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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[... HE TRIED.

And he's going to try again. This time forcing his voice except that's not really a good idea so he ends up having to take a moment to try to calm down his throat. God, this sucks but he's not giving up yet! Dumb decision #23437 coming right up!]

It's okay, it's okay! [ time to squeeze his hand again, taking on an earnest tone. ] You really don't have to talk!

['But' his puppy eyes seem to say. His throat, however, sends strong signals of no shut up Kise don't do it. And for once, he listens. Because the last time he didn't he ended up throwing up.

He still looks pretty unhappy about it though.]

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Are you wondering why I'm still here, maybe? Or do you need some more water?

[ she'll guess!! ]

[Oh this makes is easier. He puts up one finger, to say yes he's wondering about option number one.

... And then he puts up two fingers because thinking about it, he wants some water too.]

[ she can answer the first in the process of fetching the glass, though she has to let go of his hand to do it. ]

You still looked pretty bad, and your parents looked tired when they got back, so I asked if I could stay to keep an eye on you for a few more hours. I'll be heading home soon, though, once they wake up.

[ here, Kise, your water. ]

[He can sit up for this, he thinks as he tries to push himself up--

No he can't. He might need some help.]

[ she's already ready, wrapping her free arm around him and helping him sit up to reach the water. ]

[Though he still struggles, the water more than makes up for how hard that was.

If only that was some miracle potion, because then he'd be able to jump up and talk as much as he wants with her. The best he can do now is to turn so that he can face her better.]

[ and she's got a smile waiting, as cheerful as ever (except when she wasn't, but she was very good at smiling). ]

You might not believe me, but you look a lot better than you did! I mean, there were a few times I really wanted to call the hospital...

[He can't quite believe her, save that Makoto is earnest and sincere if nothing else. So it might be true. He feels awful, of course, but he's also aware she gets carried away sometimes doing things for him so he's taking it pretty lightly. Oh Kise.

He'll do his utmost to look grateful however. Because she stayed all the way and even now.]

You stayed with me when I was sick. And even if you hadn't, there was no way I could leave you alone. I just think I understand how you were feeling, back then.

[ wow, maybe she finally understood a look. ]

[Oh my god their very own shoujo moment.

They should really treasure this, but then he starts coughing again so... well, I'm sure they tried and that it'll last in their memories forever.

Or in Makoto's memories.]

[ she'll hold it close to her heart.

After she holds the water close to his lips again. ]

Sorry I'm not really helping though!

[Okay, since they got that last look right, he figures she can work this one out.

This one being 'Makocchi are you kidding, I really don't want you to go' complete with pathetic wheezing.]

Don't argue. [ and she taps his nose when it's safe to move the glass away. ] I know I'm not the best at nursing, but I already decided I'd do my best, so it's okay. And I can leave the rest to your parents.

[He scrunches his nose up half-heartedly, more focused on doing another rendition of please please please stay you're a good nurse please.

Kise, she's already had a sleepless night stop being so needy.]

D-don't look at me like that!

[ WITH YOUR PUPPY EYES. ]

[WHAT WAS THAT, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN?

Okay no, he doesn't have enough energy to do that. But he does have enough to keep looking at her like that, despite Makoto telling him not to.]

I've got a radio appearance this afternoon... there's no way I can miss it, you know! Even if I want to stay!

{Oh but he looks so sad... Don't you want to stay with him forever...

Alright alright, he can take a hint (more like an outright 'no') and he knocks it off.

He does want to know what radio station that is though, so could she please tell him before he decides to permanently damage his throat?]

[ Wow, she's getting good at this. ]

I'll set your radio to the station before I go, okay? Is that fair? I'll even give a comment for you.

[Level up bonus?

But yes, he thinks that's pretty fair. Though he'd still like her to stay a little bit longer.]

[ well, she's probably got another hour before his parents are awake. Enough time to fuss over him. ]

[Oh good, and it's probably even better that he ends up falling asleep again. Now she won't have to deal with him wrapping his arms around her waist in an effort to get her to stay even a minute longer.]

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