Kaito: Could I have three random words to work with?

Kaede: Sunset. Forests. Lakes.

NightHaze: Chaos. Darkness. Homicide.

NightHaze: What? They're three random words.

Kaito: Alright.... Touma?

Touma: Traffic cone. Washing machine. The Nazi regime.

Kaede: That was seven words.

Touma: But three things :V

NightHaze: The Nazi regime was not just "one" thing...

Touma: Kaito asked for three random things!

Kaito: Words.

Touma: Well, that's what I thought of.

Kaito: I'll.... just use a word generator.

Kaede, offended: hEy mine were somewhat normal D:

Touma: Power through with a grin :D

Kaede: Sit down, and think everything through.

Kaito: Panic.

NightHaze: Jump out a window.

NightHaze: From the second story. c;

Touma: Outside.

Kaede: Inside >.<

Kaito: I like watching the rain.... either inside or beneath an umbrella.

NightHaze: I hate the rain. But I like being outdoors.

Kaito: Share my umbrella? :3

NightHaze: Sure c:

Touma: D: how come he agrees with you but when I ask all I get is a death glare T.T

Touma: What are pancakes? Are they cakes in a pan? Like you can make a cake and bake it in a pan and call it a pan cake.

Kaito: or a panned cake.

Touma: no, it's a pan cake. A cake in a pan. A pan cake.

Kaede: a pancake is different.

Touma: no it's not!

NightHaze: go to sleep before I punch you.

Sorry for the shit quality. I only have my phone lmao :') I didn't bring my computer on this overnight trip.

Touma to NightHaze (and it'll probably go over NightHaze's head. not because he's short, and Touma's tall, dammit)

Kaito and Kaede? Uh. Probably both at the same time. Awkward beans they are :')

When I get home from university, NightHaze is curled up on the couch, sound asleep. Our black tabby, Sakura, is curled up on top of him, purring softly with her tail draped over her nose. They're so cute. I snap a quick photo of them, and shed my jacket, kicking off my shoes before padding over to them.

I crouch before the couch, and stroke NightHaze's head softly, before I kiss it softly. NightHaze lets out a sleepy sound of protest and shifts, batting at me wearily as Sakura lets out a discontented meow as she's dislodged. NightHaze stretches across the couch like a cat would, and blinks up at me blearily.

I feel bad for being out this late.

"Touma?" I smile tenderly down at him, cupping his face in a hand. NightHaze threads his fingers with mine, and lets his eyes flutter closed, a soft and sleepy grumble leaving them.

"I'm back," I breathe, resting my forehead on his. I tilt my head to press a brief and chaste kiss to his cheek, hearing his breath hitch. He's so cute. I pull back, and NightHaze finally sits up, rubbing both of his eyes in a sleepy gesture.

"Welcome home," NightHaze yawns. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." I glance over at the clock. It's two in the morning. He shouldn't be out here this late at night, let alone trying to stay up.

"It's my fault for being so late," I respond, watching him pick up Sakura from beside him, cradling her in his arms. He looks so disoriented, and I stand, kissing the top of his head before scooping him into my arms. I frown slightly - he's lost even more weight.

The frown disappears as NightHaze lets out a little giggle, one arm cuddling Sakura to his chest, and the other around my neck to draw me closer. I carry the both of us to the bedroom, and lay him down on the mattress before I shift, padding towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" NightHaze asks, a pout on his face.

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower, brush my teeth then I'll join you." I say, and NightHaze mumbles something that I don't catch. I hurry into the bathroom and wash, brushing my teeth before I dry off and change into some dry and clean clothes, toweling my hair quickly.

NightHaze is lazily sprawled out on the bed, fingers stroking through Sakura's black fur. I slip beneath the covers on the bed, and NightHaze immediately cuddles into my chest, Sakura making a small space for herself in between us. I can hear her purring softly, and I stroke NightHaze's cheek gently.

"How were you today?" I ask, my fingers stroking across his temple. A slow and sad smile crosses his face.

"I'm alright. No pain." He says. I can see that he's trying to smile, but he can't. A tear falls from his eyes, and I wrap my arms around him, drawing him close. A shake of the shoulders is followed by a choked noise, a torrent of tears and sobs. Sakura meows, worriedly, and stands, licking at NightHaze's cheeks as he curls in on himself.

