Forever My Maid.

Complications

It'd been a week since Misaki had been in the hospital. She'd been attending classes regularly, and fighting to recuperate on all of the work she might have missed. Of course she was working without stop, which left little time for Takumi to talk to her. This absolutely drove him mad.
In the past week, they had only seen each other during meals, due to Misaki always hiding away to finish the work she'd missed. Takumi had to put Benadryl in her late night drinks to get her to sleep at a decent time, though it pained him to do so since he knew how bad it was.
So they hadn't seen much of each other all week until this day.

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"Misaki, opened the door!" Takumi said with a red face, afraid of what may be happening in there.
There was no noise, apart from the flushing of the toilet.
Finally, he just got one of her pins, and unlocked the door. Doing this, he saw the horrific scene of the girl he loved, bending over a toilet, and vomiting last nights salmon and rice.
Quickly, he rushed to her side, pulling the hair out of her face. "Was it the salmon?" He asked in a whisper, his eyebrows creasing in concern. ((Meme this.))
"No-" was the only thing she said before filling the bowl again with last nights dinner.
  Of course, Takumi's mind was churning, and while he would normally be very calm, wasn't. Not when his love was not well. So he only patted her back, combing his fingers through her dark hair.
  Misaki herself felt terrible, as you would assume. But finally, she was actually done. With a final spit and flush, she pressed her sweaty head to the lid, not caring much anymore. Realizing that she was done, he quickly stood to his feet, and turned to the sink as he put toothpaste on her toothbrush.
  "No class today." It wasn't a question. More of an order. Misaki said nothing. This wasn't a battle that she'd win, whether it being against her body, or Takumi.
  She peered up at him, as he pressed the toothbrush with a fine line of toothpaste onto the counter. And with that, he was out of the room.
   Misaki sighed, slowly standing to her feet, and walking to the sink. Oddly enough, she felt very cold and lonely. Maybe it was Takumi's tone which had set her off. Bitter, but not directed to her. To the sickness she had now.
  So she slowly brushed her teeth, until all traces of the horrid taste was gone, rinsed her mouth, and turned the water off.
  Within seconds later, Takumi was at the door, grabbing her by her loose sweater. He'd pamper her.

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Hello readers! We've gotten to a lemon, aren't you excited? Well I don't want to cause any trouble, so for safety, if you are interested in the lemon, please be of age and such. Happy reading! -author San.

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