A/N: A dare from Skiyomi I believe from awhile back. I had to involves flowers somehow
which went well? Enjoy. Oh, the ship is Negai.
She found herself walking down the street to Ash’s house, and she wondered why (just for a second, though) and she remembered Cilan asked her as a favor. She knew that he knew that she didn’t like going to upper classmen’s houses – especially Ash’s. He told her he had duties at their family café so he couldn’t check up on him like he would do if either one of them as unwell.
“Ash called me this morning Iris, he said he can’t come –“
“If he thinks he can escape the exam then-“
“- and told me he was sick.”
“I think with the flu.”
“C-Cilan, why are you looking at me like that?”
“Why don’t you take him some soup, Iris?”
“I can’t cook.”
“It’s the thought that matters Iris!”
“…I’ll see what I can do.”
He acted way too immature for her to tolerate, he had strange tastes in food and his opinions never ever made sense. He always saw his bullies as he friends even if they treated him badly and never took his studies as serious as he should. They were in their last year of school after all!
It made her feel uncomfortable, a bit uneasy, and definitely nervous coming over to a person she hardly saw as a good friend. She just saw Ash just a person to fill empty space, just another person to fill the empty group. But she never could call him a stranger.
She was unsure of what to do. She was unsure why she even came over. Sure, they were classmates and knew each other since the first year of high school but that was about it. If only they didn’t share the same friends like Cilan than she wouldn’t be even near Ash.
Her feet dragged her to the front of the small house, and before she knew it, she stood in front of the door. She let out a breath she didn’t know she kept, and put her hand up to knock on the door, but to no avail. She looked at her right hand which had the soup which she had her mother help her make and another with a bunch of flowers. Did guys even appreciate having flowers taken to them when they were sick. Iris knew she did.
She turned around quickly and began to walk away, but then stopped, sighing.
“Why is this so hard!?” She exclaimed, looking down at the thermos with soup in it. “Why…”
She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and turned around, walking to the door.
Still no answer,
She kept knocking, louder and louder.
When she decided that maybe he was sleeping, she yelled, “Ash! Can you hear me!?”
There was still no answer.
She huffed, annoyed. “Maybe he left the door –“
“Aha! I knew it,” She grinned at herself as she pushed the door open, letting herself into the house. “Ash? You left the door open and I’ve let myself in. Are your parents around?” She looked around the living room and the kitchen, and found no sight of him or anybody else. “Ash –“
She stopped in her tracks as she found a long hallway with doors on each side. Deciding that the rooms were there, she began to walk down the hall, knocking on each door.
She stopped in front of one that had lights showing from the inside. She called out, “Ash?”
And slowly, she opened it.
The thermos and the flowers fell on the ground and Ash looked up from his tub and stared at the girl with indifference. She blushed, covering her eyes.
“W-why are you in the tub like that?” Iris stuttered.
Ash stood up from the tub, and Iris turned around, closing her eyes shut.
“I wanted to try a new swimsuit before summer hits and since it’s too cold I can only go to the bath to try it out.” Ash placed another of his goofy grins on his face.
Iris turned around slowly – cautiously – and peeked through her fingers. A sigh escaped her lips when she saw him in his bathing suit.
She laughed, nervously, and kneeled down to grab the thermos. “I brought you some soup. Cilan told me that you were under the flu, so I came… here…” She trailed off, looking at him, dripping wet. “You know, you shouldn’t be like that – especially if you’re sick, Ash. I know we are classmates but still,”
He looked at her, without answer.
“Ketchum?” She spoke the boy’s surname. “Hey you alright?”
His face flushed, and his eyes closed slowly.
And then he fell on her.
She grabbed him and wrapped her arms around his limp body, struggling to keep him up.
“W-w-what do I do!” She looked around the bathroom and saw a towel and dragged him toward it.
“I’m sorry, Ash, but I’ll have to do this!”
And she dropped him on the floor.
She had dragged him to the nearest bed on the towel she grabbed. He was really heavy – really, really heavy (she knew he ate a lot and kept active a lot but dragging a person in was hard work in general) – and getting him into the bed was even more complicated.
Once she found a hand towel and a bowl and filled it with warm water, she kneeled on the ground next to him. She put the hand towel soaked in water and put it over his forehead.
She bit her lip, blinking down at him.
“What am I going to do with you, Ash?” She Iris sighed, and removed a strand of hair from his face. “You’re really reckless, you know. And I bet your soup got cold by now…”
She hated to admit it but perhaps they were friends, maybe not on the same level with the others but hanging around him with Cilan made it enough for her to come over and take care of him. Did she care about him? Maybe, Iris couldn’t see herself as the person to leave an injured behind, so maybe.
She huffed, and looked down at her watch. It was almost eight, and she knew that she had to get home soon, or her parents would get worried. She looked back up at Ash and got a hold of his hand.
“Wake up soon, all right?”
He woke up, sweating, and reached up to touch his forehead. He frowned when he found a rag, and pushed it aside and onto the floor.
There was an unfamiliar weight over him, and he grunted, trying to sit up.
He smiled, and looked down.
Iris was sleeping, head on his legs, with a smile on her face.
His eyes narrowed, pushing a strand of hair from her face.
His heart clenched as he looked down at her. The sight of her reminded him of a fond memory from when they first met in Year Seven. She was so cold to her and Cilan and refused to have any friends. After not mixing well with the girls they were all she had left. Now thinking about it, Ash felt she was forced to be friends with them. He shrugged his shoulders – he couldn’t be bothered giving it any more thought.
Though they hardly talked unless Cilan was with them or Dawn, they would only talk if they were searching for the same friends they shared. Ash couldn’t understand if Iris came over of her free will or Cilan told her too.
Sometimes he questioned his friendship with Iris. But doubt their bond he did care about her. He did see her as one of his friends but he wasn’t so sure on Iris’s behalf. She always told him he was always such a kid and his point of view on friendship was very debatable.
He shut his eyes close, and letting out a breath, he whispered again, “Iris.”
His eyes fluttered open.
He leaned in.
“Wait, Aa… Ash…”
Ash stopped, his eyes opening and looking at her. He chuckled when he found that she was talking in her sleep.
“Don’t change one bit, Iris.”
Because despite the distance they had he liked her for being her. Maybe it was too soon to admit he liked her but her coming over proved one thing – he was somewhat important to her.
He smiled, and slowly, closed the gap between them.
“Did you hear? Iris is sick!”
“Yeah, Cilan! She got sick right after she visited Ash. Hey, Ash, what happened when she went over?”
“We slept together.”