pullmeoutalive | Model Idol Combi: so you had a sick day

[ so the thing was, Makoto didn't get sick. It took a series of unfortunate events, a moment of stress-induced weakness, and doing the idiotically chivalrous thing of trying to make her way home in the pouring rain and likely spending too much time in soaked clothing, despite Kise's best efforts.

But the point was, Makoto didn't usually get sick, and when she did get sick, it had to be sick enough to buckle her knees and keep her under her covers with a fever that could warm cold palms in an instant. She'd tried to go to work, but hadn't made it further than her own doorway before she'd gotten too dizzy to stand without the aid of the frame and had been promptly ushered back to bed.

And of course, she hadn't wanted to worry Kise, but that had backfired and for some inexplicable reason, she felt worse than ever. She'd have to change the compress again, she thinks distantly, as she tries to push herself up on her elbows to give him a properly chastising look. At the very least, her parents were now out for one of her dad's races, but... ]

You... really didn't have to come.

[ what if she's contagious? It's bad enough that she feels awful and she's sweaty and her hair's a mess and her face is all red and this isn't very romantic at all-- ]

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--In the end I had to give all of them to Moriyama-senpai. He's going to scare them but it's not like I can take any of their numbers.

[And wisely, he doesn't tell her about that one girl who managed to sneak hers into his pocket. Though the silence makes him pause.]

... Makocchi, are you asleep?

[ Makoto outright snorts this time, shaking her head. This isn't enough to dissuade her-- none of it is. ]

I didn't go out with you because I wanted to date this really handsome and athletic model. I'm going out with you because when I thought about the good things and the bad things that happened to people, I thought that I wanted to be there for yours, to smile with you when the good things happened and to help make the bad things a little easier.

[ she trails off with a small sigh. ] Maybe that sounds too cocky, but the point is, nothing's changed. You're not gross or anything like that to me.

[ somehow yes, or close enough to it; she mumbles something, maybe a protest that she's still listening, but her eyes are closed and her breathing's taken on a deeper, raspy quality that she would have tried to control otherwise.

If he'd mentioned that one girl, maybe he would have gotten more of a reaction. ]

[It might be the fever; somehow her words hit him deeper than usual.

True, maybe he should be disappointed that she didn't want to date a really handsome and athletic model. But it might also be true that what he needs right now is someone who doesn't care about that, but would stay with him even after he threw up all of their homemade soup.

So maybe he could manage one more smile for that someone.]

You're going to make me cry.

[Haha nope. Maybe one day, if she catches him off-guard. He's not about to wake her when she's finally dozing off.

Scooting a little closer, he leans against the bed to look at her. Well, it might get boring from now on but watching her sleep isn't the worst way to pass the time. She's cute too, that's a bonus.]

[ she'll only sleep for an hour or two, at least. And she's likely entertaining when she mumbles softly from time to time, until she eventually coughs herself awake. ]

Sorry. [ and she's still cupping his cheek, offering him a warmer smile in return. He looks like he feels miserable, so that he's trying to smile both touches her and makes her heart twist a little. ]

It's true, though... I won't take it back.

[By this time he's found other ways to entertain himself. Until she starts mumbling that is, and then he's right back in her face listening in ~~and he may have taken a few pictures with his phone~~.

When she manages to wake herself, he'll be there to greet her with a shoujo manga in his lap. No he wasn't laughing at it, of course not...]

Ah, you're awake?

It wouldn't be like you.

[It looks like he'll finally drift off now...

And then he starts coughing again.]

[ ~~never show her those pictures.~~ For a minute, Makoto blinks owlishly, eyes unfocused and expression one of sleepy confusion. There's Kise. With a shoujo manga. And, before her brain catches up, she murmurs ]

'm I dreaming...?

It'd be nice if we could give you something to calm that down, but if your stomach's still not up to it...

[ she just wants you to rest dammit. ]

Dream?

[Oh no--]

I've heard my face is the stuff of dreams, but don't worry I'm very real!

[Kise pls.

Also, stop waving around that manga, what if you damage it.]

[ ... Oh. She'd nod, but her head feels heavy. She at least looks satisfied with this answer and brings up a hand to rub at her eyes. ]

G'morning.

[wow it's not like he doesn't want to rest.

At the mention of his stomach, he makes some kind noise that is definitely a 'no'. He's not going to try to shove anything down for a while.]

Mornin'! Though actually it's still afternoon!

[HE'S SO HAPPY SHE'S AWAKE it was starting to get dull and her taste in shoujo is weird.]

Feeling better?

Thought not... maybe I could try massaging your back? It should at least help your muscles from getting too sore later...

[ things she learns from dance and martial arts practice. ]

[ don't judge her! She still can't nod, so she has to settle for a pretty dry, raspy "yes". She still sounds awful, but when she clears her throat, she can talk a little better. ]

Thanks... for staying.

[Ah yes, her effective but painful massages... Something else she's surprisingly good at.

The question is whether he can handle that right now.]

Won't that-- [Gotta communicate his worry with more vigor.] Won't that hurt more?

No problem! It was an order from the princess!

[Though now that she says she's feeling better, and talking well enough]

By the way, can I ask why a horse goes to school in this?

Eh-- a-aaah, no, this is something different! It's supposed to be relaxing, so I don't use as much force!

Because-- [ oops she's still got a bit of a cough. ]

Because the prince would be alone otherwise.

But you're really strong.

[Despite the whining, and the unnecessary reminder of her not so feminine traits, he tries to roll over so that she can start if she wants.]

... Wouldn't the prince be suspended on the spot for that?

[Though hey, at least he's also asking if she'd like a sip of water.]

I can be gentle too, you know...

[ and she almost sounds hurt about it, even as it emerges as a sigh when she reaches out to rest her hands on his back. A pause. Then she starts circling her fingers in a gentle(!!!) pressing motion, working her way down from his shoulder blades. ]

[ there's a pause in which she tries to sit up again and-- fails miserably. But she nods, and manages not to wince this time, as much as the action hurts. ]

He's royalty, though-- he could get away with it.

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