I stayed home for the past few days after the incident of the worst feeling. I had caught a fever. I sat up in bed, looking around the almost empty room. I knew that I still had to go back, just to obtain my own stuff back.

I heard the doorknob click as Mrs.Aomine walked in, holding a tray of breakfast consisting of just a fruit salad, "Still now feeling well?" She placed the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and touched my forehead.

This reminds me of...

She smiled, "Not yet."

The love I never really received.

I couldn't help, but to instinctively smile back at her. It was really genuine this time, making me feel all nice and good on the inside.

After all, Aomine and I haven't told his parents what had happened a few days ago. It would surely send them into panic.

We told them that it was Aomine who made me cry, which he got a punishment for. I eventually have to owe him for that.

"Anyways, here is your breakfast, sweetie. Call me if you need anything~" I nodded, smiling. Before Mrs.Aomine could leave the room, I thanked her. For everything.

She gave me a warm smile and nodded, "Anytime, it's the least we can do for you. You're a sweet girl after all." I couldn't help, but to smile at that time. The little things people do doesn't make people seem so bad...though, we all are still monsters.

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A few hours later, I was bored out of my mind. I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I grabbed my phone after hearing a ring, looking at the screen. I've only received a few texts from the Student Council about me not being present.

Replying, I sighed. I stood up and walked over to the desk, pulling out the drawer.

There's nothing to do...but, maybe I can just write something in my-

My eyes widened at the disappearance of my diary, completely not there. I gasped quietly, my head throbbing while at it. I looked everywhere in the room, yet it was nowhere to be found.

Where is it?!

I frantically ran out of the room, running past Ahomine's room while peeking in a bit. I managed to see a open book lying on his bed.

That nosy idiot!

After all, I was pretty protective after my diary, it held many secrets and such about myself. I furrowed my brows and helped myself in his room, stomping towards his bed.

As I was about to grab it, I noticed it wasn't my diary. Except, it was in fact a magazine. Of Horikita Mai magazine - a model. She was wearing a bathing suit, that showed a lot of cleavage.

I disgustingly gave a blank stare and backed out my room, leaving the thought of wherever my diary was, it could wait. I took steps backwards, and once I was out, I closed the door. Blankly walking back to my room.

What...a...pervert. I don't know how to think of him anymore. I hugged that. I allowed that to see me cry.

I shivered a bit and laid my head on my pillow, as if I was about to sleep. But, I couldn't. My eyes were wide open from what I witnessed a minute ago.

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I sat at the dinner table, eating my food with a disgusted look on my face. There sat Ahomine across from me.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Is the food not good?" Mrs.Aomine gave me a worried look, "Not feeling well?" She was about to touch my forehead when I shook it, quickly flashing a smile. But when I looked back at Ahomine, I grimaced.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that, (Last Name)?" He put his fork down and continued chewing. I stared at him blankly with the, 'are-you-serious' face.

"Daiki, language."

I shook my head and continued to eat, Aomine stared at me with his dark-blue irises as he was still confused why he was receiving the looks I was giving him.

"What? What is it? Tell me, damn it."

"You. Are. Disgusting. Just when a few days ago I hugged you, I was wrong." I leaned in towards him and then picked up my finished plate and put in the sink, running upstairs while saying, "I'm going to bed."

Earning, "Goodnight, sweetie/darling." From his mom and dad.

I went to brush my teeth, doing the normal nightly routines and went under the sheets.

Geez...me having a fever is the worse feeling...I'm not myself, it doesn't feel right. I can only hope to get better...