菊地真 Makoto Kikuchi (
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pullmeoutalive2013-02-04 11:06 pm
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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-- ]
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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But no, he has no time right now to worry about spots on his shirt. Not when he's overreacting as per usual, patting her back with a little more force than necessary and looking so anxious over making her choke.]
Makocchi, are you okay?! I'm sorry, was that too fast?? Don't choke!
[you idiot she's already done.]
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I-I'm okay.
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[Shut. Up. Kise.]
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Even if she's sort of listing to one side. ]
It's not your fault. Actually... you were a really big help.
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Which means he's wrapping his arm around her so that if she's going to start leaning, at least she'll lean into him instead.]
I know I screwed up so you don't need to say that... [It kind of hurts when he can tell her hands are shaking.] This nursing stuff isn't as easy as they make it look...
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It's like she's trying very hard not to cry. ]
You didn't... I'm sorry, being this pathetic... I really didn't want you to see me like this.
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That twinge in his heart becomes an all-out ache, making it easy for him to declare that that wasn't very fair of her. Seeing her so upset isn't helping, and he wonders if it's because she's feverish or if it's because he gave her the wrong impression about what he likes about her.]
Hey, Makocchi, I never said anything like that. [He gives her a squeeze, leaning down so that his lips can ghost over her forehead.] Can you not put words in my mouth?
[It sounds pretty harsh, but he's smiling and his tone is light enough that she should be able to tell that he didn't say that to be mean.]
Even if you said no I would've come by to see you.
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... You're amazing.
gdi i thought you went to bed
Thanks, Makocchi.
[He gently lowers her back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket up for her once she's settled in. She seems even smaller than usual like this.]
Then you'll be an amazing patient for me, won't you?
lmao no
But she doesn't, instead curling under the blanket and trying not to shift too fitfully when the aching persists. He's doing this much for her, the least she can do is be as good a patient as he wants. ]
I'll... do my best.
[ never mind that her arms feel too heavy to move, she shakily liberates a hand to form an expectant fist to hold up. ]
sob i thought i won
Okay, let's both do our best!
[Which is easier said then done. He's not sure what he can do now, other than place the compress on her forehead again. As soon as he thinks she's not looking, he lets his expression fall back into one that's completely lost.]
you usually beat me anyway
Her hand drops down on the blanket, and somehow, tucking it back under seems like too much effort. Which is a shame, because she wants to touch his cheek to reassure him.
But she also has to cough first and that headache's still present. But... ]
Ryouta-kun... will you talk to me?
well. true.
[She looked so out of it he was sure she would've fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.]
Talk? But...
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[ usually when she was sick, she either forced her way through it and went to school and work anyway, or she'd curl up in bed and more or less take care of herself while her parents weren't home. She'd been raised to be pretty self-sufficient.
But right now, she thinks maybe it's okay to accept something like this. She feels awful, but she's got enough energy to look at him imploringly. ]
I... really like hearing your voice.
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She's not being an amazing patient, not in the sense he was thinking of. But he finds he can't refuse her either. It gives him something to do, and she's still got a hold on his heartstrings looking at him like that. It's not exactly the teary scene in a drama beside your lover's bedside, but then he wouldn't want her to be actually dying.
She did say she liked his voice too.]
... I guess I can consider it a fanservice for today. So, what should I talk about?
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Hmm... Anything is pretty broad... Ah, I know! I heard something interesting from Momocchi! She went shopping the other day, and there was a sale at this one store where--
[... She did say she wanted him to talk about anything.]
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[He can go on forever...]
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When there's... someone you really care about, I guess it's easy to forget about a lot.
[ not that Makoto ever forgot her friends or Kise shirked his teammates, former and current, but she could understand being distracted. ]
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[Says the guy who stalked them in middle school.]
... Actually, maybe Kasamatsu-senpai will want to come with me! We might end up bumping into them!
[Never mind.]
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[ wow this is the weakest scolding look ever. It probably doesn't help that she's still shivering. ]
Don't... actually try to... okay?
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I wouldn't try... I mean, I wouldn't go up to talk to them. It'd be a coincidence if I did end up seeing them.
[Yeah, sorry. You tried.]
But Makocchi, you don't have to stay up and listen. No one really listens to the end of a bedtime story.
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[ she's so baffled. ]
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[He's the one who's baffled here.]
Didn't you want me to talk so that you could fall asleep to the sound of my voice?
[Someone's flattering himself too much.]
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GO TO SLEEP
I DID
GOOD
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