Get Well Soon Kiss - Sylvie x Sick!Reader

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Requested by no one but me! But was also inspired by a Giovanni x Sick!Reader mini oneshot!
Art by me!

You cough as you stare at the ceiling, your nose clogged up and your eyes filled with a tingly feeling. "I was supposed to be working today.." You sighed as you turned your head over to the calendar, which one box was circled with a red sharpie. You continued muttering about homework and passing tests that were tomorrow, and basically anything you could've been doing right now. A sudden ding comes from a different room, you look over to your bedroom door, then ignoring the sound. The dinging goes on for a few seconds, then hearing a click from the front door. A few mutters come outside from the room, then followed by footsteps. "Hello, sweetie?" You mom knocks on your door, "A special friend is here!" She said loudly. You cringed in embarrassment, shoving your face into your pillow. "Who is it.." You loudly yell as you groan, then your door clicks open. "(Y/N)?" A salmon haired boy walks up to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You shift your eyes over to Sylvie, then jumping up in surprise. "Gah! S-Sylvie, why are you here?!" You say while a red tint develops on your face. "Molly told me you were sick, right?" He said, staring at you with full attention. "I just wanted to see if you were alright.." He muttered, but enough for you to hear him. You looked at him in confusion. "You wanted to check up on me?" A small smile went on your face "That's pretty nice of you to worry. But uh, I'm fine, ahaha.." You awkwardly laughed, scratching your head. "Well, I think your mom is almost done with food, I'll be right back." He gets up and closes the door behind him. You blankly stare into space, then shoving your face into your pillow again, groaning. You blushed, then again having a big crush on him it was annoying to you. Most of the time you would be eating or in class, then suddenly thinking about Sylvie. But let's just say you couldn't focus on anything else for the rest of the day.

You hear a knock come from your door, then the door opens, being greeted by Sylvie and a bowl of soup in his hand. He hands the bowl of soup onto your lap. You feel warmth on your stomach, taking the spoon and blowing on the soup. "Thanks, Sylvie!" You shove a spoonful of tomato basil in your mouth. "No problem." Sylvie chuckles, then sitting on the edge of your bed, avoiding eye contact. "Y'know, you didn't really had to check on me." You said, getting tired of using the spoon and sipping out of the bowl. "I know," Sylvie paused. "I uh, just missed you." You quickly brought the bowl to your lap again, trying not to spill it. "Crap, did I say that out loud?" He put his hand over his mouth, blushing. "Can I tell you something?" You muttered, still feeling the dryness of your throat. "Sure." Sylvie looked back at you. "I, uh.." You took a pillow and pressed it close to your chest. "I—" A click comes from the door, your mother standing there with a smile. "It's getting late, you should be going home now, Sylvester." You were basically screaming inside, but both grateful you didn't have to say that you liked him. "Ah, alright. Can I just do something?" "Okay! Just come back out when your done~!" Your mother closes the door, leaving you two back alone. "Well, I'm gonna have to go back home, heh." He awkwardly laughs. "Uh, well, bye..!" You wave. Sylvie gets up from the edge of your bed and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, your face burning up with embarrassment. "See you later..!" He quickly closes the door, leaving you shocked. You cuddle back up into your blankets, a dumb grin on your face. Even if you were happy, you knew the next time you got to see Sylvie it would be the most awkward feeling in the world, but you didn't mind. So you kept on keeping a goofy smile on your face and rested.

The End..?
Yeah, so I didn't know how to end this, but at least I got to write and finish something today..? I hope you enjoy!

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