DESPAIR DISEASE: FuyuhikoxReader!

DESPAIR DISEASE

[{A/N: this is an AU where the reader is a "17th student", and there wasn't enough rooms in the hospital for the victims of the disease. Please note that I wrote this before finishing Chapter 3}]

"Why am I here again?!" grumbled Fuyuhiko, trying his best not to glare at Mikan, who was playing with her arm bandages out of nervousness.
The two were standing outside of the Super High School Level Baker's cottage, as she had been quarantined with Despair Disease.

"'C-cause I f-f-figured you could snap her out of it..o-or at least put her to sleep..." Mumbled Mikan, "She w-won't listen to me..."

"Why me?!" Snapped Fuyuhiko, staring Mikan in the eye, who suddenly refused to meet his gaze.

"I-I'm sorry! I thought y-you were special to her..." Mikan blurted in a rush, letting a small "eep!" escape her mouth as Fuyuhiko gave her a confused, angry look.

Mikan hid behind the girl's mailbox, shivering and holding back tears as best she could. Meanwhile, Fuyuhiko approached her door, but paused before knocking.

Special? To her? How?! The only time they'd really talked was after Peko's death..and even then, it was mostly one-sided. She had tried to comfort him while he lied silently on his hospital bed, only half listening. She was a lone wolf kind of girl, and Fuyuhiko realized the only real words he had said to her up until now were swears.

Special, huh...

"Fuyu-babyyyy? Is that youu~?"

The girl sat, propped up with a pillow, on her bed, her hair that was typically in her face was tied into a ponytail, the lose strands sticking to her sweaty face and neck. Her usual outfit was folded next to the dresser across the room, the apron hung from one of the drawers. She was wearing a loose fitting hospital gown, stained with sweat and what looked like the remains of vomit.

Fuyuhiko slowly closed the door. "Uh..yeah. It's me."

She cocked her head. "I'm surprised you came, Fuyu-baby. I thought you hated me." She ended in a baby voice, pouting slightly.

The f~ck was wrong with her?!

"Y-you feeling ok?" sputtered Fuyuhiko, mentally facepalming. Why was he stuttering?!

"Never better!" she giggled, gesturing to her guest. "Can you come sit on the bed? I need company!"

What had happened to the reserved girl that spent her days in the comfortable silence of the Hotel's kitchen?! And she seemed almost..flirty?

Fuyuhiko sat on the queen-sized bed, facing her. Fuyuhiko had enough space to sit cross-legged, as she had positioned herself as close to the wall as possible.

A small sigh brushed past her lips, and her eyes drooped. "I apologize..that we had to meet like this..."

Before Fuyuhiko could respond, she burst into tears. "I always liked you, y'know?! But you were so scary! A-and when you lost Peko, I figured there was no way you could ever love me, 'cause you loved her so much..and then when I tried to help you, you just ignored me!"

She fiddled with her hands, tears staining the bedsheets. "You hate me..."

"Where the f~ck did you get that idea?! I..don't hate you at all!" Fuyuhiko yelled, stumbling with his words.

She didn't listen. "The very fact that I haven't had a real conversation with you until now..I hate myself! Why am I so weak?! I'm idiotic!" She buried her head in her blankets, muffling her screaming.

"Shut up! Do you even hear yourself?!" Fuyuhiko shook her, trying to snap her out of it.

She lifted her head from the sheets, eyes determined. "I like you Fuyuhiko! I liked you before we even officially met! I liked you even when you were a big narcissistic jerk and all you did was swear at me and tell me to get out of the way! And you know why?! 'Cause I could tell, right from the start, that you were the most sweet and loyal boy I had ever met!" Her already pink face suddenly turned red, and she fell into her pillow, mumbling apologies.

Holy sh~t. Fuyuhiko placed a hand on her shoulder. "U-uh, it's ok..I like you too..."

She snapped up, eyes sparkling. "Really?! I never knew you felt this way, Fuyu-baby!"

Oh. We're back to this again.

She grabbed his hands and lifted them up. "I promise to use this information wisely!" Fuyuhiko laughed a little. Just how sick was she?!

She let go of Fuyuhiko's hands and fell back onto her pillow.

"Fuyu..I'm sleepy..." She closed her eyes, face turning pale.

Fuyuhiko became increasingly uncomfortable. Was it ok for him to leave? Slowly, he got up, covering her with the blankets she had thrown away.

"Fuyu..? Will you stay here?" Her voice was quiet, she was probably almost asleep already, but Fuyuhiko honored her request. He sat down on the bed again, brushing her hair from her heated forehead.

Special.

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