A/N: Written as a request for my dear apriiil! Introducing the other member of the Alberona-Clive/Heartfilia madness triangle, Miss Juvia Lockser! And various other minor plot points.
Prompt: "You did all this for me?"
Exhaustion was at the forefront of Lucy's mind; pure, unfiltered, undiluted exhaustion. Pulling a week of all night shifts, nine hours each, at Blue Pegasus on top of her classes wasn't a smart idea. The drunks and college students were making her crazy. If Hibiki tried flirting with her one more time, she was going to go all Erza Scarlet on him. Fifteen years of evading him and his advances, she thought he'd get the point.
But hey, those tips were helping pay rent. That was important. She could put up with a little annoyance like Hibiki.
"Mahhhhhh….." Lucy slumped through the door, kicking her shoes off and dropping her bags on top of them. 4am and the apartment was surprisingly quiet. Juvia was home visiting her parents and Cana had spent the day before with Gildarts so no one was home. "Hm, maybe I should get a cat," Lucy mumbled as she staggered toward her bed. Not even bothering to change out of her black dress and stockings, she collapsed face-down onto her pillow. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Six hours later, Lucy's eyelids fluttered open. Her nose twitched rapidly as a delicious smell wafted through the apartment. Must find source of smell. Smells like bacon. Bacon is life.
Lucy did her best to imitate a zombie-like shuffle and cursed as her dress tried to kill her. "Hello, floor. How are you today?" She mumbled into the carpet. "I hope you're doing good, because I'm not. I feel like how I imagine Bixlow feels right about now, hungover and half-dead."
"Lucy, are you talking to the floor again?" Juvia's blue head poked through the open door. One eyebrow went up at the sight of her roommate face-first on the floor. "Lucy, Juvia thought she'd told you not to drink while at work."
A groan at Juvia's momness informed her that Lucy was in fact still alive. One finger rose as the jurisprudence major defended herself. "Not drunk, Juvi, just really really tired. And hungry." Her messy blonde head lifted half off the ground. "What's cooking?" She joked weakly. Juvia shook her head and helped the blonde up. "Honestly, Lucy, Juvia doesn't know what to do with you. You didn't even change!"
As the two made their way to their common area, Lucy tried not to lean all her weight on her friend. "Didn't feel like changing. Though I realize that was a bad idea now." She scratched at the spot where her bra, the cute red lace one, was digging into her side. Whoops, forgot to take that off too.
They got to the kitchen and Juvia let go of Lucy as she collapsed onto the barstool. Cana whistled, waving the tongs at her. "Girl, you look like death warmed over. Here," she shoved a plate loaded with food under Lucy's half-conscious nose.
Lucy whimpered in delight at the sight of toast, bacon, and biscuits and gravy. "Cana, you and Juvi did this all for me?"
The physics major smiled and patted her friend's head. "Juvia and I both knew you've been working your cute little butt off and thought you deserved a bit of pampering." Cana lightly bonked Lucy on the forehead. "Don't get used to it, though, missy. You're making dinner tonight."
Both girls were nearly bowled over at the force of Lucy's sudden tackle hug.
It was official, she had the best roommates on the planet.
