BFDI AND II ONESHOT BOOK!

My Poor Leafy: Fireafy

Leafy is seriously unwell, and while her brothers, Tree and Grassy, are away, Firey stays by her side constantly, devotedly caring for her.

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Leafy was bedridden, curled up on the living room couch with her body stretched weakly across the cushions. Her usual bright, vibrant green hue had faded into a dull, greyish tone. She looked fragile—almost brittle—with a warm, damp cloth resting on her forehead and a trickle of snot slowly running from her face. A soft, worn brown blanket covered her, not doing much against the biting chill of winter that lingered even indoors. Beside her, on the coffee table, sat a glass of water with a straw, untouched. The cold had taken hold of her hard this season.

She needed someone—anyone—to stay by her side and care for her. But Tree had already promised Grassy a trip to the local fair, something the little guy had been looking forward to for weeks. Tree couldn't bring himself to break that promise, not when Grassy had talked about it every single day. Still, leaving Leafy like this tugged painfully at his heart.

Luckily, Tree knew someone he could trust—someone he hadn't always trusted, but who had proven himself over time.

Firey.

There had been a time when Tree doubted him, especially with Leafy's safety. Firey could be impulsive, reckless even. But over the months, Firey had shown that he cared deeply—fiercely—for Leafy. Tree saw it in the way Firey looked at her, in how quick he was to come running the moment Tree called.

The second Tree had dialed Firey's number and told him Leafy was sick, Firey didn't hesitate. "I'm on my way," he had said—no questions, no pauses. Just action.

It wasn't even fifteen minutes before Firey arrived. His expression was tight with concern, his footsteps quick and heavy. He barely waited for Tree to open the door before rushing inside.

"Where is she?" Firey asked, voice laced with panic.

"Uh—" Tree started, stepping aside. But Firey had already spotted her on the couch.

He dropped to his knees beside her, gently placing his hands on either side of her face. "Leafy... oh, Leafy..." he murmured, brushing her pale cheeks with his thumbs. Her eyes, glassy and wet, fluttered open at his touch.

"F-Firey...?" Her voice was weak and scratchy, barely more than a whisper.

"Shh... hey, no... don't get up," Firey said softly, easing her back down against her pillow when she tried to sit. "Just rest, okay? I've got you."

Leafy let out a soft whine and relaxed back into the couch, her body sinking deeper into the cushions.

Tree stood nearby, watching the two of them closely. Even now, a flicker of nervousness twisted in his gut. Firey was made of flames, after all—and Leafy, well... she was literally a leaf. But Tree had to trust that Firey would never, ever hurt her.

"So..." Tree began, clearing his throat. "You're good to take care of her, right? We'll be back tonight. I'll bring dinner, and... you're welcome to stay the night if you need to. There's some yoyle berries on the top shelf in the kitchen, but for now, uh... the heat might actually be good for her."

Tree's voice wavered slightly as he said the last part. He offered Firey a small, tentative smile.

Firey looked up and nodded, gently tucking the blanket higher over Leafy's chest. "Yeah. You can count on me."

If this were any other day, this might've felt like a test—a chance to prove to Tree that he could be responsible, that he was worthy of Leafy's trust. But not today. Today, none of that mattered. Today, all that mattered was Leafy.