~I Spy~

I drank down half a cup of 7-UP in one gulp, grimacing when feeling the substance caresses my raw throat. I had woken up sick with a headache and a sore throat, both of which were such terrible aliments that I was confined to a bed with a huge bottle of 7-UP, a box of some steadily-melting popsicles, pain killers and a laptop.

Naturally, someone had to get me things, offer me advice on what I should/should not do while ill, freakin' pamper me like a French Poodle. And who was my temporary servant?

Nagito Komaeda, AKA the guy who got me sick in the first place.

'"Come on, _-chan~! Let's play in the rain~!" He declared optimistically, dragging me outside into the pouring rain. I normally would have refrained from doing such, but because this is Komaeda, a close friend of mine, I decided to give into his requests.

Aaand got sick thanks to him.

'_-chan? You're sick? I'll be right over!' He responded when I texted him the news, coming over to my home in less than two minutes with the soda and popsicles held in his arms.

"What the hell? Why are you so determined to be here, suddenly?" I interrogated/whispered after he set the stuff on my bed.

He sent me his usual smile. "It's my fault I got you sick in the first place, _-chan. So I've got to make up for it!" He exclaimed, pouring a bit of the carbonated drink he brought into a paper cup and handing it to me. "Besides, I was hoping to spend some time with you today, anyway. Guess my cycle of good and bad luck still works."'

I mentally sighed when remembering his sudden arrival and urge to take care of me, wondering when I began to kind of like him a little bit more than a friend.

No, I thought angrily, patting my cheeks to remind myself. Bad _. He's pretty oblivious of such things, so don't even try.



"Did I do something wrong…?"

"Eh? What makes you say that?"

"You're kind of…hitting yourself…"

"Just thinking some stuff…"

"What kind of stuff?"

"Sick person stuff that sick people think of."

"I didn't realize you were dirty-minded, _-chan."

"W-what the-? You're dirty-minded for thinking I was thinking those things, Komaeda-kun!"

"Yet you're dirty-minded for phrasing it in a way that I'd think you were thinking dirty-mindedly."

"Let's just-watch anime or something…"

"Like what?"

"I found this anime," I began, pulling out my laptop from beneath my pillow. "Called 'Danganronpa, or 'Trigger-Happy Havoc'."

"That sounds like a first-person shooter game," Komaeda commented, sitting down beside my form. "What's it about?"

"15 teens are stuck in an academy with no means of escaping, aside from one student killing off another and getting away scot-free. There's some more stuff to it, but that's pretty much the plot-line." I shrugged, pulling up an episode.

"Like Battle Royale or the Hunger Games?" The blonde thought out loud with his finger on his chin while I shrugged again.

Although I was on the fifth episode, Komaeda caught up with the characters and storyline quickly. The two of us spent several hours watching the anime, making (hilarious) auto commentary and playing childish games like 'I Spy' while the episodes loaded.

The last thing I remember was playing more 'I Spy' with him before I fell asleep, even with my headache and sore throat.


"I spy with my little eye, something that is…green." _ declared.

"My jacket?" I wondered, motioning to the fabric while she mentally cursed (or at least it looked like it from her expression).

"…Yes." She admitted before I fist-pumped the air.

"Good luck and hope wins again!" I exclaimed, checking over to see how far the video had loaded (it had taken awhile, but we were already on episode 11. I could see how people could easily get addicted to such T.V shows…).

"Hey, _-chan, the episode's loade-" I started, stopping myself when seeing how she fell asleep.

A small smile made its way onto my expression when seeing how cute she looked when she slept. Even when she was sick, she looked lovely. Her (h/l), (h/c) hair caressing her pillows, her (s/c) skin tinted with pink.

"I spy with my little eye, something that is cute." I whispered, leaning forward and kissing her lightly on the head.

No, I thought when I closed her laptop and properly placed her blankets back onto her form. Bad Komaeda. She's pretty oblivious of such things.

(Author's Note: God I hate typos, I had to fix this thing a few times due to some complications…

And another chapter is done~! I'll probably write another Komaeda oneshot with the reader, since he's so epic and whatnot. Sorry if he's OOC, considering his personality in this oneshot is based off Wikipedia and YouTube Faulerro's portrayal (which I probably shouldn't be basing him off, now that I think of it…). Anyway, again, sorry if the reader's personality doesn't match yours. Guess who's home sick with a cup of 7-UP, popsicles, pain killers and a laptop?

Comment if you'd like a chapter with a certain character~!)