If U See Entirely Too Many Boops From Me, Hi

if u see entirely too many boops from me, hi 💚

" i know, my love, but you will be better soon enough. in the meantime, please allow me to care for you? " they ask, gently pleading with her as they hold out their hands to her, moving them toward her own. " i promise i will let you do anything you want once your injury has healed, okay? "

they would heal her themself if they could. they know how strong and independent she is and they know how much harder needing to rely on someone for some things is for her. soryn would let her do certain things on her own if it didn't mean she would further injure herself, but that just isn't how it is.

" anita, look at me. it is okay to rely on someone. you are not weak, you are no less independent than you were before the accident, i promise you. " soryn slips their hands into hers and they give them the gentlest of squeezes. " do you hear what i am saying? it is fine to rely on me, anita. you are not a burden on me, i am more than happy to do anything you want and need. "

"How am I gonna hurt myself trying to open a stupid jar?" She snipped under her breath, though the venom in her voice seemed directed at the jar more than it was Soryn.

This wasn't her first work-related injury, but it had been quite an impressive while since she last broke a bone. The healing process was going well, and she was doing what she had been told to make it easier on herself, but her frustration had gotten the better of her that day.

"I know." She did, deep down. She would recover, and she'd feel awful for being so snippy when she looked back, but that exact moment meant a shamefully twisted gut and a spike of immaturity. "I know I can, but I wish I didn't have to! I know you're not an ass like that, but I just miss being able to do things. It's annoying needing help with everything."

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. ( misa to soryn )

" you get comfortable right there and i will be back soon with soup, okay? " soryn smiles, kissing her forehead and heading into the kitchen. they've been happy to take care of her during her sabbatical from modeling, even whenever she falls ill with a cold. right now, she's curled up on the couch, bundled up in blankets. soryn wanted her to stay in bed but she wanted to watch movies and cuddle up against them, and, usually, misa got what misa wanted. they don't mind obliging her, they just wish she'd get more rest! rest always does the human body good. and now she's hungry, which is good, so soryn offered to make soup for her.

soryn decides to make something fairly quick and definitely easy: chicken noodle soup. it seems to be what a lot of humans enjoy when they're under the weather. getting the noodles, chicken broth and seasonings from the pantry, they cast a glance toward misa as they head back into the kitchen, just a cursory glance to make sure she's still okay, and they stop just inside of the kitchen. are... are they imagining things? are their eyes playing tricks on them? never before has someone looked at soryn with longing, such yearning. they would look back to double check, but her attention is probably already back in the television. were they merely imagining that look in her eyes? is it wishful thinking? soryn sets everything on the counter, unsure. it's... no, no, surely it's only wishful thinking. they saw only what they wanted to see. there's no way they have a chance with someone as sweet and kind and wonderful and beautiful as the misa amane.

...right?

the demon's mind runs a mile a minute as they resume their meal preparation in the kitchen. of course they don't have a chance. what a silly and stupid thing to believe. they sigh softly to themself and shake their head. she's an amazing human being and they're, well, them. a demon. though misa knows well enough about that by now, soryn is sure she wouldn't want them because of that. of course she wouldn't. and yet... despite what seems like the high probability that she could never want them, they do want her. they want to be hers and they want her to be theirs, together forever. or rather... until misa passes of old age. that day will come and it'll hurt, soryn knows that. they also know of that age old quote, ''tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. despite their own silly worries, she did look longingly at them, didn't she? maybe... they do have a chance.

soryn soon finished in the kitchen, bringing with them a piping hot bowl of soup, a folded dish towel tucked under their arm. they gaze warmly down at her, a gentle smile forming on their lips. they say that when you look at someone you love, your pupils dilate, and soryn's pupils are in fact dilated, because gods, they love misa. they kiss her fever-warmed forehead and place the folded towel in her hands before placing the bowl atop the towel, just so she wouldn't have to worry about burning her hands.

" here you go, misa. homemade soup, just for you. " because there's little soryn wouldn't do for her.

“Oi, Aggie. What’s for dinner? Do ya need help cookin’?” Shiro delivers a quick kiss to the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her from the back and pulling her against his strong body.

" hey, shiro. " she smiles up at him, leaning back against him as he pulls her close. " tonight, i-i'm making sesame tofu and broccoli. i've only m-made it once before, but it came out so good. i don't need help, but i-if you're offering, i'd accept. " agatha takes one of his hands and brings it to her lips, gently kissing his knuckles before pulling away to resume cooking, her smile growing as shiro works alongside her.

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Meepho kisses Agatha as she held her face, soon peppering her face with kisses. "There, I think i got you covered now."

though she's gotten a lot better, sometimes agatha still has her bad days where she struggles to get out of bed in the morning. on those days, meepho is her rock. she's the one that reminds her that her days won't always be so bad and that, even when all seems dark, the dark clouds will dissipate and the sun will shine again. thank the gods for meepho.

agatha smiles lovingly at her after the much needed shower of affection, her hands coming up to rest over meepho's. what would she do without her? it's not something she ever really wants to think about. " thank you, my love. i r-really needed that. " she sighs softly, leaning in to touch her forehead to meepho's before planting a tender kiss to her lips. " m-maybe we could get dressed, h-have breakfast and go for a walk? i-i think m-moving around would help me a lot. "