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“Haruka… you came to see me?” Fuuta asked.
“…Yeah, I did.” Haruka hesitated for a second before replying.
Haruka made his way to his partner’s bed and hugged him from the side. They were alone in Fuuta’s room, so Haruka could hug him all he wanted, after all.
“Having a fever seems to suck.” Haruka said, breaking the hug and placing his hand on Fuuta’s warm forehead.
“I feel bad for you. You probably need to take care of me, and that’s embarrassing…” Fuuta glanced away from Haruka. Haruka couldn’t quite see Fuuta’s eyes, but he knew his eyes were filled with the gaze of someone who just wanted to be taken care of.
Haruka placed his hand on Fuuta’s shoulder and squeezed gently before taking Fuuta’s hand in his own, warmth bleeding through his palm to his friend’s comparatively-colder one.
He leaned in a bit closer to plant a soft kiss on his friend’s warm forehead. His voice was gentle and soft.
“You will be okay, Fuuta… I know you will feel better soon,” Suddenly, Fuuta felt some arms wrapping around his torso. It felt nice, actually. Fuuta was usually too embarrassed to initiate physical contact, which Haruka found cute.
Haruka always hugged Fuuta when they were left alone, and Fuuta always enjoyed to feel Haruka’s arms wrapped around him. There was no motive to it beyond a desire to hold something or someone in their arms, an innocent action with no greater meaning.
Fuuta started to focus on how pleasant the hug felt, and he smiled softly. Maybe being hugged like this… wasn’t so bad after all.
He closed his eyes. Maybe now he could sleep the pain away.