I'm so mad the story didn't save rip never writing directly on ff again learned my lesson 1/10

another request and also the first boy boy ship I believe yay

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Pit/Marth

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His eyes were blurry, his stomach ached and his head felt like it was on the verge of exploding. Pit was currently in the bathroom, as sick as could be, leaning close to the toilet in case he needed to barf. He was feeling a rare regret for his love of food.

Eventually, there was a knock on the door.

"Are you okay in there?"

Marth. Not too surprising, as they've been dating for a few months.

"Ugh, I feel, hn, as if I'm going to puke," The Angel answered honestly,"But I'm fine, don't worry," He waves his hand dismissively, as if Marth could see it through the door.

Regardless, Marth opens the bathroom door. His face with concern written all over it. In his hand was a cold cup of water, and in the other a bottle of medicine.

"I brought you medicine," Marth states as he walks up and kneels next to Pit, "It should ease your pain some," He puts the cup aside and opens the bottle, taking two pills put, and holds them out for the angel to grab.

Pit smiles at him genuinely as he takes the medicine from him, wasting no time swallowing them down with the water. Marth watches Pit do this rather quickly.

"You should watch your eating habits, it's no wonder you're so sickly," The Hero King chuckles, putting his hand, the one that had been holding the cup, on Pit's forehead while brushing aside his sweaty brown hair. The cold temperature makes the sickly angel jump, almost causing Marth to take his hand away, but Pit reassures his prince by resting his hand onto Marth's colder one. The blue haired boy hums as his hand is sandwiched in between a nice, soothing heat.

"Yeah, yeah," Pit mutters, "Just keep your hand right there, It's nice and cold..."

With an affectionate smile, Marth does.