Caged Free (Misono x Reader) [ON HOLD]

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 ❄︎ {3/10} ❄︎

; Conflicted Illness}

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Dark clouds occupied the blue sky. [Name] watched as the clouds moved slowly from her spot in the room. The noise in the room fell deaf to her ears; today, she had accompanied Lily to look after the subclass children.

"[Name]," Lily called out. [Name] snapped out of her thoughts and faced the man with a smile, "can you go and see if Misono is alright?" He asked as he tied a ribbon around a child subclass's hair.

[Name]'s smile faltered a bit before she nodded at him and made her way to the door. She shut the door behind her softly, it wasn't that she didn't like Misono or anything. Her eyes soften at the thought of the lonely boy.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she strolled down the quiet hallway. Lately, she had noticed that Lily would often keep his distance away from [Name], was it something she had did? He would often push her off to Misono, did he perhaps have found out that slight attraction she had for the SerVamp?

Her feet stopped in front of the door that leads to Misono's room. She raised her head up slowly to the golden handle. She raised a hand to knock on the door. It was silent. [Name] furrowed her brows and knocked again, nothing.

She reached for the door handle and twisted it open. The door creaked out as [Name] popped her head in to look. The room was dark, but she was able to make out a small lump under the blankets by the bed.

[Name] looked around the hallway before slipping herself into the room. Taking off her shoes and placing it to the side, [Name] tip toed her way over to the sleeping boy.

Curled into a small ball, Misono's breathing was even. His face was relaxed and peaceful. Unlike the frown, he wore every day. [Name] placed a hand on his forehead, her cold hand fought against the heat that he had. A fever.

[Name] swore to herself that she felt the boy shivered slightly under her touch. She then ran fingers through his hair, moving it out of his face before bringing her hand back over to his forehead.

She took her hand away and was about to leave, but then felt a tug on the back of her shirt. Shocked, she looked back, "Misono?" she whispered out. She looked into his half-lidded eyes.

Misono squinted in the dark, "mother..?"

[Name] blinked back in surprise, "uh, n-"

"I missed you.." The grip on [Name]'s shirt tightened, "don't leave me alone," [Name]'s eyes softened.

She hesitantly raised the blanket and slipped under them. Immediately, the boy wrapped his arms around her neck. [Name] shakily wrapped her arms around the boy, one hand stroking his head, the other resting over his waist.

[Name] felt her eyes began to shut until something wet hit her neck. Her eyes were now fully awake and peered down at the boy. A single trail of tear had escaped from Misono's closed eyes, but a warm smile was spread across his face.

A smile made it's way up [Name]'s face as she wiped the stray tear away. Her eyes began to feel heavy, she then surrendered to the darkness.

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A groan left Misono's lips as he stirred in his bed. He cracked opened his eyes slowly, his vision was blurry, but it soon adjusted. The moment it adjusted, though, his eyes widen and he immediately stiffens in his place.

A heavy blush was splat onto his face as he held his breath. He was afraid to even move, the slightest movement, would wake [Name] up. His eyes looked over her face, her long lashes, soft looking skin, pink lips.

He felt his heart hammered in his chest.

Misono glanced around the room, hoping to not look at her, but his eyes would always fall back to her sleeping face, "Misono?"

Misono snapped his eyes back. His eyes looking straight into [E/C]. Their faces were close. Really close. He could feel the warm breath on his face, the tip of their noses touching each other and their bodies mangled together.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Misono screamed out and flipped backward, falling down to the wooden floor with a loud thud. His heart leaped as he quickly scrambled across the wooden floor to peer over the bed. [Name] was still sound asleep.

A sigh of relief escaped from his lips as he turned around, back against the bed as he ran a hand through his messy purple hair. He surpassed a cough and placed a hand over his beating heart, "I'm too sick," he groaned, "sick with this.."

"Conflicted Illness"