Shipping the SDRA2 Cast With Each Other

Soraroha/Sora x Iroha Nijiue

Warning: nausea, fever, mentioned vomiting, mentioned past abuse

As Iroha adjusted her shawl to be looser around her shoulders and loosened her suit a bit to let air in, she did her best to try and keep up with Sora as they searched the fifth island for materials to build the item that Monocrow assigned to the class this time. But even when she agreed the day before that she would be Sora's investigation partner, the painter was having difficulty with her own body.

Ever since she woke up that morning, Iroha had been experiencing a feeling of unnatural heat in her torso and the feeling of something hot in her throat. As such, the painter had been using Sora's distraction to slip away from her in buildings and go the bathroom to see what the problem was. But even when nothing happened, the feeling had stayed with her throughout the day.

"Alright, Iroha, let's go investigate this building next. Maybe we'll find something that might help us, like a defected mechanical thing we can take apart." Sora suggested, walking at a slow pace so that the tiny girl could catch up. "What do you think?"

"Well, um, that's a great idea!" Iroha chirped, still struggling to match Sora's speed. "How many floors does this one have?"

Suddenly, the albino stopped in her tracks and turned around. "Iroha, are you feeling alright? I'm getting concerned about you." Sora asked, catching the painter off-guard.

"O-Of course I am, what are you talking about? I'm fine~" She giggled, trying to keep herself from panicking under the taller girl's gaze.

"You've gone to the bathroom fifty times today. It wasn't that hard for me to notice." The amnesiac refuted. "Please tell me the truth, Iroha."

After a few moments of silence, Iroha suddenly burst into tears, holding her sketchbook close to her chest. "I'm sorryyyyyy!" She wailed.

"Wh-What? Why are you crying?" Sora questioned frantically. "I'm not mad, I just wanted to know!"

"I'm sorry I hid it, I'm sorry that I don't feel well, I...!" Iroha was beginning to apologize when she suddenly felt that heat again. "I need to go find a bathroom!"

"There's one over there." The albino pointed to a door and Iroha sprinted through it, and Sora could hear the sound of her vomiting a few moments later. Sora decided to walk inside the room and help Iroha, holding her hair and rubbing her back as she threw up.

After the mess was dealt with, Sora brought the tiny painter back to the Monocruise in a bridal carry, telling Yuki that Iroha was sick and couldn't investigate. After the lucky student left the cruise while dragging Utsuro along, Sora continued to carry Iroha to her room.

After using Iroha's student handbook to enter her room, Sora walked over to the table and placed the painter down on it. "I'm just going to grab you a bit of medicine from the infirmary, please change into your pyjamas while I'm doing that." The albino instructed before turning around and carrying out her task.

When she came back, the painter had changed into bright green pyjamas and was sitting on the chair waiting for Sora. "Am I taking the medicine now?" She asked.

"No, this is for later. For now, you might want to rinse your mouth to get the taste out." Sora advised, walking to Iroha's bed and pulling the cover back while the painter went to her bathroom sink. When Iroha came back, she went under her bed covers and Sora pulled up a chair to her side of the bed.

"I'm surprised that you aren't mad at me at all." Iroha confessed. "As a child, if my parents ever found out that I was sick, then they'd beat me..."

"I'm not going to do that to you, I promise." Sora reassured, reaching out with a cold hand and rubbing Iroha's head, which the painter leaned into. "You're really warm, I think you might have a fever. I'll check it out later."

"So, how long am I going to be in here?" Iroha asked, looking up at the albino with innocent eyes.

"Until you get better. Until then, you're only moving from this bed if you need to use the bathroom." She instructed, remembering what Yoruko had told her about taking care of others. "You aren't having food either, and only small sips of water are allowed. You don't want to throw up again, do you?"

"N-No, of course not!" Iroha protested in a weak voice. "I'm...really sleepy. Can I go to sleep now?"

"Of course. I'll get you off of investigation duty until you're better, so rest for as long as you need." Sora reassured with a smile.

Iroha yawned and closed her eyes. "Fueeeh..." She sighed as she finally went to sleep, happy that she wasn't in any danger from something she couldn't control. Even after her breathing finally evened out and the painter went to sleep, Sora continued to rub her head.