for the friday satoru thing can you do about something where the reader is sick or hurt or something?
okay byee
the second you’re bedridden, satoru’s by your side.
you always shrug it off whenever it starts as a sniffle or a cough. you have to reassure Satoru that you are fine and taking premedication.
until he finds that you have the flu and can’t get up without feeling nauseous. he’ll try his best not to panic and do what he does best…smother you and provide you with whatever you wish.
too hot? he’ll put the AC on
too cold? he’ll grab a few blankets.
he will force feed you whether you can only stomach soup or a piece of toast, he lectures you on how important it is to stay hydrated and eat.
‘how else are you going to fight back against these nasty germs if your body is hungry and dehydrated, sweets?’
he’ll adjust your pillows and make sure you are comfortable at least twice an hour. as much as you tell him to stay away from you, he stays claiming that his immune system is nothing but the strongest.
definitely keeps an eye on you if you take a turn for the worse. He won’t admit these anxieties to you but it’s obvious by his facial expressions how much he cares. he will text shoko about your symptoms to see if it’s anything serious. But when she replies for him to stay with you and keep you hydrated and taking medicine he takes her words as law.
‘shoko said this’ and ‘shoko said that’ are all you ever hear for the next few days. but at times you wonder whether shoko did tell Satoru that ‘cuddles cure anything’ and that you must suffer to his kisses every ten minutes or if he’s lying.
but you’re not one to complain. satoru’s body heat is enough to keep you together, just by his presence alone you begin to feel better. he draws soothing circles on your back, murmuring in a low tone as your favourite movie plays in the back.
‘how do you feel love?’
‘better.’ you sniffle, your body feeling less worn out than yesterday but your migraine still lingers at times.
‘good, just a bit more rest and you’ll be right as rain again.’
‘you won’t leave yet, will you?’
‘never, sweetheart.’
