Not So Self-Help But More You Help Me
A/N: It seems in my reluctance to properly use the phrase "self-help" for tonight's challenge- the title of this fic turned into a Fall Out Boy song. Whoops.
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"Mamoru-baka, you're looking a little down."
My ears perk at the sound of her voice but I keep my head down. Every inch of my body aches and my mind is moving at a million thoughts per second. Just talking to Odango might make all my efforts of fixing this problem myself instead of going to the doctor go down the drain. "Nmhh."
Warm hands shake my shoulders abruptly; they're hers. "Mamoru-baka, wallowing in your head all day isn't safe!" She continues to shake at my body, causing a sharp pain to steadily rise. Who knew that the girl is as strong as she is. "C'mon!"
"Usagi, leave me be."
The girl squeals and her voice pierced my ears. This isn't any better, I don't thing. Maybe leaving home wasn't exactly a good idea in terms of self help. "Y-You called me by my real name," she cries in horror. I feel her poke my back. Hard. I flinch. "Who are you and what have you done with my Mamoru-baka?"
Here we go. In just a minute she'll be freaking out about the fact I didn't use honorifi-wait. Her Mamoru-baka? A small gring plays with the corner of my lips. Using what little strength I had left I lift my head from the counter. "Oh gee. Odango. I didn't know you felt that way about little old me!"
I see it in her eyes as she realizes her mistake. Almost immediately her cheeks flush bright red and she turns to make her escape. "G-gomen nasai! I've-I've got to be going...somewhere."
Usagi only makes it a couple paces before my hand reaches out to catch her wrist and pull her closer to me. "Tsk, tsk. Not so fast, Odango Atama. I think you have some explaining to do."
"W-weren't you not feeling well not too long ago?" She sputters, avoiding my gaze despite being mere centimeters from me.
She's right. But as I rise to my feet all the aches from last night's battle as Tuxedo Mask seem to fade. I place myself not even a centimeter from the blonde, feeling her body tense slightly against mine. She relaxes a moment later when she realizes I'm not going to hurt her. My fingers reach her cheeks causing them to inflame to a bright red. "Well, Odango. You just seem to be my cure."
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A/N: Weee! That's adorable. At least to me. Thank you, trish1573 for pointing out my poor phrasing for that last bit. I hope I fixed it even just a little!
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