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Satoru is sooo stubborn like. At some point you were sick for a week straight. Coughing, throwing up, so much sneezing. Satoru couldn’t help but take care of you because one, you’re his girlfriend, and 2, he sees you as his queen.
But then the roles got reversed and he was the one who was sick. You had told him you were sick and to not kiss you unless he wanted to get sick himself, but he didn’t listen. To him, it seems like a win-win situation. He gets to take care of you when you’re sick and you get to take care of him when he’s sick. He loved being pampered by you. He loved when you would take care of him. But he won’t even let you give him the medicine??
You sit beside Satoru who’s laying down in bed, he looks so out of it. “Satoru, no said to kiss me when I was sick.” You had a spoon in your hand that had medicine, medicine that Satoru was refusing to take.
“You just look so kissable. Kiss me-“
“No. This’ll be just a never ending cycle.”
Satoru turns his body around, his back facing you.“So. You don’t love me. Hmph. Okay.”
You smile and laugh a bit. “Satoru, I do love you. If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t even lift a finger to be doing any of this right now. Now please, for me and for your health, take this.” You say as you hold of the spoon to his mouth.
Satoru hesitates before finally sitting up and leaning toward the spoon, once the spoon in his mouth his face scrunches up in disgust.
You squint your eyes at him. “Swallow Satoru…”
“Itshoufbemesayin’tha” he says with the medicine still not down his throat.
“Satoru.” You warn him.
He swallows. You stare at him. “Now what did we learn from this?”
“No kisses on the mouth when we’re sick….”