Swimnime! by dotvob
Being sick really did suck.
She wasn’t even entirely sure how she got sick in the first place, but the thought of having caught it from someone at school made her wish she had carried around a bottle of hand sanitizer or something to keep from getting herself infected. At least it was nothing but a cold, though it did make her feel pretty useless just laying around in bed all day.
Just staring at the wall. Miserable.
Sneezing and coughing and sniffling. Sometimes even somehow all at once.
Used tissues littered her bed, making it look like she spent her day making fake snowballs or something. It was unsanitary and gross, but she couldn’t really bring herself to care.
All Kou wanted was to sleep.
She was lucky enough to have Nagisa over despite her protests ("You’ll just get sick, too!"), but he was more worried about her well-being than she was. Really, it was just a cold. She would survive. It didn’t mean she didn’t mind him pampering her, but she didn’t want him to go overboard with his sudden need to be her caretaker.
She sent him out of the room to get her a glass of water —
a long time ago.
What was taking him so damn long?!
He better not be touching anything…***
Groaning quietly as she tugged her blanket over her head, she twitched at the use of the name she wished he would stop calling her. Maybe if she didn’t answer, he’d think she was asleep. Bless his heart for trying to help, really, but all she wanted was some peace and quiet to get a little bit of rest. Her boyfriend was really sweet, and it was nice of him to be so concerned with taking care of her, but he was a bit too overwhelming when she wasn’t exactly in the best shape to keep up with his antics.
'Gou-chan!? Gou-chan!! Oh thank god.. Don’t get mad—’
That was really all she needed to hear before lifting her head out from under the covers, eyes narrowed in a suspicious glare. “Nagisa, what did you do?”
'I was making porridge because— sick girlfriend and— the directions!'
Didn’t she give him specific instructions before he came over?! Kou remembered telling him specifically NOT to touch anything or even attempt to cook, and what did he go and do? All of the above.
“Nagisa, I told you not to touch anything!” Letting out a deep, frustrated sigh, she pushed a bunch of tissues out of her way and climbed out of bed, sniffling a bit. “I’m almost afraid to see the damage…” Sucking it up, she gave him one last dirty look before walking right past him, out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen where she had to take a step back once she saw just what he meant by broken.
"At least turn it off before you set the place on fire!”
Rushing over, despite feeling a little lightheaded from being up after laying down all day, she quickly pulled the plug to the rice cooker, not wanting to actually touch the button to turn it off.
She should have known better than to expect him to follow simple directions.
'Nagisa, what did you do?’
"Wha- but I didn’t because— directions! Totally WRONG! Said one cup rice for every two cups water but porridge needed more so used whole bag and— rice cooker, gonna explode!”
'Nagisa, I told you not to touch anything!’
"But I DIDN’T touch any— wait a sec.. define 'anything'.”
But there wasn’t time to hear an answer. She was out of bed, storming suddenly past him, down the hall and straight toward the accident that was in NO WAY his fault.
Damn, sexy sick girlfriend was fucking fast!
He followed after her, stepping into the kitchen as mauve eyes darted nervously to an ominous scene.. and she spoke again..
'At least turn it off before you set the place on fire!’
Porridge time bomb— starting fire?
Oh god. It could DO that!? Quick! They needed to— to get the fuck outta there! Fast! DANGER! Explosion imminent! Evacuate premises!!
"Gou-chan, where are— where are you gouing!? No wait! Stay back!”
Baby shark, casually walking into DANGER ZONE.
What the hell was she thinking!?
"Hold on! Do you even know how to disarm a BOMB!? Gou-chan, please! Get back here before— H- hey! Stop walking away from me! You. Are. NOT allowed to ignore me!”
Uh oh.. sexy sick girlfriend probably gonna DIE!
"Fine then! We’ll do it YOUR way! But don’t say I didn’t warn you ‘cause I totally did! So if you DIE, then— NOT my fault!"
Die..? Oh no, what if— what if she DID?
He would be alone.
He would miss her— like, a lot! And.. and oh fuck.
He would be a virgin FOREVER!
But that wasn’t even the worst part..
Because he STILL hadn’t told her THAT!
The phrase that started with I and ended with YOU. Those meaningful little words that every girl wanted to hear!
But SHE wouldn’t. Not unless— not unless he told her before it was too late!
"Gou-chan, STOP! I have to tell you before— I mean, I really want you to know that I—
I SWIM for YOU!”
Wait a sec..
That wasn’t right, was it?
But before he had a chance to sort through the confusion she was reaching for the pot, fragile hand dangerously close to a ticking time bomb— getting closer, almost fucking there and..
NOOO! He had to stop her! He had to do something! Because he couldn’t just stand by and watch while she.. as she— !?
Why the hell didn’t HE think of that!?
Baby shark. SO SMART.
THIS. This was why girls existed!
"Gou-chan, y- you SAVED me.."
Best. Girlfriend. Ever.
