Written for the prompt 'A jealous kiss', and also Tsumiki's birthday.
He watched as she rummaged through the shelves of medication, taking various containers out and reading the labels, like a librarian might do with the books under her care.
She never asked why he was here, in the pharmacy. Komaeda had found himself spending time around the nurse more and more often lately. She never tried to chase him out, never asked questions with eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"It's amazing that you really know what all of those do," he said finally.
Tsumiki jumped with a start, pills cascading out of the bottle she held. She dropped to her knees with a squeak, clambering to pick them back up.
"I'll have to throw these out now," she sighed. "I'm…I'm really not all that amazing. Look at the problems I cause…"
Komaeda joined her on the floor. "It's alright. They should be clean; I mopped up in here just before you came in."
He watched as she picked up the pills, one by one between her pale fingers. To think that such unsteady hands could work such miracles, he thought.
He watched as she frowned, and furrowed her brows, her lips turning downward. To think that someone with such talent could be so unhappy, so unsure.
To think that it should be impossible to absorb another person's talents, like drinking up an elixir from a medicine cup, reaping its benefits to the body.
He placed his hand over hers on the floor, crushing one of the pills beneath their hands. He kissed her then, briefly, a simple press of lips against ones too surprised to respond.
Komaeda stood, letting himself out without a word.
He felt no more talented than before, but he felt something, the beginning of a tightness somewhere deep inside his chest.