✿ ❞ 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔

☕

♠ It’s not like he could just ignore the sound of the younger resident of the Mafia’s wheezing cough for days on end. Or her sniffling that she modestly hid under her sleeves as if ashamed to show the common weakness of a cold. Or perhaps it was her noticably reddened cheeks…Chuuya knew Kyouka was sick. Perhaps nobody else was going to do anything about it. Perhaps, he thought with a pang, she would only worsen and her illness would peak to a point where she wouldn’t be able to fight, and–
It just won’t do. Not on his watch.
On a break, he nonchalantly asks Kouyou for her recommended strain of decaffinated tea. She shrugs and offers him a small tin of chamomile flowers, which he then carefully steeps in a sieve and pours, steaming, into a mug sculpted for smaller hands than his. And, for the occasion, he even provides a bit of bottled cream to the drink.
He finds Kyouka curled up on the couch, feigning sleep whilst she holds a quill in her hand to finish a checkered list of deeds she had completed for the Mafia that day to hand in to their boss. Chuuya stalks up to her and takes it from her swiftly.
Instinctively, Kyouka’s eyes widen and she reaches for it defiantly. He holds it just out of her reach with a little too much triumphance and shakes his head. “I’ll complete it for you. After all, we doubled on everything half the time this week. Looks like you already did the half I wasn’t involved with, so it’s a fair deal.”
She seems as if she wants to object, so Chuuya places the small mug in Kyouka’s hands. “Drink it, girl.” He offers quietly, his blue eyes flicking away with a certain amount of hesitation. “It’ll help. You’re very ill. Go straightaway to your room to finish it and make sure to go to sleep soon after.”
In emphasis to his point, he brushes away her thin bangs to press the back of his hand to her forehead in a surprising show of shyness. He watches the resemblence of a tiny smile creep across her face. Before Chuuya can embarrass himself any longer, he stuffs the clipboard and pen under his arm and walks off quickly.
Later on that night, he notices Kyouka’s light off a lot earlier than usual.