Shaman King: Yoh, Anna and the flu
2003-11-15
136 words
During dinner, Anna sneezes and Yoh looks at her. Her voice is suspiciously nasal and her cheeks are almost as red as her nose.
"Anna-san, are you feeling okay?" queries Manta.
"I'm fine." Her dismissal is sharp.
Later that night, Yoh knocks on her door.
"I brought you some tea," says Yoh when she slides it open. On the tray there is a dose cough medicine and a mug of tea. She narrows her eyes.
"I'm not sick."
"Of course not." His smile makes her heart ache more fiercely than her head. "But just in case, I'll leave this here. It's cold tonight."
When he returns the next morning, the medicine is gone and the mug is empty. Anna sleeps peacefully; her cheeks are cool to his touch.
He slides the door shut quietly behind him.