Dependent✅

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~Time skip: 2 weeks~

Reisi puked into the toilet bowl then frowned at the sight of blood floating as well. He held his head as he sat on the floor in a daze. This was the fourth time he had regurgitated within two hours. He knew there were side effects, but it never said how severe. Did it vary from person to person? He tried standing up, only to sink back into the floor. He was too weak to support his own weight.

He crawled out of the bathroom then ducked into his bedroom, hoping to avoid his parents.

"Reisi, are you ready for school?" his mother asked.

"I think I have a stomach virus..." lied Reisi.

"That solves the weird sounds mystery. Well, if that's the case, stay home. I'll regularly check in on you." said his mother before leaving the room.

Reisi climbed into bed then rolled onto his left side. At least now he could have a quiet day to himself. He picked up his phone and checked the time. What time did Mikoto wake up? Was he well enough to go to school? He didn't sound okay from his texts the night before. Maybe he was overthinking it. He sent Mikoto a good morning text before tossing his phone aside and closed his eyes. He could only hope his stomach wouldn't act up.

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Mikoto wrote in his notebook then heard the bell ring. Everyone started to pack up and wandered over to friends to chat. Tatara dragged his seat over to Mikoto's then gave him a sweet smile.

"What's up?" Tatara asked as he leaned against his desk

"I'm just worried about Reisi..." Mikoto said, looking at his chat with Reisi.

Tatara took his phone and send rude texts to Reisi before sitting on Mikoto's phone.

"Forget him. Why do you care so much about him? What about me? We've known each other longer..." Tatara whined.

"I do worry about you, but you aren't the sick one here. It's important to care about the sick people." Mikoto responded, demanding his phone back.

"I'll give it back if you promise to not talk about Reisi in my presence." said Tatara.

"Why do you dislike him so much? Did he hurt you or something?" asked Mikoto slightly irritated.

"He's trying to take you away from me!" Tatara said loudly, shrinking back into his seat.

"Take me away from you? Tara, aren't you overreacting right now? Give me one good reason why Reisi would want to take me away." said Mikoto, unbelieving of his best friend.

"So I can be miserable." Tatara spat. "He wants to get back at me for primary school."

"Stop being ridiculous... Don't worry about him and worry about yourself." Mikoto said with a heavy sigh.

Tatara still refused to give his phone back. Mikoto reached down but Tatara was faster, holding his phone and running out the room with it. Mikoto followed, needing to know how Reisi was holding up.

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Reisi pressed on the toilet handle, his stomach finally having settled down. He weakly got to his feet and headed to the kitchen. He searched both the cabinet and refrigerator for something light to eat. He took out the soup meant for his father, heating up in the microwave while washing his hands. He heard the doorbell ring, signaling someone was there.

He hurried over and checked through the peephole. He opened the door and Mikoto stepped in. He closed and locked the door in Tatara's face.

"Eh, Tatara's here too. We're going to take care of you." said Mikoto with a smile.