"I-I only have a m-month left." NightHaze cries. "I've a-always wanted to just d-disa-disappear from the f-face of the e-earth, b-but now that I'm f-finally ha-happy, I.... have n-no t-time left." My heart aches for him, and I feel tears threatening to spill over from my own eyes.

"It's going to be okay." I whisper, kissing his head. "You're going to be okay. You're strong. I love you."

"I l-love you too." NightHaze's arms are wrapped around me tightly, and he refuses to let go. I stroke the back of his head, and Sakura presses her head to his cheek, purring loudly in attempts to calm him.

"It's gong to be fine. You're going to be okay." NightHaze nods shakily, before he hugs Sakura to his chest, shifting and scooting back so his back is pressed against my chest. I wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his temple until he falls asleep.

I'm jolted awake a mere hour later by someone thrashing next to me. NightHaze is flailing, choked gasps escaping his lips and I immediately jerk upright, all senses of tiredness and weariness flying out of my system. I sit him up between my legs, stroking his arms as he coughs, wet and harsh.

His hands come up to cover his mouth, and I know that even if he tries to hide it, I know that they'll come away covered in blood. I shift to the edge of the bed, and easily pick him up, carrying him to the bathroom as his body wracks with hacking coughs. I stroke the length of his back, helping him stay upright.

His spine is rigid beneath my palm, and he chokes, throwing up blood into the sink. My heart twists in my chest, and it hurts me to have to just stand there, knowing that I can't do anything to stop what's happening to him.

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NightHaze falls asleep after he gets some water in his system, along with his meds and painkillers. His breathing is shallow as he rests his head against my chest, his breath rattling in his lungs. One of his hands lay palm to palm with mine, fingers intertwined, and the other rests on my stomach as he sleeps.

Sakura is curled up at the foot of the bed, watching quietly, her tail flicking back and forth. The bags beneath NightHaze's eyes are prominent, and I'm so thankful that I don't have any classes later on today. I want to look after him. I stroke his hair gently, feeling his heart thumping beneath his skin and against my chest.

Tonight isn't the first time that I've waken to him thrashing or coughing and spitting blood. The doctor said that NightHaze should always try to stay calm and keep his heart rate as steady as possible. A higher blood pressure and heart rate would put his life at risk.

His heart was already weak. His veins and arteries were abnormally weak, prone to rupturing, and if his blood started to flow faster, his heart pumping quicker, the risk of rupturing veins and the failing of his heart to beat was too high.

NightHaze was forced to drop out of university and stay at home while I continued to study, and I hated it. I wanted to be here, in the apartment with him. I wanted to be able to see him. He insisted that he was fine whenever I was hesitant to leave him. He looks and feels so frail in my arms now, and my worry only increases.

Over the past few days or so, he's begun to lose his appetite, and I know that whatever illness he has is eating away at him even quicker. If he can't eat properly, then this disease will claim him even faster. There are minerals and electrolytes that I put in his water before he drinks it, and there are times where I can coax him to eat some foods.

There's only been four or five different foods that NightHaze appears to be able to stomach without throwing it up; bananas, chicken broth with egg, bread, rice and jello. None of it is too sustainable, but as long as he's eating, I can feel somewhat at ease.

It's nearly six in the morning, about half an hour before NightHaze usually wakes. I hesitantly slip from bed to pad into the kitchen, Sakura hopping off the bed to follow me, meowing softly. I bend down and pick her up, stroking her head and kissing her nose and carry her into the kitchen. She wriggles from my grip and pads over to her water bowl, lapping at the water as I head to the kitchen counter.

I think I'll try making some banana bread, along with a soup with egg, chicken, noodles and sprinkled with bacon. It should be light enough for him to handle, and give him some good protein. The broth is just boiling and I'm taking the banana bread out of the oven when NightHaze comes padding sleepily into the kitchen.

"Good morning," I call, and NightHaze gives me a sleepy smile.

"G'mornin," he mumbles, before shuffling over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist in a hug. He buries his face in my chest, and stays there, as I wrap an arm around him. After a few more seconds, NightHaze pulls back and shuffles to sit at the table.

I plate the oven-hot bread and put it on the table along with some butter, before scooping boiling broth and eggs over pre-prepared udon noodles and top it with bacon, chicken and scallions before setting the bowl before NightHaze.

