A/N: Thank you guys so much for 83 reads! This means so much to me! This chapter was requested by @KaedesBeloved. Have a nice day and I hope you enjoy.
Mikan POV:
I looked down at the sniffling musician lying in her bed with 5 cozy blankets wrapped around her. She took all the blankets in the house, leaving me to go and buy more. ''Ibuki is not *sniff* sick! Ibuki is just *sniff* col- ACHOO!''
''Ibuki you are obviously sick. I'm going out to buy more blankets and food for you. Remember, don't leave the house, don't get out of bed, don't start playing music on top volume, don't make a collage about a random person on the internet, don't watch rock videos, don't watch anime too loudly. Oh and leave some anime for us tonight! Love you, see you later! Oh, and no cooking!'' I chirped skipping out the room.
My confidence was improving rapidly ever since Ibuki helped me. I love her so much for that.
Time skip so Mikan is back now
I stumble back through our doorway into our messy house and sigh. The house is so messy... ''Ibuki? Are you okay?'' I yell up to Ibuki
''Ibuki is fine! Ibuki did just as you asked her!'' she calls back
Sighing a fly up the stairs to see Ibuki in the same position as she was before, snuggling into the blanket. ''Heh, cozy aren't you?'' I giggle, sliding next to her.
Actually it was nice and comfy under here. I already feel myself drifting off to sleep to the image of Ibuki snuggling into my chest.
A/N: Sorry I got lazy and I have to sleep soon. Getting a good nights rest, who she? Anyways I might redo this some other time when i have more motivation. Thank you for reading ladies, gents and non-binary folks, I'll see you in the next chapter! Have a nice day!
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«TSUMIODA//BAND-AID ONESHOTS»
Fanfic⚠COVER ART AND ANY OTHER ART IS NOT MINE UNLESS I TELL YOU SO⚠ This is just a collection of Tsumioda/Band-aid oneshots. I won't be doing any smut because I will suck at that but there is a warning of angst and maybe self harm. Idk. Have fun reading...
