@dreamlune asked: ❛ i heard you were feeling sick, so i made you some soup. ❜
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It was easy to think she might have misheard the bubblegum-haired girl, likely as some side effect of the fever that had set in. That doubt was what caused sapphire blue eyes to snap open as the teen pushed herself to a somewhat upright position on shaky limbs, her muscles sore from the virus that plagued her system.
Her symptoms began to unfold late last night, manifesting first in the form of sniffling and a cough, followed by cold sweats and an ache that spread throughout her limbs as she shivered beneath her comforter. By the time she’d awoken that morning, it was clear Usagi was in no state to attend school, which was why she’d instead stayed home — confined to her bed for the entirety of her day (not that she’d had any desire to part from it).
She’d expected a quiet evening where she would waver in and out of sleep as her body attempted to fight off the infection, and she’d thought her mother might bring up something for her to eat (assuming she could stomach anything) after she’d prepared food for the rest of the family.
But this? This was certainly not what the young senshi had expected for her evening.
Sure enough, Chibiusa stood just over the threshold into Usagi’s room, carrying a small tray that contained a bowl of soup and glass of water, both items something easy to keep down that would, hopefully, help the teen feel better. While her and Chibiusa may have often been at each other’s throats and found any excuse to bicker with one another, this gesture had been surprisingly…thoughtful.
It was moments like this that had made their first and second partings so difficult, when the not-so-spoiled brat had announced she would return to the thirtieth century.
“You…you made me soup? All on your own?” Usagi couldn’t help but to smile, her eyes shimmering with appreciation as her attention shifted from Chibiusa to the tray she carried and back again. “I….thank you, Chibiusa.”