Watermelon Sugar - Bokuto Kotaro X OC

Sick Again

"Why is that girl in your office?" His father walked into conference room that was Koutaro's makeshift office until the renovation was complete.

"She's painting for me" was all he said. He was rather dull that day.

"Who are you really trying to fool?!" His father was angry "After SEVEN long years you can't give up on her?? SEVEN!"

"I did everything you wanted me to." He mumbled.

"IT'S BEEN SEVEN YEARS!"

"Doesn't matter" he looked away.

"Why do you get me into trouble like this?" His father yelled.

"It was all your idea, deal with it"

"If she's as good as you say she is, get her home then, I'd like to get a painting for my wife too"

"Fine" Bokuto sloppily went back to his office, he was having a bad day already.

"You said you wouldn't disturb me" she was busy painting something with full concentration.

"I won't" his voice had lost its weight. He quietly turned his chair around and sat down, looking at the empty wall behind him. Seikan stopped herself from asking him if anything was wrong but she wouldn't. Not after he'd screwed up like that. But to say that her heart didn't go out for him after all those years would be a total lie.

"Did someone die?" She blankly asked.

"Not yet" he groaned. He looked at his hand wondering how he could let things take a turn like that. Seikan remembered the day he was sick at school, he looked the same but much worse. He barely gave anything away now, he wasn't as chirpy and bright either.

She placed a cup of hot coffee near his arm and he took it "Arigato"

She knew he was troubled. She also knew she couldn't help him much. When she turned to leave he held her wrist and tugged her backwards making her fall onto his lap. "B-BOKUT-"

"How bad did I mess up, love?" His voice was so brazen she couldn't help feel bad for him. "Tell me" he really looked like a dying man.

"Q-Quite b-bad..."

"I know I'll never replace him..." he scanned her flushed face "Do you hate me?"

"N-No"

"That feels nice" he had a small smile on his face that he knew wouldn't last for long. It had been years since he gave that big, bright smile or said 'HEY HEY HEYYY!'. Ever since his father came back he'd been disciplined, he'd forgotten almost everything that his grandmother taught him.

She looked at his hand that held her wrist and quickly realised how cold he was "B-Bokuto san you're-"

"An idiot, I know..."

"You're cold" she said.

"I haven't had anyone tell me that but I guess there's a first for everyth-"

"No! You really are cold. Your hand's freezing" she rubbed his hand between hers. "Here" she handed him the hot coffee and watched him slowly drink it.

"Did you eat?" She took the hint when he remained silent "Baka" she mumbled before she went back to her bag and got him her warm, fuzzy shawl and wrapped it around him, making sure she covered his frosty ears.

"Is there someone I can call?" She asked.

"Don't"

"I'll just ask him to get you something to eat" she assured him and he let her call Hiroto.