No Sleep (PG-13)

A coughing fit wracked her body once more as Misa leaned against one of the many school window sills. For the better part of the hour, she had been hiding in one of the forgotten mezzanine rooms behind the faculty offices.

For the better part of the hour, she had been feeling like she had been hit by a truck.

Realization hit her like said truck as her mind whispered “you wore yourself sick again.”

Her mind sounded an awful lot like Osui Takumi.

She obviously needed to bleach her brain so it would reset and sound like her again.

“You wore yourself sick again,” the voice in her head repeated as a coughing fit once more made her see two sets of windows and two Osui Takumis.

Two, she could hardly deal with one.

Wait, she let her vision clear when a big, cool hand placed itself on her forehead.

“The teacher said you looked a mess. As your dutiful boyfriend, I naturally had to check on you.” He wasn’t smirking like usual. “Should I take you home?”

“No. I’ll be fine once I can breathe again.”

His hand on her forehead, the other on her neck, felt utterly wonderful.

“You’re burning up. Deja vu if you pass out on me again.”

There it was. The asshole Osui she was used to.

He pressed her back into the cool glass.

“Asshole.”

“Because I love you and want to protect you,” he brushed her hair out of her face and pulled her body against his own. “I’m taking you home.”

“Mom would kill me.”

“Who said your home?”

That woke her up. “But work!”

“I need my maid where I can see her.” He ignored her struggles and lifted her into his arms adruptly.

She clung to him, stunned into silence.

“Your manager called me. She asked me to watch you today.”

“Conniving bitch.”

He ignored her curse as they both knew that Misa loved the woman to pieces. “So go to sleep. I’ll molest you when we get home.”

Fuck that, she wasn’t sleeping at all.