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“Yuuma, I’m going to get you some soup, okay?” Maehara called from the kitchen. Isogai simply replied with a coughing fit.
He had to, of course, get a cold. He was bedridden (or in this case, couch-ridden), and barely wanted to move. Maehara had not left his side since he had realized how sick he was. Hiroto hadn’t even bothered to go to class, opting instead to pamper him like he was dying. Isogai sneezed into a tissue.
“I can’t wait until this is over,” Yuuma muttered to himself. Not only was he missing school, but he had called out of work. Maehara walked in carefully, trying not to spill the bowl of soup in one hand and the hot tea in the other. He set it on the coffee table. Yuuma slowly sat up, still wrapped in his blanket.
“There you go,” Maehara said triumphantly.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“That’s the fourth time you said that. When will you learn that I’m not leaving?” Maehara muttered, “I know that if I was in your place, you wouldn’t even think of leaving me.” Isogai smiled, well, he wasn’t wrong. He sipped at the microwaved miso soup, enjoying its warmth.
“Do you remember when we first met?” Isogai asked. Maehara blinked.
“Yeah, I mean, it was the entrance ceremony, right?”
“Yes, we ran right into each other.” Maehara laughed at the memory. “You told me to watch where I was walking.”
“You bowed and apologized...”
“And you walked right off talking to Okajima.” He chuckled.
“I guess I was a little rude back then.”
“Back then?” Yuuma teased.
“Hey, don’t forget who’s taking care of you right now.”
“How could I ever forget?” Isogai took a sip of his tea. Green tea with honey, his favorite. Maehara settled next to him on the couch,
“Are you enjoying your lunch, at the very least?”
“Of course I am,” Isogai assured, “Though I just wish I could breath through my nose again.”
“Isn’t that how it always goes with colds though?” Maehara laughed. “You wanna put in a movie or something? Maybe it’ll make the day go by faster?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Isogai agreed, “You know Koro-sensei is probably going to stop by soon to see where we were today?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll understand though,” Maehara said as he stood up, “He’s probably already working on make-up worksheet for us.” He picked the first action movie he came across and pushed it into the DVD player. Isogai smiled at his back. Maehara sat down on the couch, the remote in his hand.
“I love you, Hiroto,” he said.
Maehara froze. A blush suddenly dusted his cheeks. Yuuma held back a grin, he could never get enough of his boyfriend blushing.
“I love you too, idiot.”