Since birth, Natsu’s always lived knowing she could die the next day. Walking the earth with illnesses that she doesn’t even remember the names of, waking up was rather hard growing up. It might be a little bit of a stretch by saying she felt like a walking time bomb, but it’s not too far off from the definition she had in mind. Anything could happen in the real world, and that’s why she stopped believing everything and anything will be okay.
Throughout her some of her childhood and most of her teenaged years, the main place she’d reside in was her bedroom, or more specifically, her bed. It was almost rare to not see her snuggled under the many blankets she owned, but it was even rarer not to see her clutching her stuffed rabbit to her chest, as if she was holding onto it for dear life.
Her daily patterns mostly consisted of waking up, going to school, coming home, and sleeping, but her schedule was often interrupted due to frequent hospital stays, much to the dismay of herself, and her family.
Her frequent hospital stays soon led to the first encounters of Natsu and the one she would marry just years later, Makoto Naegi. Of course, when they were first getting to know each other, Natsu hardly had any interest in the young man, but something about him just clicked with her.
And here they are, years later, married, with a precious little girl.
Natsu was laying in the bed she shared with her beloved, having snagged all of the blankets to cover herself up with. Sure, she’d be sweating when she wakes up, but it’s worth it. And there she was, waking up to the loud chime of receiving text messages. God, she hated that noise. She groaned before lifting up the touchscreen cellular device and swiping her finger across the screen to access the messaging application. Technology, am I right?
@bullet bill
im awake im just not gonna call u cuz im fuckin tired :/ see u when u get home
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