// (prompt) Momo is sick and home, and fansigns can wait.//

Momo flinched when the cold cloth came into contact with her burning skin.

“ Sorry! ”

The girl sounded very apologetic. Momo thought that she was dreaming. She couldn’t have slept for more than five hours, and as far as she knew, no one other than her stayed in the dorms.

They had a fansign that day, but as she caught a fever, she couldn’t join her teammates and was forced to stay in bed.

She forced herself to open her eyes, and was surprised to be greeted by Sana, the afternoon’s sunlight washing over her face tenderly as she bit down her bottom lip.

“What are you doing here?” Momo groaned, her voice hoarse from the cold and the sleep.

“I live here, Momoring.” Sana giggled.

“What time is it?”

“Um, some time past four?”

“Exactly. You’re not supposed to be here. Are you hurt? Are you sick t-” Momo sat up abruptly, checking Sana all over. Her mumbles came to a halt as the younger Japanese used the cloth that once was on Momo’s forehead to cover .

“You talk too much for a sick person. And no I’m not hurt, nor sick..” She put her hands on each side of Momo’s shoulders, lightly pushing her to lay back down.

She dipped the cloth in cold water, squeezed the last drop  out of it, then carefully folded it and put it on Momo’s forehead.

“Won’t you be in trouble?”