#precure memory

Tsubasa yelped a little when the stranger came and interrupted her friend. The offer was much appreciated, but who was this young man? Tsubasa looked him over for a few moments before deciding he looked trustworthy, although Bonnet didn’t seem to be convinced as quickly. The fairy continued staring at the stranger. 

Iona will pet.

Did Masako really seem like the kind of person people could just come up and pet? Was she really that approachable, even after everything? Well, this girl doesn’t exactly seem approachable herself...kind of the no-nonsense type? 

...Well, if you don’t count this as nonsense—which Masako kind of does, but she can’t bring herself to say. She simply allows herself to be pet. It seems pretty girls are a her weakness of hers after all.

Ah, is she seeing double now? That probably isn’t good, but it is kind of funny. Uru can’t help but giggle, just a little bit, dabbing off the sweat from Iona’s forehead with a wet towel.

“Hehh, you didn’t know? I brought her all the way here just to help take care of you, Hii-senpai.”

It’s probably time to give her some medicine, or at least some water. How long had Uru just been sitting at her bedside like this? There’s no telling. Uru learned a long time ago that time moves differently when you’re sick, but poor Iona might not know yet.

Brushing herself off, the smaller girl moves to the kitchen.

“Don’t fall in love with her though, okay? I’m the cuter one. Remember that. If you cheat on me with her, I’ll tell on you. Then the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office will come and arrest you. They might even give you the death penalty for it, because I’m so cute.”

She’s already returned back to Iona’s side by the time her warning ends --- pill in one hand, water in the other. This is kind of exciting! Uru doesn’t usually have the chance to take care of a sick person. It’s usually the other way around.

“Who are you?” Tsubasa questioned, narrowing her eyes at the stranger before her. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but there was something... off about the stranger. Tsubasa’s body tensed up, ready to strike at any moment.

Masako obviously can’t ignore the state the girl’s in, so her words would have to be ignored in its place. They seem to fall on deaf ears, and she walks toward Iona without acknowledgement.

“Hey, wha⁠t— Hikawa, what happened here? You fall out of a tree or something?”

A very tall tree seemed possible, but the blonde clearly had other suspicions. Leaning over without word or warning, she took Iona’s face in her hands, attempting to thumb away some of the blood to get a better look at the injury. Injuries. Plural. Of which there were many.

“Did someone do this to you?” Masako bit her lip, a response to feeling her brows twitch. Déjà vu? This is starting to feel like a repeat of their first meeting. 

“Iona-san...”

Tsubasa honestly didn’t know what to say, so she did the only thing she thought she could after hearing something like that from her friend: pull her into a gentle hug. She didn’t know if this was the right thing to do, but it’d saved her when she’d hit an emotional rock bottom herself.

“I’m so sorry that you feel that way... but you don’t have to suffer alone. You have me and the others. So please... tell me what’s wrong so I can help you. It’s the least I can do after you all helped me,” she said after she pulled away from her friend.

uru is so baby