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“Set up a scan for patient #2431,” Shirabu said to the nearby nurse and she quickly bowed her head before scurrying away.
Shirabu was tired. So tired. He just wanted to lay down and rest but the hospital could never rest. It was late at night and all Shirabu wanted to do was go home to where his boyfriend was probably waiting. Whenever Shirabu came home from his long shift Semi would be there and sing him a song to calm his nerves. Shirabu would not admit it to anyone, but he liked these moments where he drifted off to sleep listening to Semi’s soft voice. This was not one of those moments. Shirabu was stressed and needed a break but work never stops. Especially for a doctor.
“The patient is ready, Dr. Shirabu,” the nurse came back to Shirabu giving him a slip of paper.
“Ah, thank you,” Shirabu replied tiredly before heading to the testing area.
“Oh wait, Dr. Shirabu, can you go to the break room? You can rest while the test is running,” the nurse stopped him as he was walking away.
Shirabu let out a soft sigh. He needed it after working so hard the past few hours.
“Okay, thanks. Come call me when the test is done.” The nurse nodded, and Shirabu changed direction to head to the break room.
He hadn’t gotten a break throughout his whole shift and he could already feel his eyelids drooping. He might as well get some coffee while he was still in the break room. He can’t make a mistake. Shirabu let out a yawn as he slowly swung open the door.
“You know you are still cute when you’re tired. So much softer compared to when you’re fully awake.”
Shirabu’s senses seemed to wake up at the sound of that voice and looked up to see his boyfriend and musician, Semi Eita.
“Huh? What are you doing here, Eita?” Shirabu asked as he rubbed his eyes lightly.
“You must be tired if you are calling me by my first name,” Semi chuckled. Shirabu’s eyes widened as he realized what he said.
He shook his head before replying, “Whatever, what are you doing here?”
“Well, as your amazing boyfriend, I heard you were working overtime, again may I add, so I come bearing gifts,” Semi smiled as he lifted the bag that he was holding. Shirabu didn’t even notice. He must be tired.
“I guess I can see what you brought since you came here so late at night just to give me gifts.” Shirabu rolled his eyes but still sat down next to Semi on the couch.
Shirabu’s head started to sway a little, and he ended up laying his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
Semi chuckled, “Well, look I got you some shirasu, your favorite, some coffee, just the way you like it, and some cookies. Come on eat before you get off your break.”
Shirabu stood up straight when he heard all of the things that Semi had brought just for him. Semi had even started to lay all the food choices out on the table in front of them.
“Semi, you didn’t have to do that,” Shirabu looked Semi in the eyes trying not to blush.
“But as the amazing boyfriend I am, I had to.” Semi gave a soft kiss to Shirabu’s forehead before bringing a cookie to Shirabu’s lips.
“Are you trying to feed me?” Shirabu raised an eyebrow at Semi’s actions.
“I think the real question is: do you have the energy to feed yourself?” Semi retorted, raising an eyebrow back at him.
Shirabu rolled his eyes but opened his mouth anyway, and Semi gave him a triumphant smile. It was a quiet moment but the best moments. The ones that Shirabu treasures the most. Slowly Shirabu started leaning closer and closer to his boyfriend. Eventually, they just started to cuddle. Shirabu’s eyes started closing and Semi looked at his boyfriend with a soft smile.
Semi gave Shirabu another peck on the forehead and let his boyfriend cuddle him. He knew that these long days at the hospital were hard but he would do everything he could to make these days easier. Semi started to softly hum to his sleeping boyfriend. Even though Shirabu had never (and will never) admit to his boyfriend that he loved when he sang him to sleep, Semi knew. He knew Shirabu. Shirabu was the missing piece to his symphony. He was his everything. And he would tell Shirabu that for the rest of his life.