A/N:

You guys killed me! I didn't expect more than a thousand reads for just two chapters! OMG. I wanna thank you alllll~ *glomps everyone*

So anyway, have you guys seen the first episode of Season 2? I was like... OMG. I can't stop fangirling!

So here's a Murasakibara fic I had been working on for weeks (only during my free time) to commemorate his appearance in the anime~ >u< I died fangirling on the process of writing this. (Haha. But I'm still gonna ba loyal to my dearest koibito, Kise-kun. /shot. Don't kill me co-fangirls!!! XD)

Anyway, if it isn't too much, please vote and comment! I need theeeeem! /slapped. XD

Enjoy~ :D

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You stared weakly at your room's blank ceiling as you felt your mother's caring hand be placed on your forehead. "You're burning," said she before making a small sigh. "You're not going to school today, _______," she stated with a frown. "Get some rest." 

Like your mom, you also sighed. Of all days! Why did it have to be today? You were supposed to help out in the basketball club today as one of its managers. You shut your eyes in disappointment, aiming to get better within the day and get to school tomorrow. Without knowing it, you fell asleep. 

When you came to, you felt the coolness of the damp folded towel on your forehead. Opening your eyes, the sight of your brown-eyed brunette friend came into view. Her eyes practically sparkled upon realizing that you were awake. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" she greeted with that high-pitched sing-song voice of hers. "I've brought notes and homework!"

Sitting up after placing the towel into the bowl filled with water beside your bed, you felt your head ache but your condition somehow got better. Of all things to wake up to, why does it have to be schoolwork? You only felt your head ache more due to the thought. Massaging your temples, you replied, "How long have you been here?" with a sleepy tone. 

She rolled her eyes. "Such a nice way to greet your nice friend," she said sarcastically, "You're very welcome! I didn't attend club activities just to get here! I also placed a looot of effort on these!" She pointed to the stack of notebooks beside her.  

"Gee. Thanks," you answered nonchalantly. She flashed a grin of victory. She obviously didn't get the fact that you weren't in the mood to talk about school. "How long have you been here again?" 

"A few minutes. About ten, actually." 

"Oh." 

"So... uh..." You suddenly got the urge to ask about the basketball club and how things went. Were they looking for you? Or did they even notice your absence? But knowing your friend who doesn't even seem to care about the club, it seemed out of the question to ask. You saw your unfinished orange juice placed on your bedside table. You took it then started to finish it off. Well, better late than never. 

She tilted her head. "Hm? Do you need something? Food? Water? Another towel? Murasakibara Atsushi?" 

You almost gave her an orange juice shower through your mouth. You coughed then placed the almost empty glass on the table. 

Her eyes widened with concern. "________?! Are you okay?" 

"Oh yeah. I'm great!" you answered sarcastically as a pink blush crept to your face. "Murasakibara-kun? Seriously?! Where did that come from?!" 

Her worried face then turned into a mischievous one. "Well, people say that seeing the person one likes the most could make them feel better. Murasakibara Atsushi's the reason why you wanted to work as a manager, right?" she teased, mockery heavy in her manner of speaking.

"I DO NOT like him! I have other reasons why joined the basketball club!" you lied. 

She rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "You're such a tsundere, _______! Be more truthful to yourself," she remarked with a smirk.  

"I'm telling the truth! I'm not crushing on Murasakibara-kun!" you retorted.  

The door suddenly flipped open, revealing a tall highschooler with shoulder-length purple hair and eyes of the same hue. Carrying a white plastic bag filled with snacks and sweets as he wore a tired expression on his face, he was nibbling a chocolate Pocky stick. He tilted his head as he looked at the two of you with question in his eyes. He probably heard of his name earlier! 

You felt your blood rush into your face. Pretty sure that your face was growing redder by the minute, you pulled your soft pillow then enveloped it in your arms as you rested your head on it and hid your blushing face. Was this an effect of the cold or what? But why was it that your heart was hammering stuff in your chest? Your friend was definitely wrong about seeing the guy you like making you feel better. It just went worse! Your body temperature definitely rose (or was it just your face?).

"W-What are you doing here, Murasakibara-kun?" you stuttered. 

"Visiting you," he answered the obvious, taking the place beside your friend. He sat, his eyes glued to you. "I've brought stuff to munch on..." he said, raising his plastic bag filled with snacks without leaving his eyes off you. 

And that's when you really wanted to give yourself a well-deserved face palm. Your hair was probably really unruly at the moment due to your whole-day bed hair; you look really pale and weak-looking; you might actually have those dark bags under your eyes; and maybe some dried saliva on your cheek (Gross!). But your checked through your sense of touch. There was none. (Thank goodness!) But still. You probably looked horrible. Like Sadako of "The Ring". It's surprising that Murasakibara hasn't ran away in fear though. 

