[prompt: "Yukari is sick with a cold and can't sleep. Akira wakes up from Yukari's twisting and turning and has to entertain Yukari somehow until they fall asleep."]
[Yukari hated being sick. As much as she wished people would see through the idea that she was perfect and get to the "real" Yukari, the fact that the illness stripped away the veneer didn't change the fact that she felt drained, cold, stopped up, and altogether like a mess. And what's more, a certain someone couldn't help herself when it came to looking after her.
Yukari had reacted in her usual catlike manner - difficult, and pushy. But as usual, Akira was dogged in staying at her side, even though she likely had exams to study for or a shift at her intership and had a likelihood of catching the cold herself. Eventually, Yukari had given in, and collapsed into the bed of their shared apartment, arms wrapped around Akira from behind and clinging to her for warmth.
That wasn't to last, however, and Yukari had woken up long after the sun had set, covered in a cold sweat and tossing and turning. She hadn't planned on it, as hazy as her mind was, but eventually, her hand ended up just slapping inadvertently at her red-haired prince's face.]
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[Yukari hated being sick. As much as she wished people would see through the idea that she was perfect and get to the "real" Yukari, the fact that the illness stripped away the veneer didn't change the fact that she felt drained, cold, stopped up, and altogether like a mess. And what's more, a certain someone couldn't help herself when it came to looking after her.
Yukari had reacted in her usual catlike manner - difficult, and pushy. But as usual, Akira was dogged in staying at her side, even though she likely had exams to study for or a shift at her intership and had a likelihood of catching the cold herself. Eventually, Yukari had given in, and collapsed into the bed of their shared apartment, arms wrapped around Akira from behind and clinging to her for warmth.
That wasn't to last, however, and Yukari had woken up long after the sun had set, covered in a cold sweat and tossing and turning. She hadn't planned on it, as hazy as her mind was, but eventually, her hand ended up just slapping inadvertently at her red-haired prince's face.]