Stepping out the metallic box, Jun began moving through the long hospital hallways with rustling flowers being clutched close to her chest. Inhaling inwards, the smell of the hospital was all too familiar to her sense of smell, and one that she didn't want to smell any longer.
The hospital had various smells, going from something nice to absolutely sickening, and walking through the halls passing by room was even worse. There was either joyous laughter that she could currently relate to or endless tears of anguish that she never wanted to experience ever again in her life. Exhaling slowly, she had finally reached the room.
Sliding the door open, she dodged the plastic cup of water that was thrown at her, having had anticipated that to happen. Sighing, Jun laid eyes on the old man that was currently looking for something else to throw at her in hopes of turning her away, just like every other time.
"You aren't getting rid of me that easily, gramps," Stated Jun, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. Turning to her grandfather again, Jun was met with the fiery eyes of Yukimura Yuto, a man whose will never withered.
And that's a trait she had unfortunately received from him, and it was Yuto's greatest joy yet also displeasure to realise that. "Hmph! You're so annoyingly persistent," huffed Yuto, crossing his arms and leaned back in the hospital bed that was his own by now. "You're still in school uniform too, did you come straight from school? And those flowers? Why did you bring them here and not to———"
She refused to let her grandfather finish his sentence, knowing exactly what route it would lead to. And that route would have had her a blushing and sputtering mess that she didn't have time to be. "Just deal with it, gramps," the girl grumbled, delicately ripping off the plastic that once engulfed the flowers.
"Hey! Respect your elders, you damn brat!" Exclaimed Yuta, raising a fist and waving it in the air, watching as his granddaughter, and the only family he considered, placed the flowers into the vase near his hospital window. "Take those flowers and give it———"
"They're for you," she spoke to him through the clench of her teeth, feeling the tips of ears begin to burn like fire. She clenched the vase so tightly that she swore she would have broken it with her grip alone, and tried her hardest not to slam it down onto the table next to his bed. "And not anyone else," she seethed, making her point clear.
The only problem was that she was talking to the person that made her who she was to this day, the original temper. "When that Umemiya boy comes over I'll be sure to give it to him!" Spoke her grandfather with determination and he was grabbing the vase from her hands that suddenly wanted to latch onto the flowers. "Throw them away and I'll throw you out!"
