The next day at school Sanha was sick, sniffling every few minutes and sneezing like there was no tomorrow.

"I told you that you would get sick!" I stated as I walked past his desk to get a tissue from the back, grabbing him one as well.

Sanha pouted when I put the tissue on his desk, "I just wanted to see you..."

I laughed at his response, "Then you should have just knocked on my door instead of standing in the rain until I noticed you!"

"(Y/n)..." Sanha murmured before sneezing.

"Bless you, and what?" I replied as I turned around in my desk.

"You're graduating this year right? That means you're a senior... so why are you in a Junior class?" Sanha asked, poking his cheek with his index finger.

"History isn't one of my good subjects, so I got held back in the class." I stated plainly before turning to face the front before the teacher could scold us for talking during lessons.