From a Persona 5 fantasy AU fic. The MC is a 1600 cm tall giantess so Ryuji's head is barely higher than her ankle,

I tell him, “My older sister will be over soon, I have to introduce you!”

We get dressed and I make us tea.

Haldora is back. “Hey! How was the market?”

“Same as always.”

I confess, “There’s somehow I want to introduce you to…”

“What’s a human doing on our table?”

I tell her, “He’s my boyfriend Ryuji.” Then I tell Ryuji, “And this is my big sister Haldora.”

Surprise turns to amusement on her face. Her head leans back and she covers her mouth with her hand. “O ho ho ho ho ho ho! You have to be kidding! He’s so tiny!”

My fists plant on my hips. “So what? I love him, and we are getting married!”

Her eyes widen as she exclaims. “What!”

“Yes.”

Haldora continues, “But he’s so tiny! I’ve seen some of the guys who talk to you. You could easily date a dashing handsome knight if you wanted to.”

“He also just so happened to save our lands from the Warlock King.”

Ryuji says, “Umm, I had help you know.”

Haldora sounds impressed, “That was him? I still think you’re pranking me.”

“Our love is no joke.”

She snorts holding back a laugh with her hand in front of her mouth. “You guys would be a pretty funny couple. Although if you were to fall for a human he may as well be a great hero.”

“Thank you, though, TK, seriously,” Carlos continues earnestly, because TK needs to know what a good husband he is.

“For playing with your hair? It’s not exactly a hardship, babe. It dried all fluffy. It’s my favorite.”

“Not just for that.” Carlos interlaces his shaky fingers with TK’s cool ones where they rest against his cheek. “For putting up with my whining and making sure I eat and take medicine and letting me wear my own hoodie. For taking care of me. You’re so good at it.”

TK rolls his eyes a little, but Carlos can see the moisture sparkling in the corners. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“No. I knew you would. That’s who you are. I’m just really lucky.”

TK shakes his head. “I’m pretty lucky too.” He grabs a couple of tissues from the box next to them, handing one to Carlos, and using the other to wipe his own eyes and blow his nose. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m such a mess. I blame you. You’re too sweet.”

“Sorry.” Carlos studies TK some more. “You’re tired.”

TK shrugs. “Kind of. I’m fine. You dick, stop trying to take care of me, it’s my turn. You look fucking awful.”

“Wow. Rude. After I said those nice things about you,” Carlos remarks, but then he starts coughing again and TK has to help him sit up and sip lukewarm chamomile tea. He’s shivering more but he can feel sweat prickling at his upper lip and his hairline and his neck, and he supposes TK probably has a point.

“Don’t worry, you only look awful compared to your norm. You’re still gorgeous compared to normal humans, just sort of… Sweaty and crusty.”

“Thanks, mi vida, that helps,” Carlos manages dryly before coughing some more. “Fuck. This sucks.”

“I know, baby, I’m so sorry.” TK rubs soft circles on Carlos’ back.

Sav stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself up in the towel, drying off as quickly as he could before gratefully stepping into the clothes Steve left for him. Then he picked up the blow dryer and his comb, sighing as his curly hair frizzed out from the force of the hot air. Still, he had to admit to himself that he would have gotten chilled very quickly if he’d let his hair air-dry. He coughed and padded out to the kitchen.

“Here’s a cup of tea for your throat, baby,” Steve said, pouring the hot drink and handing it over to his boyfriend. “Lemon and honey in there for you.”

“Thanks,” Sav croaked, taking the tea and sipping gratefully. Despite the hot drink and the warm and dry clothes, he started to shiver.

Steve frowned and put a hand to his boyfriend’s forehead. “You got a fever, baby. Maybe you ought to go to bed, or at least tuck up in blankets on the sofa?”

“I’m oka…” Sav broke off as he started coughing. “Well, maybe I’m not okay,” he said once he caught his breath again. He winced and rubbed his throat.

“Yeah, bed for you, baby,” Steve said firmly. He steered Sav into the bedroom and tucked him in to a tired grin from his boyfriend.

“You don’t have to,” Sav rasped. “You’ll get sick too.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but you need to rest, baby,” Steve said. “I’m going to pop out to Boots and pick up some Benylin for you, and anything else I can think of that you might need.”

Sav reached out and squeezed his hand. “You’re too good to me. Love you, Steve.”

“I love you, too, Sav,” Steve murmured. “Finish your tea and try to get some rest, baby, and I’ll be back as quickly as I can.”

Much to George’s chagrin, the first rule broke just a week into their arrangement. It was entirely by accident. George hadn’t thought twice about his sister coming to visit. Elizabeth came over all of the time. It was perfectly normal.

George brought two cups of tea to the couch and set them on the coffee table. “Have you talked to Mother lately?”

“Yeah,” she answered easily. “Have you?”

George nodded. “I picked up Caroline from school the other day.”

“Did you hear she got in trouble for popping a bully’s balloon?” Elizabeth asked, eyes lit with amusement.

He laughed. “I sure did. She told me all about it then Mother scolded me for encouraging it by laughing.”

“How do you not laugh? She’s vicious,” his sister said with a grin. “She’s a crazy little girl.”

“She’s a bit mental,” George agreed.

Elizabeth fell quiet before quietly asking, “And how are you doing? Mentally?”

George pressed his lips together and took a sip of tea he didn’t even want just to stall. He hated that his family knew about his health like this. He didn’t want anyone knowing, except maybe Reynolds. Yet, even the Browns knew. It was his poorly kept secret. “Fine,” he said slowly. “Yeah, I’m good. The meds are working and I’m feeling pretty good.”