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It’s been a weird week for Wonderlands x Showtime.
Every week is a weird week for the theater troupe, of course. They’re not very normal people.
But how can it not be weird, with their leader running out of school and rehearsal before anyone can see why or what he’s doing?
He’s barely answering calls, texts, or emails unless absolutely necessary for the group. His line memorization has been horrible, and the entire group has one question.
What’s wrong?
Rui especially. You see, he and Tsukasa are in a bit of a special situation. The two had confessed to each other about 2 weeks ago, but they decided not to define their relationship.
And before anything could happen between them, Tsukasa was constantly avoiding everyone. Even (from what Emu had learned at school) Saki herself.
Finally, one day at rehearsal, he immediately paled in the beginning of a scene they were working, and he sprinted out.
And finally, Rui couldn’t take it anymore. Blind-sighted by worry, he ran after Tsukasa, leaving Emu and Nene alone and confused.
He noticed Tsukasa practically collapse at a corner, heaving and sweating uncontrollably. Rui approached him cautiously, planting a hand on his shoulder.
“Tsukasa. What’s going on?” Rui says, weakly. His emotions were usually well hidden, but his eyes showed fear and worry, a deep sadness that he hadn’t shown in ages.
“It’s- it’s fine- it happens every year or 2, I should’ve known-“ Tsukasa mutters, coughing up a storm.
“Tsukasa, what’re you talking about-?” Rui’s eyes widen, as he looks at Tsukasa in pure astonishment.
“It’s- I haven’t told anyone, okay? So you can’t- you can’t say anything, either.” Tsukasa shakes, meeting Rui’s gaze.
“Anything, ‘Kasa.” Rui mutters the nickname affectionately, sitting down beside him, his hand moving down Tsukasa’s arm to hold his hand.
“I have Saki’s condition.” Rui panics, standing up quickly, fumbling for his phone, but Tsukasa stops him.
“It’s not that severe-! The doctors… I’ve been lucky enough to never have an episode when I have an appointment. People usually just think I have some sort of sickness, it blows over.” Tsukasa shudders, trying to stand up.
Rui wordlessly offers a hand, pulling Tsukasa up as gently as he can. He moves Tsukasa’s arm around his neck, helping to support him.
“We’re going to my house, and you’re getting some rest, okay? Can you walk, or do I need to carry you~?” Rui adds a bit of a playful tone to his sentence in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“I- I’ll be fine, Rui-“ Tsukasa stumbles forwards, and Rui helps him walk all the way to Rui’s house.
Rui pulls out his phone as they walk. “I’m sending a quick text to Nene, okay? I won’t tell her anything, I’m just asking her to drop our stuff off at my house.”
Tsukasa nods, and they make it to Rui’s house eventually. Rui quickly escorts Tsukasa to his bedroom, telling him to lay on the bed.
“Rui, it’s your bed, I couldn’t-“ Tsukasa stammers, sitting down on it awkwardly, blushing at Rui.
“I sleep in the garage, Tsukasa. Besides, you need rest more than I’ll ever need it right now, and I care about you. I’ll go grab you some of my clothes, okay?” Rui smiles affectionately, watching as Tsukasa swings his legs while he sits on the side of the bed.
“Clothes, too-? Rui, come on, you don’t have to do all this-“ Tsukasa tenses a little, feeling guilty.
“Tsukasa, haven’t I already told you I love you? I want you to be okay, and if that means giving you everything I have, I will.” Rui smiles, disappearing into his closet.
Tsukasa blushes, happiness and guilt washing over him. Maybe it’s the fever, but it feels really warm in the room all of a sudden.
Rui hands him a nice pair of pajamas that are surprisingly warmly colored for Rui’s closet. Tsukasa goes to change, and comes back, feeling even more comfortable than before.
“You look wonderful, Tsukasa.” Rui smiles, patting the bed next to him. “Do you want to get some rest now, my star-? Or maybe we could watch TV together?” Rui mutters to himself.
“Or wait- since you’re sick, do you need food? Maybe an ice pack- something?” Rui panics a little.
And Tsukasa can’t help but adore the doting. He was never really doted on like Saki was when he was sick.
Rui’s love and care, and his mild panic, make Tsukasa’s brain immediately vault to one word. Cute.
He lets out a laugh and blushes, smiling at Rui. “There’s no real over the counter medication for what Saki has. I assumed our condition was the same from tons of research, and I know that there’s no common drug that fixes it. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
Rui nods, and starts bouncing his leg nervously. “Then what do you want to do-? I’m sorry, I didn’t really think this through.”
“We could watch a movie like you suggested… it would be nice.” Tsukasa smiles, taking Rui’s hand and leading him into the living room, placing himself on the couch.
They sit down, Rui wrapping his arms around Tsukasa and pulling him in close, making sure he feels safe.
Tsukasa relaxes into it, letting himself have this intoxicating feeling, even though it feels like it’s making his fever worse.
“What type of movie do you want to watch, Tsukasa~? Maybe a horror movie, so you can cuddle up in my arms to avoid it~?” Rui teases, smiling at Tsukasa.
“I hate horror…” Tsukasa grumbles, fake frowning. “If you want to keep cuddling, we can! Don’t make me sit through saw or something scary like that.”
Rui ends up folding and putting on a Disney movie on, moving so that Tsukasa can put his head on Rui’s shoulder.
“Tsukasa…” Rui mutters, quietly. “What are me and you, anyways? I know you’re sick, so you don’t have to answer, but if you wouldn’t mind…”
“I think… I want to be your boyfriend, Rui. You’ve- you’ve cared for me more than anyone else has. And I-“ Tsukasa tears up a little, pulling Rui into a hug.
“Even when I’m sick, you don’t care. You still want to take care of me, and you don’t push me away, and you still love me through everything.” Tsukasa sobs, holding Rui close.
“Shh, Tsukasa… it’s okay. I want to be with you too, okay? We can talk about this after you rest, my dearest star.” Rui smiles, running a hand through Tsukasa’s hair.
“Don’t leave me when we’re asleep, please.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”