I plan to do a series of three short Haruka and Michiru fics set during S, the aftermath of various moments. This is the first one, set just after episode 102
Haruka was spread out on Michiru’s couch, her feet dangling off the armrests. Michiru sat in an armchair across from her, watching her snore.
It was so stupid Haruka refused to sleep in her bed.
“I can’t kick you out of your own bed,” she’d protested to Michiru. “The couch is fine for me.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re injured,” Michiru had snapped.
“Look, if it’s that big a deal, I can drive back to my place.”
“I refuse to let you do that. You’re dead on your feet and there’s no reason to make you go home. If you’re seriously worried about kicking me out of bed…it’s a big bed, so well…perhaps…we could simply…share.”
Haruka had stared at her for a second. Michiru had done her best to keep her face impassive.
“N-no… that’s… I’m not going to impose…the couch is definitely a better plan.”
Michiru had shook her head as Haruka turned away. The woman would flirt with anything that moved, but the thought of a little intimacy turned her into a deer in headlights.
Of course, would Michiru have been able to restrain herself in the same bed with Haruka? Or would she have ended up “compromising the mission”?
Well, if Haruka refused to sleep comfortably, Michiru certainly wasn’t going to either. She couldn’t stand the thought of being all alone in her huge bed while Haruka slept just a few feet away. So she sat here in the living room, her eyes fastened on Haruka’s bandaged arm.
It was the second time in a short period Haruka had been injured like this during combat. Michiru felt like a failure. She had vowed to protect Haruka through everything, but she was letting her get hurt- over and over again.
Of course, it was a different kind of pain that Michiru really needed to protect Haruka from.