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Madoka gingerly sat down on the edge of the bathtub, poking an inquisitve finger to the puncture wounds the quills of the Witch had left scattered all across her skin. She had raised her arms to protect her face, and the price for that had been a lot of tiny, painful marks. They were healing, at least, she thought they’d be gone by this time tomorrow.
In the meantime, boy, they hurt.
“…I hope you’re right, and the Witch wasn’t poisonous, eheh…”
“We can hope…”
The raven-haired girl stood next to her, leaning over to run a warm stream of water out of the faucet. As she did, she looked over only to see Madoka’s wounds at a close distance. The very sight made her want to cringe, even though they were surely healing.
Madoka still seemed so…hurt.
Gingerly, Homura stepped back…and realized exactly what helping to clean Madoka up would entail.
Her face turned bright red at the very realization, and she quickly turned to find a washcloth so that Madoka wouldn’t see.
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Madoka opened her mouth to insist she was fine, because really, Homura shouldn’t worry about her. There were more important things, like her own health. Homura needed rest!
However, after looking at the eyes of her companion, she just smiled a little and leaned against her.
“…Okay. Sorry about this, Homura-chan.”
“You have no need to apologize…” A small smile came across the other girl’s face, and she began to lead Madoka off to the bathroom. “In fact, I’m glad to be helping you—!”
She continued leading the other girl the short distance to her bathroom, opening the door and flipping on a lightswitch before entering. Much like her bedroom, the room seemed rather plain and average.
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| New headcanon! Homura-chan likes to day dream a lot! ♪ | |
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“At times, my mind does wander off like that…”
“I-It was kind of the only thing there was to do when I was in the hospital…”
“I’ll be fine, Homura-chan! Magical Girls heal fast, even if not all of us are like Sayaka-chan.” Her friend’s ability to recuperate nearly instantly was something she sort of envied. As if to prove she was okay, she flashed a smile and—
Oops, one of her injuries acted up and she stumbled a bit, but she tried to hide it.
Sadly, even though there was an attempt to cover it up, Homura saw the stumble. If anything solidified the worry that she felt for the pinkette’s wellbeing, it was certainly that. Albeit gingerly, Homura walked closer to her and tried to offer a bit of physical support.
“…Please allow me to assist you, Kaname-san.”
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Madoka blinked in surprise.
“Um, I agree. Eheh.” She gave a nervous smile to match the little laugh at the end of her sentence, rubbing her sore arms. “I’ll get started on that, you can get some rest, Homura-chan!”
Worry and panic still resided along her expression, and instead of sitting back down on the bed, she remained standing.
“But… What if something happened to you? W-What if you were to fall and hurt yourself even further?” Her voice was fairly lined with anxiety, and it showed well. “I can’t just rest while you’re in a state like this…”
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Madoka was about to say she was fine before a frown crossed her face.
“U-Um, I don’t want to get blood on your sheets, Homura-chan…” She gingerly prodded the cuts on her arms and the little scratches on her face and hands from her battle with the Witch. Not to mention the scrapes on her legs…
A flash of panic came across Homura’s features, as she mentally berated herself for forgetting to treat Madoka’s wounds. She stood abruptly, being thrown off balance by the sudden vertigo, but focused on Madoka with the same stern expression as before.
“Kaname-san, we’ll have to get you washed up right away—!”
Nope. There was no stopping her this time around.
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Madoka was used to an army of stuffed animals being in a bedroom, it surprised her how bare Homura’s room really was. She made a mental note to fix this. She squeezed the other’s hand reassuringly, her smile remaining sincere.
“Are you feeling okay, Homura-chan?”
Homura looked down at her hand as it was squeezed, then quickly returned her gaze to Madoka’s face. A smile appeared on her lips, and she gave a slow nod. Her mental stamina was slowly beginning to return, though a hearty blush continued to persist at her cheeks.
“I’m… I’m feeling wonderful, actually…”
The smile remained on her lips as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for Madoka to lie down. “Do you need any help…?” She still felt very conscious, and concerned, over Madoka’s injuries.
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Madoka blushed herself, but she nodded.
“This way, we both don’t have to argue anymore, ehehe.” She gently guided Homura to the back of the apartment, her outfit returning to normal. “I-If you’re okay with it, Homura-chan, sorry that I have to intrude like this…I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”
Homura blinked as she was guided, looking as mindless and daft as ever. Lightly and without a second thought, she took Madoka’s hand in hers and allowed herself to be lead off back to her bedroom, giving an occasional nod to the words the pinkette spoke.
“I-I suppose…you’re correct…”
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Madoka Magica according to my Uncle and Little Sister
Sister: Is she…a human strawberry…?
Uncle: Are you sure she has low self esteem?
Sister: big fat meanie
Uncle: Lesbians.
Sister: OH MY GOD SHE IS SO PRETTY
Uncle: She looks like the type to think without using her head.
Sister: Is that Marth…WITH BOOBS?!
Uncle: Nice cape.
Sister: Human strawberry has a rival! It’s the human apple!
Uncle: WHERE DOES SHE GET ALL THAT FOOD, GIMME SOME.
Sister: THAT THING
Uncle: NO.
Madoka giggled again.
She knew Homura was just saying that because she cared for her a lot, but at the same time, she was determined not to take the other’s bed from her, injuries or not.
“W-We could just share it,” she suggested.
The girl in the glasses froze.
Whooosh~ There it goes, Homura’s ability to function.
“…S-Share it?” Before she could stop herself, her face turned a deep shade of red and she practically lost the overall ability to form a coherent sentence. With a blank mind, she slowly nodded to Madoka, showing a mindless approval of the idea.
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