Present Day, July 2035, Bar.
Haruka bolted up, sweat falling rapidly from his face. He looked around and discovered he was still in the room he rented out in the bar. Where did she go? She didn't leave, did she? The sound of the rain increasing interrupted his thoughts. It's so noisy. The doors opened a few seconds later revealing blue hair.
"... Ah, don't get up! Your fever is high.." Lila said.
Once she was close, he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her towards him, in hailing the girl's sweet scent.
"Ummm. Haruka?"
"..."
"Haruka, I'll lay down next to you. So let go for a second."
Haruka nodded, and Lila changes the towel on his forehead, before she climbed on the bed, "You might catch it."
She laughed softly, "It's okay, hanyou fevers aren't contagious."
Hanyou fever. When was the last time he had one?
"Can we kiss?" he asked.
