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RANTARO AMAMI
BC(before candy)
“S/o, you shouldn’t eat that much candy, it’s not good for you.” A gentle voice distracted you from stuffing your cheeks with treats. “I must indulge in my true love! My precious precious love… candy.” , you whispered to your candies.
“I thought I was your true love, what about me?” He grinned and whined, wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his hold. “You’re number 2 to food.” You managed to mutter out through the bites of a candy bar. “W-wow, you didn’t even try to sugar-coat it..” Humming out of protest, “I am sugar coating it! I’m sugar-coating my throat!”
You muffled, stuffing more gummies in your cheeks. Rantaro took a deep breath before lifting you, “Alright, up you go!” Rantaro grunted as he hoisted you up from behind and forcefully tore you away from the table of sweets. “R-rantaro wait, no!!!” You outstretched your hands towards the sweets in a dramatic manner, as a result of Rantaro laughing at your silly tactics.
“Come on, don’t you want to hang out with your cool boyfriend instead of, well, stuffing yourself sick like a thanksgiving turkey?” After gulping the leftover sweets in your mouth, you shook your head with a force Rantaro had never seen before. “Not if you’re gonna call me a turkey!” He paled as he felt you jump out of him, “Wait, S/o, no-”
Jumping out of his arms like a slippery frog, you leaped onto the sweets table, gathering as many sweets as you could before running off. “S/o, stop!” Rantaro soon took off and sprinted after your sugar-crazed self, running down the hall after you, with urgency. His breath hitched as he looked both sides of the hall, “This school is way too big.” He sighed to himself, deciding to trust his instincts and go right, eyes widening in relief as he saw your figure. Your… passed-out figure.
Jogging next to your body, he kneeled down beside you, shaking your tuckered out body. “S/o? Come on, wake up.” He tapped your shoulder unrelentlessly. “Mmmmno-” You let out a gross burp, “… Rantaro, my stomach hurts a lot.” You whined, shuffling on the floor to try and sit up. “What did I say?” He sighed in a disappointed tone, purposefully to make you feel bad.
He leaned down to pick you up again, his hands underneath your thighs and yours around his neck, jet packing him on his front. “I didn’t mean the number 2 thing, you know you’re number 1, right?” Rantaro hummed forgivingly, his walking slightly altering the way your voice sounded.
“Y-you’re such a sweet boyfriend, shoulda just had a mouthful of your candy.” You sounded like a drunk, mumbling and tripping over your words as you whined about your stomachache. He brushed away the different meaning that had, deciding to ignore his racing thoughts. “I know.” He smiled at how cute you sounded, biting back a laugh.
AC(after candy)
◊ Unlike the others, Rantaro doesn’t take you to a professional because he already knows what to do(and because he doesn’t really wanna bother them). And as a plus, he gets to take care of his figurative(but not really) baby! He loves babying you just as much as he loves when you baby him.
◊ “Rantaroooo! My stomach hurts… Help me, I’m dying!” Your voice bounced off the walls of Rantaro’s room, shortly after you called for your beloved, you could hear the gentle taps of his feet padding near you, along with the clanking of a spoon against a ceramic cup.
◊ ”I’m coming, my whining toddler!” You whined at him more at his cheerful tone saying something so offensive, only proving his point, “Don’t call me that!”
◊ You frowned as he laughed at you. “What’s that?” You eyed the cup curiously, “Tea. With lemon; my sisters would often have a ton of sugar crazes too, so I’m kind of a professional at these sorts of situations.”
◊ He shrugged, acting like a wise-guy despite the cocky smile he wore as he handed the cup to you. “The key is to rinse all of the sugar out or something, and to hydrate a lot; meaning, this won’t be your only cup of lemon water.” He winked at you, watching as you gulped the liquid down.
◊ “Does it taste alright?” Despite his confidence from earlier, he still had a worried expression on his face, his hand making its way to the back of his neck out of habit and sheer nervousness. “It’s water and lemon-” You deadpanned, “But surprisingly, it actually does taste pretty good.”