And speaking of girlfriends, wasn’t his SICK?
"Gou-chan, what were you thinking!? You’re sick, remember? You shouldn’t even be out of bed! And— and you definitely shouldn’t be unplugging stuff!” Lifting her wrist he took the cord, tossing it carelessly aside as he pressed a pale hand to her forehead.
She was burning up.
A cool palm caressed heated skin before cupping a flushed cheek.
A high fever, poor sick little shark.. Fortunately he knew exactly what to do in order to fix it.
Now what was it that he had read about curing fevers?
Oh yeah, now he remembered! The best way to get rid of a fever was to sweat it out!
At least, that’s what he had read in one of his sister’s manga’s..
Because the main character was sick and when her boyfriend found out, he suggested that they make-out and.. and it totally WORKED!
Perverted penguin. SO SMART.
"Heh.. Come on, Gou-chan. We gotta get you back into bed.”
Flashing a haughty grin at his unsuspecting girlfriend, the blond towed a sick shark back towards her room..
No but I can just imagine a person bursting through the door screaming “I NEED YOUR HELP. IT’S A NINE” and everyone in the shop stops and all collectively goes “Oh shit” and the florists start working frantically while the man/woman just stands there looking scared as fuck while the other customers are trying to figure out what they did.
that must be bad if it’s a 9 on an alphabetical scale.
IM FUCKGIN CRYING
Well said, son
it all makes sense now!
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HAHAHAHA…..I had this image in my head for a while. Might as well just draw it.
Earlier I said I didn’t ship anyone in this series….but after doing the pair speedpaints, I feel like any ship works with me haha.
He had seen his mother make it a hundred times— well, not exactly a hundred but.. a lot. Like.. three, and even though he wasn’t really paying attention those three times he knew it wasn’t difficult to cook.
And he also knew that his mother only made rice porridge when he was sick and that somehow, it used to make him feel just a little bit better..
Which was a good thing when there was a miserable baby shark in the next room. And if Gou Matsuoka was sick, Nagisa Hazuki was determined to make her feel at least a little better.
But didn’t she specifically say not to touch anything?
And didn’t she make it extremely clear that he was under no circumstances allowed to cook?
Well yeah, but.. this was different, right?
Because he just wanted to make her feel better and there was absolutely no way this situation could possibly get out of hand.. right?
At least.. that’s what the blond told himself as he poured a single cup of rice into the large cooker.
And he had to give himself credit for following the directions because he usually never—
Wait a sec.. why did it seem like it wasn’t enough? Like maybe.. he needed more rice because—
One cup— SO SMALL.
Rice cooker— SO BIG.
Better check the directions again.
'One cup of rice for every two cups of water.'
OH. Now it made sense!
He was gonna need the whole fucking bag!
With a determined nod Nagisa poured the remainder of the rice into the cooker. And it was a lot. Much more than before, but.. that was a good thing, right?
There! Now he just needed to add water and.. wait— how many cups of rice was that? Ten? Fifteen? Dammit, he forgot to count!
So if one cup of rice was equal to two cups of water then… then that meant he needed…
A lot of fucking water!
And assuming it was between 10-15 cups of rice then he was gonna need like.. uh… 30 cups of water?
But wait! Didn’t rice porridge require even more water than usual?
Pretty fucking sure!
Well.. probably best to play it safe then—
and double it.
Seriously, this was way too easy! Why did girls always complain about cooking? He was a guy and even he could do it!
Gou was going to be so impressed!
~ 20 Minutes Later ~
Quick! Someone help!
Oh god, he— he needed somebody who could cook! Somebody who could follow directions! Somebody who knew exactly what they were doing and—
He needed a GIRL!
But wait! The only girl around was his girlfriend and if she saw what HE was seeing then she—
she would definitely kick his ass!
But maybe— maybe he didn’t need a girl because he was a GUY and guys could handle anything!
Of course! Guys were tough. Guys were brave. Guys were definitely NOT afraid of a—
BOILING. OVERFLOWING. BURNING. STEAMING. HISSING. TICKING PORRIDGE TIME BOMB!!
Screw this he needed a GIRL!
Turning on his heel Nagisa ran— out of the kitchen, down the hall and straight toward Kou Matsuoka’s peaceful bedroom.
He didn’t think, he didn’t hesitate, he didn’t even knock. Bursting through the door at top speed, panicked rose fell reluctantly upon a sick shark..
"Gou-chan!? Gou-chan!! Oh thank god.. Don’t get mad but I was making porridge because— sick girlfriend and— the directions! They didn’t make sense so— NOT my fault! Hurry! Need your help! The rice cooker, it’s— it’s totally BROKEN!”
Partly inspired by this cute fic Height Difference. I think its kinda cute there’s not too much of a difference that Nagisa can just walk up and kiss her forehead XD And I like drawing blushing!Gou hehe.
I thought I could draw this faster..like 30 minutes…but nope. Can’t seem to draw profile tonight and kept fixing it.