To be honest, this more a drabble thing.
"I feel so sick… I think I'm going to die." Soon after she felt a soft slap on the back of her head. A whine escaped her lips. "Ouch! Chika-Kun, that was mean!
The male sighed as he steered the vegetable soup in the cup. "Stop whining so much. You won't die from a simple fever," Chika said, actually having a point for once.
"But you didn't have to hit me for it! So mean…" she muttered while rubbing the back of her head.
In the meanwhile Chika was done with the steering and held the spoon full of the soup in front of her mouth. "Say aaah." Michiru rolled her eyes before opening her mouth. Chika fed her the soup. The pinkette found it embarrassing, but at least it tasted well.
"You really owe me now for helping you." Michiru glared at the male before he lets out a small chuckle. "Kidding~" Michiru huffed before Chika ruffled her hair. So long for her thinking he finally got mature.
Men…