"I made something pretty light, so please eat." I say, tilting his chin up to kiss him softly. "You're losing too much weight." NightHaze nods, and waits for me to serve myself and sit down before he takes a bite. His sleepy expression melts away in to something brighter as he begins to eat with more enthusiasm.

"Thank you, Touma." NightHaze murmurs, suddenly settling his chopsticks and spoon down, reaching across the table to grasp my hand in his. "I love you."

"You don't have to thank me for anything." I breathe. "I love you too."

When we're both done, we shift to move everything to the sink. NightHaze gives a few more rough coughs, his small body wracking as it rattles in his lungs. I stroke his back, and he gives me a weak smile.

"Do you want some tea?" I ask as I start to load the dishwasher. NightHaze rises and falls on the balls of his feet, fingers twisting in my shirt that he slept in. He seems to hesitate, before he responds.

"That would be nice, thank you." I ruffle his hair with a wet hand, and he yelps, ducking as a giggle escapes his lips. I peck his cheek, and he blushes, batting me away before escaping to the living room, calling for Sakura as he goes. I snort, and after I'm done loading the dishwasher, I run it.

I put the kettle on to boil and get a bear-shaped mug from the cabinet, putting a chamomile tea bag in the mug before waiting for the water to boil. Once it does, I add a teaspoon of honey and his meds to the tea before bringing it over to NightHaze, who's sitting cross-legged on the couch, Sakura curled up in his lap.

"Thank you." NightHaze murmurs, and takes the mug gingerly from my hands. I sit beside him, and watch him quietly, my head tilted to the side as he takes a sip from the mug, his nose screwing up and sticking his tongue out of his mouth as he burns it.

I laugh, and kiss the top of his head, before I stand and pad back into the kitchen to fill up Sakura's food bowl. There's the tap of paws pattering after me, and Sakura jumps up onto the counter as I open her canned food and tip it into her food bowl.

She tries to start eating, but I scoop her up with one arm and resist her struggling as I take her food bowl with the other hand and put it on the ground before releasing her. Sakura meows at me, before she goes back to eating.

NightHaze comes padding back into the kitchen with the empty mug, and a sleepy expression on his face. I take the still-warm mug from him and scoop him up. He snuggles into me as I carry him back to the bedroom and tuck him in. He makes grabby hands at me as I start to leave, and I snort softly, sliding in beside him.

NightHaze immediately curls up to my chest and promptly falls asleep.

When I wake up, Touma's not there beside me. I jerk upright, heart beginning to pick up the pace as panic starts to settle in my bones. I throw the sheets to the side and stumble to my feet, the ground cold on my bare skin. Touma's shirt is draped over my thinning frame, baggy and much too big.

He's not in the living room or the kitchen, nor the dining room of our small apartment. Panic begins to claw at my throat. Where is he? I know he doesn't have classes today. There's no note on the table or anywhere indicating he's left.

Sakura meows, winding around my legs comfortingly, and I scoop her up, cradling her close to my chest as I start to shake. The doctor said that I may experience withdraw symptoms the less time I have left to live. I'm painfully aware of how dependent I've become on Touma for the past few weeks.

There's the sound of the front door opening, then the shuffling of feet. The door closes just as Touma rounds the corner, and he halts when he sees me. We stare at each other for a few moments before I stumble over to him, falling into him, my body wracking with tremors.

It's pathetic. I feel pathetic.

Touma wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back, murmuring comforting words, and Sakura wriggles in my arms, nuzzling her head against my neck.

"I just went next door to help the neighbor move some boxes." Touma murmurs. "I didn't think you'd wake up in that short amount of time. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I mumble. Touma sighs, and cards gentle fingers through the back of my hair.

"No, I made you worried." He pulls back, and gets on his knees. Even here, he's just about eye-level with me. He presses a palm to my chest, where my heart's just started to calm down. "Your heart rate sped up."

I blush. It's only because I thought you left!

Touma simply offers me a soft smile, and slots his nose against mine, resting his forehead against mine. Sakura purrs and hops from my arms, landing neatly on Touma's shoulders, winding around his neck, before hopping off of his back. Touma wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me closer, and a soft giggle escapes my lips as he rolls backwards, bringing me with him.

"I'll be here by your side, always." Touma says, his voice resonating in the quiet living room.