Tsugumi Seishiro x Bodyguard Male Reader

Maybe My Weekend Wasn't Wasted

The smell of fresh and hot steaming food flew into his nose.

His stomach growled eagerly.

His head was filled with nothing but fog.

Where was he?

The last thing he remembered was answering the door from his home, now he was lying on something hard. He would try to get up and figure out where he was but his strength was depleted.

...Damn... I'm so hungry now...

He grits his teeth softly as his eyes squinted from the exhaustion overwhelming him.

...Who? ...Who is toying with my brain like this?!

He continues to complain quietly as his stomach starts to growl more aggressively, driving the boy nuts.

What he didn't know was that someone familiar was cooking him something to cure his fever quickly.

Another boy... No, a girl dressed as a boy as she was cooking some soup with lots of protein. She dumped some chicken into a bowl filled with vegetable soup while mixing the contents up. She would add some salt as she lets the aroma of the food float into her nose.

It smelled tasty, mouthwatering but she knew it wasn't for her.

Why is that?

Time for some payback...

The girl grabs a small black container from her pocket with a picture of a skull on it. She laughs mischievously as her plan was going to brutally affect the sick boy.

Heh heh heh... You'll soon realize that you shouldn't have humiliated with the one and only Tsugumi from the Bee Hive Clan!

She twists the cap off from the bottle and tilts the top over.

It's your fault, you know!

Her hand stopped midway.

Ever thought that he tried to take care of himself after not only keeping you dry but also from drowning?!

The conversation that Tsugumi had earlier today snuck into her head as her eyes widens.

Because without that 'asshole', you would've been dead in the pool!

She was about to poison Y/n, yet with the two having beef with each other he still had save her from drowning inside the school's pool. Her head was blank, thinking about why she would do such a thing when there's a ninety percent chance that if his master told him to nurture the Mistress's bodyguard, he'd do it with no questions asked.

She takes a glance at the bottle once more and at the soup in front of her.

...

Y/n continues his restless attempts at getting up as the smell of food and the worried thoughts starts to grow stronger and stronger within him.

What is that smell?! Master isn't here so who's making such delicacy?!

"...Oi..."

Someone called for his attention. His head weakly turned to the voice as he sees a blurred figure. They say the boy up, groaning at the numbed sensation as a tray with a hot bowl of some kind of soup sat in front of him.

"...H-Here's your meal..." the mysterious figure to Y/n said as he thanked them despite not knowing who was here.

"Tank yu..."

Though his body wasn't strong to move, his arm shook gently for the spoon in front of him. He was close yet it was so far for him until his hand couldn't grasp the utensil and nearly spilled his food.