned her head from her pillow, hearing a knock on her door. "Come in," she called.

The door opened a little and she could already see the dark fabric of Aburame-san's jacket. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. "He said you were sick," he murmured.

She could see dark lines beneath his glasses. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. "You look sick yourself."

He walked briskly across the room and into a chair. He didn't reply. She frowned and sat up, her blankets still tucked around her form. "You're the reason I'm sick," she said.

His brow furrowed, she could see it. "How so?" he asked.

"I'm…" she stopped herself and fell back on the bed. "Oh, forget it. It's not like you care."

She stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore everything else. She couldn't, though. She could only think of him, and he was in her room.

"Please, tell me."

His voice sounded pleading to her ears. He was begging to know.

"I do care."

She frowned at herself. She was actually going to fall for him if he continued.

"I want to know how I hurt you."

She rolled over and yelled something into the pillow. He didn't hear, and that's how she liked it. What he did hear, however, was her sobs into the pillow.

"Please, tell me," he pleaded again.

"I…" she started. "I—I… I can't not like you."

She trembled, even as his hand touched her back and lifted her up to sit up. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She leaned her head against his shoulder again and touched his hand.

"It's alright," he whispered into her hair. "I can't not like you either."


Alright… This just may as well end up with three chapters… Damnit…Tell me if I should add another chapter.

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