*UNEDITED*

“Okay.” Sumire picked up the glass cup. She examined the drink carefully, a bright red drink. It looked like cranberry or strawberry juice. But for Sumire it looked like blood. Unfortunately she could not tell the difference, it smelled sweet and refreshing. The brief taste she had of it when Yuhi gave it to her made her want more so she quickly drank it.

“If you ever feel like this again, tell me okay.”

“Alright.”

After drinking it all, the dry feeling left her throat. She still had a fever and was dizzy. But it was not as bad as it was before. She glanced over at Yuhi who kept avoiding her gaze. Is it because of what happened just now? He must feel awkward about it. Now that Sumire regained her senses, she realized how intimate that was. It surprised her that he even stopped despite that situation. Terashima Yuhi is the very definition of a gentleman.

She debated for a few minutes before she finally said. “Yuhi, thank you.”

Yuhi turned to her. “Do you need anything else?”

“Yuhi, don’t feel awkward. It makes me feel bad.”

“No err…” Yuhi coughed. “Just, maybe you should stay away from me right now. I don’t trust myself.”

At that comment Sumire burst into laughter and she reached over and buried her face in his arms. “I’m grateful, you do so much for me Yuhi. How can I ever repay you?”

“For one, maybe you should change your clothes..”

Huh? Her clo– Sumire looked down and realized she no longer wore the same clothes that she did before.

She wore her nightgown. When did she get changed into– Sumire immediately pulled away from Yuhi and hid under the covers.

“L–L-Look-” Yuhi said awkwardly. “I didn’t have much choice, you were burning up so much.”

H-he changed her clothes?

“Don’t misunderstand me, I just picked the first thing I saw…”

Sumire however did not want to listen to him. Her previous behaviour when she was sick was already embarrassing enough, but now? Now this current situation is very different. How much did he see? Did he see everything? Her mind was playing tricks on her now. What if he tried to touch her when she was not conscious? Goodness, how can she ever look at him in the same way?

The choice of clothing is the last thing on her mind. He probably chose this because it was the only garment with no sleeves. She mainly brought winter clothing with her, so she does not have many summer clothes.

Her thoughts broke off when she felt him wrap his arms around her from the back. “Sumire, do not misunderstand me. I didn’t do it deliberately. I was worried, you were burning up so much.. If I made you shower with your clothes on, you would get sicker by the minute.”

Even if it wasn’t, she still felt awkward about being seen.

“Also uhh you do not have anything to be ashamed of, you’re very beautiful.”

“That last part is unnecessary, but wait, what shower?”

At that comment Yuhi turned quiet. “Well, you were hot so…”

So not only did he change her clothes, he also gave her a bath? Can this get anymore humiliating? “I don’t want to look at you right now.” Sumire muttered.

“Sorry Sumire.” Yuhi apologized. “It won’t happen again. Maybe I should hit my head against a wall so I could forget it?”

Sumire sensed his serious tone and turned around. She hesitantly extended her hand out to touch his face. She wonders why this person does so much for her?

Sumire is fully aware of Yuhis feelings for her, but is that enough for him to sacrifice so much for her sake? She recalled the documents from earlier and frowned. “Yuhi, do your work.”

His lips curve to a smile. “It seems like you already figured it out, huh?”

“Your so very stupid.”

How could he sacrifice so much of his free time for her sake? Just because he loves her? Sumire did not understand it at all. Is love a powerful enough emotion for him to do so much? Sumire watched as Yuhi got up. “Alright. But can I do my work here?”

“Yes, please do so.”

She is slightly curious how Yuhi works. Even though he gave off a lazy impression. Sumire heard from others how hardworking he was. She already got a glimpse of him working hard before but that was regarding something art related. When it comes to music, how serious is the man named Terashima Yuhi? Sumire wanted to learn more about him. Since they are practically living together now, she will get the opportunity to do so won’t she? It seems like Yuhi does not intend to keep any secrets from her.

Sumire watched as he returned with his laptop, documents and guitar. Ah, is he going to adjust songs in front of her? Yuhi set up a music stand and put some scores there.

“I will be a bit noisy, if your head hurts again, please tell me.”

“Okay.” She replied simply but Sumire was very curious.

When Yuhi set his guitar up, and played a few chords. Her eyes brightened, ”why does he sound so good?’ Now that she thought it through, people call Yuhi the legendary god of composers don’t they? It was a strange and peculiar title. For a long time, nobody knew who this legendary composer was, not even her. But a year back, during an event, somebody exposed it. She just happened to be with Yuhi then and even helped him escape from the paparazzi.

He sang a few verses from the same song as earlier and yet something seemed different to her.

This person can change his voice range whenever he wants. Normally for singers it would be difficult to change their range depending on the song, but Yuhi can do it with such ease. He can adapt his voice to any kind of song. A voice like this, she wonders why nobody else is praising him? How could the music critics of this time miss out on this voice?

During his snowy concert five years back, Sumire already realized that Terashima Yuhis voice is special. But even for her this was a first. Only five years has passed and yet he has improved so much. Then again maybe back then she did not get a glimpse of his real abilities.

“Sumire.” Yuhi suddenly called out.

“Yes?”

“Are you feeling too weak to play the guitar?”

Ah, does he want to focus on singing? She felt slightly bad but unlike before she had more strength. “It’s okay, I can do it.”

Oh, this reminds her of before. It reminds her of back then.