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The sound of a painfully hoarse coughing fit brought you out of the kitchen and into your bedroom. "Kisumi?" you called quietly.
His head popped out from underneath the covers before flopping back down on the pillow with a groan. "What time is it?"
You sat on the bed with him and rubbed his back. "It's about half past seven. How are you feeling now?"
"Not any better," he mumbled before another coughing fit caused his body to convulse. When he finished, you put your hand on his head to feel his temperature. The heat caused a frown to settle in. "You're burning up, Kisumi."
Your words, as if on cue, made him pull the blankets tighter around himself. "I sure don't feel like it," he chuckled. "Could we get another blanket in here? It's really cold."
As he wished, you obtained another blanket and draped it over his body. "I think it's time to take some medicine again."
"Do we really need to?"
"Neither of us will be sleeping well tonight if you don't."
"But I don't want to."
You blinked. Was
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Another beautiful day, with the sun shining down on you like a mother’s gentle care. Only that you didn’t like the sun. You hated it. You hated the heat and that’s one reason why you liked lazing around in the shadows, on a hot day like this, where you can be protected by the horrendous rays of the blazing star. You prefer the cold anytime.
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It was awfully quiet on the bus, save for those trying to stifle their sobs. Miyuki kept his eyes on his lap; he was afraid if he looked up and saw one of his teammates crying he'd give in and do the same. He was hoping someone - like Sawamura or even Jun or Tetsuya - would stand up and knock some reassurance into the team, but at the same time, he knew no one had the nerve to. The atmosphere in the bus was too melancholic, and if someone were to yell it'd probably irritate a majority of the team.
Miyuki leaned his head against the windowpane and watched as towns and cars and scenery flew by. Just like that, Miyuki wondered, the past is in the past and it's impossible to bring it back and change it.
Just like that....
He felt his heart break. Tears slid down his cheeks as that inevitable moment kept replaying in his head. Oh, how he wished he could go back and call a different pitch from Kawakami - one t