Gajevy Week 2015

A Bowl of Soup

“Good evening Gajeel,” Levy smiled as Gajeel took a seat next to her at their usual table in the guildhall.

“Hey,” he answered, shoving a few bolts in his mouth that Mira had brought him for dinner.

“Where’s Lily?” She asked, looking around.

“Home sick,” he answered.

Although he and Levy had been kind of going out since the Valentine’s Day confession, he never knew how to act around her. She acted like she always did, but on occasion would hold his hand or kiss him goodbye. Why is it so easy for her? He thought, contemplating whether or not he should hold the hand she had resting on the table beside his. Honestly, if he had his way about it, he would always be holding her hand. He loved the feel of it in his—tiny, but so warm.

“He’s sick?” She asked, worry creasing her eyebrows.

“Yeah. He caught a cold or somethin’ from our last job.”

“Why didn’t you stay home with him?” She frowned, looking almost angry.

“Should I have?” Gajeel asked, raising and iron-studded eyebrow at her. “Lily’s a grown Exceed, he can take care of himself.”

“If he’s sick, someone should be there with him,” she sighed, getting to her feet.

“Where you goin’, Shrimp?”

“To take care of Lily,” she informed him. “It doesn’t feel right leaving him all alone if he’s sick.”

Gajeel waited until she reached the doors before going after her. “Wait up,” he said, jogging to catch up to her.

“You’re coming?”

“Course I am,” he huffed. “It’s my house, ain’t it?”

She giggled, grabbing his hand as they walked. “I suppose it is.” He remained quiet as they walked, just enjoying the feel of her hand in his. It really was tiny compared to his.

Once home, she went straight to Lily’s bedroom and knocked quietly on the door. “Lily? It’s Levy. May I come in?”

There was a cough before the Exceed answered. “It’s open.”

She rushed inside, crouching beside his bed as she frowned at him, concern clear on her face. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”

“No, thank you,” he wheezed. He wiped at his runny nose, then coughed some more.

“I’ll make you some soup,” she smiled, petting his ear.

“Thank you,” he nodded, smiling back at her.

Gajeel followed Levy to the kitchen, watching as she went to work on the soup. “What’s soup gonna do?” He asked, helping her get something out of one of the top cupboards.

“You’re supposed to cook soup for someone when they’re sick,” she said, as if it were common knowledge.

“I never get sick, so I wouldn’t know,” he shrugged.

“Never?” She asked, skeptically.

He nodded. “Can’t say I’ve ever been sick before.”

“Well, if you ever do get sick, I’ll make you soup too,” she teased, stirring the bubbling liquid in a pot on his stove.

“Tch,” he crossed his arms, “like that’ll ever happen.”

She giggled, rolling her eyes. When the soup was finished, she ladled it into a bowl and returned to Lily’s room. Gajeel followed, standing in the doorway as Levy put the soup on the stand beside Lily’s bed. She then wrapped him up in his blanket like a damned baby and sat him on her lap as she fed it to him.