Day Thirty-Six
Lovesick
Natsu had no clue what was wrong with him.
His first thought had been sickness. Except that didn't really make any sense at all. Natsu didn't quite feel sick - he just felt... weird.
Like how his insides churned randomly, but somehow in a good way. That was weird. And how it tended to happen around Lucy, of all people. That was weird. And how just the slightest touch from said blond mage felt like an electric shock. That was definitely weird.
And then, after the physical symptoms of this - this disease, then came the mental ones.
Oh, those were so much worse. The very sight of Lucy was suddenly enough to get his mind whirring. He wanted to pin her to the wall and kiss the life out of her - wait one second - why the heck did Natsu suddenly want to put his mouth on Lucy's, for Mavis's sake?! WHERE had THAT come from? Oh, man. Yeah. He was definitely sick.
And as if that wasn't enough, this stupid illness affected his magic, too. For example, one of Lucy's touches didn't just feel like an electric shock anymore. Nope, now it did something else, too.
It set him on fire.
Quite literally.
So that was that. Natsu was sick. And probably the most awful, yet wonderful thing about this illness was that for some odd reason, he never wanted it to end.
He liked feeling this way about Lucy. He liked this strange sickness.
Even if it was really, very, extremely, utterly, absolutely weird.
And perhaps this is one of the many reasons so many, many people have come to use the term "lovesick."
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hope ya liked it, sorry it's short again, agh it's so late at night where I am! gotta go bye super exhausted DX