"You came all the way here, with pork buns and mochi, to ask about Grandmother?" Ginta handed Hiro a mochi, took one for himself, and stopped with the leaf-wrapped pink sweet halfway to his mouth. "I know you're a Hyuuga and I'm a Sakamoto, but we're way past that level of pretending to be politely interested in each other's family members that we don't actually know, aren't we? Or do you know Grandmother? But you said you saw her and she didn't say anything about any Hyuuga kids. She'd definitely think you were a kid; she still thinks I'm a kid." He bit into the mochi at last, letting delight at the sweetness spread across his face.

"Anyway, she's fine. Her blossom viewing party is tomorrow--I'm excused from attending." He grinned and pulled himself up a little higher in the bed. "Hell of a way to get out of going to a party, don't you think?"

OK, really, why was Hiro here? To see him, obviously. And not to debrief him (he was pretty sure.) But why? Well, it didn't really matter. His eyes flicked almost guiltily to the door across the hall, then back. Fucking Kakashi and Ryouma. Maybe literally.

"You know what we should do? We should go steal a wheelchair from the nurses and go have a cherry viewing party of our own. Yeah. Let's get out of here. Want to help me get out of here? I mean, just for a little while."