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Being sleep deprived wasn’t something new to Haru.
He was used to working long hours, used to the long nights, he was used to all that came with the job. What wasn’t normal were the aches, the congestion, and the most annoying part of it all was the itch at the back of his throat he couldn’t seem to make go away.
He sighed as he pulled himself out of bed and began to get ready for work. He was rather sluggish for someone who finally got a full eight hours of rest, but he chalks it off as his body not being used to that much sleep. It was just an off day, nothing a glass of water and some medicine can’t fix. Once he was finally done with his morning ritual, he grabbed his keys and headed off to work.
Once he was at the building Haru pulled himself out of his car and dragged himself into the office. Quietly greeting his coworkers and wincing when his voice cracked. He sighed and took a seat next to Kamei placing his head in his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. He was regretting coming to work already, the noise of all the chit chat around him was beginning to make his head pound and, well, on top of everything else it really didn’t feel too great.
“Everything alright?” Shinnosuke asked, looking up from his computer and tilting his head a bit to the side,
“Mhm...” Haru hummed in response before slowly adjusting himself to be sitting upright,”Just tired. Nothing out of the normal.” He tells Shinnosuke with a small shrug looking towards the door when he heard it opening and groaning a bit to himself.
Obviously Kambe would be coming to work, Haru told himself. Then he scolded himself for hoping his coworker would no longer be joining them for whatever reason, despite disliking his style of dealing with situations he did get the work done. Still it pissed Haru off to see him just throwing away money and putting people in harm’s way instead of doing what they were trained to do…Maybe in England they were trained differently. Haru had no clue, but nonetheless, he hated it.
He was pulled out of his own train of thought when he heard his name followed by, “Will you be able to go check it out?”
“Huh?” He asked before sighing, “Yeah, that’s fine.” He says pushing his chair back and standing up, honestly having no clue what he was told to do but not wanting to ask again – At least he had the assumption that Kambe would be going with him. He walked towards the door and stopped watching as Kambe slowly made his way over, which made Haru’s blood boil. Of course, this man thought that he could take all the time in the world when there was a job to get done.
“Are you coming?” He heard a voice ask, pulling him out of his own train of thought…When did Daisuke get ahead of him? He asked himself once he noticed that Daisuke was way ahead of him and waiting,”If not it would be best if you were to go home seeming as you have a fever.”
“I—What?” Haru asked narrowing his eyes looking at Daisuke before he sped up bumping their shoulders when he walked past him, “Let’s go.” He muttered through clenched teeth.
It wasn’t long until they were on the scene, there wasn’t much going on in—until haru heard a scream and his attention was drawn to the bank where a man was making his way out of there holding a bag of money,
“Hey!” Haru shouted before going after the man.
It would’ve been easy for him to catch the man if his entire body wasn’t aching. Despite the pain he chased the man anyway and was able to stop him and handcuff him.
A simple task felt as though it sucked all the energy right out of him. He groaned as he pulled himself back to standing and yanked the man upright with him, “Thanks for the help.” He told Kambe sarcastically. Once they were able to get the man back to the police force all Haru wanted to do was go back home.
And he could’ve, but he decided against it. He didn’t really have a fever, no way Kambe would be able to gauge that just by looking at him. Them again his whole butler system was a bit freaky and could do more than Haru could even imagine so maybe he was right, that’s when he noticed Daisuke was right in front of him
“Come with me,” Haru gave Daisuke a weird look before giving a small shrug and saying,
“Why?”
“We need to talk.” Haru groaned in response, he really did not feel like going with Daisuke, but something inside him told him to not fight it and just go. So, he got up.
“Lead the way,” He said his expression deadpan.
For once Daisuke’s slow stride didn’t annoy him. Haru honestly didn’t want to walk any faster than what they were going at, he brought his arm up and stopped walking to cough into his elbow before muttering,” Fuck…” And scowling when he realized that Daisuke had stopped to look at him.
So, he walked faster. Catching up with Daisuke, but what he didn’t expect was the sudden lightheaded feeling that came over him. He stumbled a bit before he blinked slowly and the next thing, he knew he was falling, black spots filled his vision until he didn’t see anything and the world came to a halt.
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“Where am I…?” He muttered blinking slowly as he came back to,
“On the couch,” Daisuke said bluntly before continuing, “If you had a fever and were feeling unwell why would you continue to work instead of going home?”
“Well some people don’t have an infinite amount of money,” Haru bit back, wincing when he started to cough, covering his face yet again, “Besides…I enjoy what I do and –”
“You cannot help anyone if you’re blacking out on the job,” Daisuke pointed out with a smug look on his face that Haru despised,
“I suppose you’re right,” Haru said with a small huff, sitting up completely and going to stand before realizing that Daisuke was offering a hand to help him up. He took it and sighed knowing that this would be a long night.