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A healthy Ryoumen is a cold, sharp tongued man who had no time for fools or anyone that weren't Yuuji or Uraume. A sick Ryoumen is ten times worse and even Yuuji and Uraume weren't spared from his sharp tongue.
Yuuji, who was sitted on a kitchen stool brought in by Uraume, cooed lovingly at his husband as he dabbed Ryoumen's face free of sweat with the cool towel. Ryoumen had a mighty scowl on his face as he glared at the ceiling - his beautiful winter blue eyes foggy with sickness and filled with irritation.
"I hate this." Ryoumen said with a rough, raspy voice, coughing at the strain of his sore throat.
"Then you should have stopped working yourself bone tired like you usually do when you saw the early signs that you were getting sick, but no~ You decided to be stubborn." Yuuji sighed out, once again cleaning Ryoumen's face of sweat. He could see that the bed sheets as well as the duvet were soaked with Ryoumen's sweat. The burly man was shivering horribly even though he was burning like a hot coal and was sweating buckets.
"Yuuji-sama." Uraume, who just walked into the room, called out. They dropped the new bowl of water with ice cubs in it besides Yuuji's leg, picking up the now room temperature water in the previous.
"Please bring some tea again, Uraume. This time instead of a mixture of chamomile and ginger, mix it with honey and lemon."
"As you wish, Yuuji-sama." Uraume said with the bow of their head before walking out of the master bed room.
"Argh... more herbal... concoctions..." Ryoumen groaned, almost sounding as if he was whining.
"Suck it up, Ryou-san." Yuuji chuckled, placing the cool towel on Ryoumen's forehead. His hands tangled due to cold water and he rubbed them together to get them warm. "I can hear Suku-nii cackling at your plight in Indonesia from here." He chuckled again, getting a grunt from his husband.
"Brat."
Yuuji laughed at that, looking at his husband with amused yet worried amber eyes. Moments later Uraume walked in with a small tray in hand bearing an antique single traditional Japanese tea cup and tea pot. Yuuji took the cup from the tray and Uraume poured some tea into it. The tea was warm in Yuuji's hand but he ignored it in favour helping his husband's head up, sitting on the bed to do so. He encouraged his husband in a soothing voice as Ryoumen drowned the whole tea, gagging a little at the taste when he was done.
"That was horrible." Ryoumen grunted out, getting a small chuckle from Yuuji who dropped the cup back onto the tray in Uraume's hands.
"Yet I can tell it has soothed you a little. You're honestly a big baby, Ryou."
"Says the one who cried in my chest, clinging to me like a child during Titanic."
Yuuji pouted at that retort as he soaked the towel once again in the cold water, squeezed it and used it to clean Ryoumen's face. "That movie was sad, okay! Not my fault you're emotionally constipated." Yuuji mumbled out the last part.
"What?" Ryoumen narrowed his sharp eyes at Yuuji, who blinked innocently.
"I said that's why I love you, Ryou-kun." Yuuji said cheerfully and he reached forward and placed a chaste kiss on Ryoumen's lips that were pursed in a thin line.
"Hm." Ryoumen hummed, giving his bright and bubbly husband a glare that had no heat in it.
Uraume had a small smile on their lips as they watched their masters banter like the husband's they are. They bit the inside on their lip to stop themselves from laughing as Yuuji stopped Ryoumen from getting up from the bed once again. The burly man wanted to get his laptop and look at some company files but Yuuji won't hear any of it.
"Let Suku-nii deal with that, you big idiot." Yuuji fretted, covering his husband with the duvet once again. "If he's too busy I'll look at them myself. Please, just..." Yuuji heaved a sigh, giving his husband a pained look. "Just stay and let me take care of you."
Ryoumen met his eyes and his face softened at the look in them. He removed his hand from his comfortable prison and cupped Yuuji's cheek. His small husband heaved another sigh before leaning into the touch, closing those gorgeous amber eyes which had Ryoumen falling head over heels for their owner the first time they met.
"...I apologise for making you worry again, Brat." Ryoumen said, his thumb gently carressing the scar on the side of Yuuji's lips. "It seems I still have a lot of work to do concerning my... workaholic tendencies."
"I know you're trying, Ryou, but please, try harder. I'm begging. Next time I don't know if you'll overdo it and end up in the hospital and that frightens me. Please..." Yuuji gave his husband a pleading look and Ryoumen's chest constricted a little.
"I promise to try harder. For you."
Yuuji beamed in happiness, smiling gratefully at Ryoumen. He leaned down and placed another chaste kiss on his lips, moving back quickly before Ryoumen could reciprocate - getting a frown (definitely not a pout) for his actions.
Uraume sent their masters one last fond look before leaving the two to bask in each other's comfort.