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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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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Anyway, he's anticipating pain even with her reassuring him that she will be gentle. So when she is gentle, he's... surprised. And then caught by the vague notion that this is pretty intimate.
But it still hurts because tensing and general body ache happens when you're down with the flu. His hands curling into the covers, he's caught between muffling himself with the pillow and trying to breathe steadily.]
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Is it too much?
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It's supposed to help, right?
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[ she's already messed up a bunch as is. ]
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[Says the guy having another coughing fit.]
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He still can't, getting interrupted by coughs whenever his breathing evens out, but he does start to unwind thanks to that gentle(!!!) massage.]
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She'll even hum for him. ]
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[Which reminds him]
You still didn't... sing it for me.
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[You know, if he passes out he'll stop coughing.]
--stingy.
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A sigh. Well, maybe there's something she can finally do right. ]
Do you want me to sing for you, Ryouta-kun?
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Makocchi's nice, like I thought.
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[ but she's grinning, starting out with a few hummed notes to get the pitch right before she starts singing her image song.
... She can't exactly belt it in this situation, though, so it's a much softer version. ]
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We can also say that it's the power of ~love and music~
Of course he'll whine about being sweaty and hot during his light sleep once he feels better, but he's more likely to be thanking the gods for being merciful enough to let him catch a few Zs when he's still running a fever. And thanking Makoto too, can't forget that.]
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A little tiredly, but she's vigilant. ]
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Unfortunately, when he looks at her the first thing out of his mouth is]
... Kurokocchi?
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It's Makoto, Ryouta-kun.
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[It kind of hurts when you start coughing again with such a dry throat.]
Sorry... You don't look too alike... [And that movement can be taken as him attempting to curl up but failing.]
It's kind of cold, Kurokocchi...
[... Yeah.]
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D'you think you can try some water?
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[He tries to turn his head away, because despite how dry his throat feels he doesn't feel like trying water at all.
And no, he's not quite done torturing her yet. It's all unintentional, promise.]
Senpai, please don't shove it down...
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[ this is an unexpected attack, Kise. And she's starting to wonder if she needs to take him to the hospital, if he's starting to hallucinate. Then again, dragging him anywhere could upset his stomach again.
Ugh. ]
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Kurokocchi I don't-- like this.
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