Sensing the atmosphere, your friend stood up with a mischievous smirk plastered on her face. "Weeell. Gotta go. Gotta meet my boyfriend," said she, giving emphasis on the word "boyfriend'. Wait, does she even have a boyfriend? She turned around to leave then walked out of the door. She shot you a knowing grin before she did.

You just mentally killed her for leaving you and the basketball player in an awkward silence. And then you remembered that you still looked like a hobo. You got off your bed, standing up. Your knees felt weak as dizziness filled you partially but that didn't stop you from struggling to walk. "I'm just going to... wash my face," you told him as you took another step further. 

"Why?" asked he, obliviousness obvious in his manner of speaking. 

". . . I look horrible," you answered softly, taking another agonizing few steps towards the door. Somehow, you get the feeling that you won't be able to get to the bathroom without passing out or falling but you still went on. 

"Haaa? You look fine... I'll wipe your face for you if you want." 

You swear that your face turned crimson red. "T-That's not necessary!" 

"Then don't wash your face anymore. You don't look so good. . ." 

"That's why I'm washing my face," you explained, opening the door. He said so himself. 

He then stood up from his seat then walked towards you. Being the 208-centimeter tall guy he that he is, you looked up to his face dripping with boredom, wondering what was he planning. And wondering didn't do you good. It simply made you head ache. Lesson for the day: Do not think a lot when you've got a cold. 

Before you knew it, he scooped you up in his strong, sturdy long arms, carrying you bridal-style. You feel as if you were lifted ten feet from the ground; he was really tall. Too tall to find his perfect match when it comes to height. Wait, why was he even carrying you? 

"Mu-Murasakibara---" 

He placed you gently on the bed then sat beside you... on the bed. Then came fireworks in your chest and butterflies in your stomach. "You look good as is," he took his snacks, "Let's just eat stuff, ne...?" 

Feeling too tired to argue, you nodded as he handed you . . . apple slices shaped like bunnies. He took out some chips and started eating. You watched him eat his chips blissfully then you pouted; you expected that he'll give you chips, snacks, or sweets. If there's something you and the purple-haired guy greatly had in common, it's the love of snacks especially sweets.  

Tilting his head, he asked with his mouth full, "What?"

"I thought you brought me some sweets..." you answered as you opened the plastic container of the apple slices.  

"You need those. But that's also sweet. I'll give you real sweets next time," he answered as you took a bite of the apple slice you were holding. "You're right. It's sweet~" you said with a grateful smile aimed at him. For a split second there, you thought he was smiling until you tried to confirm it and saw that he wasn't. Probably another effect of the cold.

The two of you ate in an comfortable silence, except for the fact that, though muffled, the crisp sound of Murasakibara's chips and the crunch of your apples could be heard. After finishing off your food, you decided to break the silence as he took another pack of his chips. "Is there anything more for me, Murasakibara-kun?" Your eyes were probably sparkling - you never liked sweet fruits like this. Then you wanted to slap yourself again - you probably sounded like a glutton. 

"Ah?" He looked inside the plastic bag and probably saw nothing for you then he looked up to the ceiling as if there was something really interesting on it. Your hopeful spirits fell. He then perked up, looking at you, studying your face. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you tilted your head then looked away awkwardly, staring at the notebooks your friend left for you. "Um... W-What? Are there?" you asked. 

Still not leaving his eyes off you, he answered, "I guess I do... It's something sweeter, though." 

You shot him a look filled with curiosity. "Huh?"

He motioned you to come closer. Which you did. And that's when it happened. 

He gave you a kiss on the lips. Short but definitely sweet.  

After a few seconds that felt like eternity, he pulled away, a small lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Is it sweet enough?" he inquired. You nodded dumbly like a zombie, the kiss not yet registering in your mind. "I see." His smirk grew wider. His purple eyes were then shining. He looked more animated than you've ever seen before. 

He gave you three more servings of that something sweet before leaving you dumbfounded, your heart exploding inside.

***

You were skipping happily to the basketball court, ready to help out and ready to see the guy of your dreams. You were feeling a lot better than yesterday. When you peeked into the court, there was no sign of the violet-haired male.  

You asked your co-manager who was passing by. She said that he caught a cold and was absent for the day.

Though you were flooded with worry, you could feel yourself smiling and found yourself walking into the convenience store, buying snacks to bring over to his house. Like he did yesterday, you were also going to give him something sweet that might make him feel better.