“Hey [Name], do you love me?” Your boyfriend Makoto unsurely asked.
You looked up from the soup you were making and frowned.
“Makoto, if I didn’t love you would I be here taking care of you..? Would I have even agreed to go out with you?” You sighed.
“I guess you wouldn’t..” He said dreamily.
Makoto was always worried that you’d leave him. You didn’t understand it. You huffed and turned back to your soup. Makoto had caught the flu and since his family was out of town, you had come over to take care of him. You brought a spoon filled with broth up to your lips to taste the soup.
“Hot hot hot HOT!!” You yelled when it burned your tongue.
Makoto chuckled at your actions but soon began to cough. You rushed to his side with a glass of water which he quickly drank.
“Take it easy. Your soup will be done soon.” You said while pressing your hand to his forehead.‘Damn,’ you thought, ‘he still has a fever…’
You stood up and walked back over to the stove and turned off one of the burners. [That’s what they’re called right?] You grabbed a bowl from one of the cabinets and poured some of the steaming soup into it. Makoto coughed once again causing you to flinch. You picked out the bowl and grabbed a spoon. Makoto gave a weak smile when he saw you approaching him. You set the bowl down on the table closest to him, sat down, and gave Makoto a wide smile.
“Here you go! My mom’s special chicken noodle soup recipe!! It’ll make you better in no time!” You beamed proud of your work.
He laughed and reached for the soup but had another coughing fit. You frowned.
“Do you want me to feed you Makoto?” You asked.
He nodded and sat up. You took the bowl off of the table and put it in your lap. You carefully put the spoon to Makoto’s lips as he sucked the broth up.
“Is it any good?” You asked a hopeful look in your [e/c] eyes.
“Yeah, it’s delicious!” He smiled.
You continued the process until the soup was all gone. ‘I have to leave soon..’ you thought as you looked at the clock. You got up and began to clean the kitchen as Makoto’s green eyes watched you. Satisfied with your work, you began to pack your things. Once you were done you turned to Makoto.
“Before I leave, remember to take the red pills once every 12 hours and if you’re feeling hot get a wet washcloth and put it on your forehead. Call me if there are any probl-mmmphh!” You were cut off by Makoto’s soft lips.
“I love you [Name]..” He said staring into your eyes.
“I-I love you too, but I may get sick!!” You grumbled.
-3 Weeks Later-
You coughed again as Makoto came to your aid.
“Are you ok, [Name]?” He said with concern flickering in his gaze.
“All I have to say is I told you so..” You muttered grumpily.