Haruma entered the classroom with a newfound confidence. The other students stared at him, amazed at his transformation. His hair was styled perfectly, and his new outfit made him stand out from the crowd.

As he walked to his seat, he noticed that many of his classmates didn't recognize him at first, he was met with a chorus of gasps and exclamations. But as they realized who he was, they all complimented him on his new look.

"Haruma, is that really you?" "What did you do to your hair?" "You look amazing!".

"Wow, Haruma, you look so different!" one of his classmates exclaimed.

"I almost didn't recognize you!" another chimed in.

Even the bullies who used to tease him were taken aback by his transformation. They didn't even try to pick on him anymore, as if they were afraid of the new, confident Haruma.

Haruma smiled to himself, feeling a sense of pride and confidence that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He knew that his new look was thanks to Hanazakura's help and encouragement, and he felt grateful for her influence in his life.

As Haruma walked through the school halls, he noticed that something was different. People were staring at him, whispering amongst themselves.

Haruma enjoyed the attention he received at school after his haircut. His classmates, who used to bully him, now admired him and even asked for his advice on fashion and grooming. Haruma felt more confident and comfortable in his skin than he had ever felt before.

Despite his newfound confidence, Haruma couldn't shake off the anxiety he felt about Hanazakura's health. He constantly worried about her and longed to visit her again. So, one day after school, he decided to visit her at the hospital.

Haruma felt his heart pounding in his chest as he entered the hospital. He had never been to a hospital before and the sterile environment made him feel uneasy. Hanazakura had texted him earlier that day, letting him know she was going to be having a procedure done and that he could come visit her afterwards. He was eager to see her, but also nervous about what he might find.

As he walked down the corridor, he saw Hanazakura's cousin brother, Ryuusei Atsushi, waiting outside a room. He recognized him from the pictures Hanazakura had shown him, and he looked just as kind as she had described him.

"Are you Haruma?" Ryuusei asked, standing up to greet him.

"Yes, I am," Haruma replied, feeling a little self-conscious about his appearance. He had been so nervous about the visit that he had forgotten to style his hair or wear his best clothes.

"I'm Hanazakura's cousin. She's been talking about you a lot lately," Ryuusei said with a smile. "She'll be happy to see you."

Haruma felt a small surge of pride at the thought that Hanazakura had been talking about him to her family. He followed Ryuusei into the room, where Hanazakura was lying in bed, hooked up to various machines.

"Haruma!" Hanazakura said, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. "You came."

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"Of course I did," Haruma replied, feeling his worries melt away as he saw her smiling face. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore, but I'll be okay," Hanazakura said, patting the bed next to her. "Come sit with me."

Haruma sat down next to her and took her hand, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He was sad to see her in such a vulnerable state, but also grateful to be able to be there for her.

After that Haruma told Hanzakura about the events that happened at school.

Hanazakura chuckled at Haruma's story, but there was a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Looks like you're becoming quite the popular guy, Haruma," she said playfully.

Haruma shrugged, "I don't really care about that stuff. I just want to be friends with you and have a good time."

Hanazakura smiled, "I know, I know. I'm just teasing you. But I do have to admit, I don't like the idea of other girls flocking around you."

Haruma looked at her, surprised by her admission. "What do you mean?"

Hanazakura hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I know we're just friends, but I can't help feeling a little possessive of you. You're my special friend, Haruma."

Haruma felt a warmth spread through his chest, "You're my special friend too, Hanazakura."

They both smiled at each other, and for a moment, everything else in the world faded away.

They talked for a while, with Ryuusei chiming in occasionally. Haruma learned that Ryuusei was studying to become a doctor and had been helping take care of Hanazakura during her hospital visits. He was impressed by how knowledgeable and kind Ryuusei was, and felt grateful that Hanazakura had such a supportive family.

Nonetheless,Haruma tried his best to act normal, but the sight of Hanazakura in a hospital bed was overwhelming. He couldn't help but feel sad and scared for her. Hanazakura noticed his unease and tried to cheer him up.

"Don't worry about me, Haruma," she said. "I'm in good hands with Ryuusei here. And besides, I'll be out of here soon enough."

Ryuusei chimed in, "Yes, Hanazakura is a fighter. She's been making great progress with her treatments."

Haruma felt a sense of relief hearing that, but he still couldn't shake off the feeling of worry. Hanazakura noticed and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry about me, Haruma. I'm strong, and I have you by my side," she said, smiling.

Haruma felt a sudden warmth in his chest, knowing that he was there to support her. He looked at Hanazakura and smiled back, feeling grateful for their friendship.

As they chatted and laughed together, Ryuusei stepped out of the room to give them some privacy.

As Ryuusei got ready to leave, Ryuusei pulled Haruma aside. "Take care of her, okay?" he said, giving him a small smile. "She's special."

Haruma nodded, feeling a sense of responsibility settle over him. He knew that Hanazakura was going through a difficult time, and he was determined to be there for her as much as he could. As they walked out of the hospital, he felt a newfound sense of purpose and determination. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as he had Hanazakura by his side.

The nurse gently notifies Haruma that their allotted time has come to an end and kindly requests them to prepare to depart.

"Well, I should be going," Haruma said, starting to make his way to the door.

"Wait," Hanazakura said suddenly. "I want to give you something."

She reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a small box, handing it to Haruma. "It's not much, but I hope you'll like it."

Haruma opened the box to find a small, intricately designed bracelet. It was delicate and beautiful, with small flowers and leaves woven into the metal.

"It's beautiful," Haruma said, feeling a warm sense of gratitude wash over him. "Thank you, Hanazakura. I'll always treasure it."

As Haruma was leaving, Hanazakura grabbed his hand and pulled him close. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, causing his heart to skip a beat.

"Take care, Haruma-kun," she whispered.

Haruma nodded, unable to find the words to express his feelings. He knew that he would miss her terribly, but he also knew that he would do everything in his power to support her and help her through her illness.

With a final goodbye, Haruma left the hospital, feeling grateful for Hanazakura's friendship and support. He knew that she was going through a tough time, but he was determined to be there for her no matter what.

As he walked out of the hospital, Haruma couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - sadness, hope, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having met Hanazakura and for the impact she had on his life.