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Tooru hates being sick.
It makes him feel stupid and pathetic and needy. Well, extra needy. He can admit that he can be a bit needy. Clingy. Whatever you want to call it. (Iwachan calls it annoying.)
"Catch," Tetsurou says approximately 0.2 seconds before a pack of tissues hits the side of Tooru's face and Tetsurou bursts out laughing. "I'd pay to see you on the court right now, fucking up every serve."
"Keep acting like the shittiest boyfriend ever and I'll be seeing you in court," Tooru replies as he takes the tissues to blow his nose.
Isn't the whole point of having a boyfriend to get nursed back to health instead of being made fun of for having a runny nose?
"Shittiest boyfriend ever, huh," Tetsurou says, placing a tray on the couch table next to where Tooru is bundled up in a blanket. "Thought that was your title."
Tooru eyes the contents of the tray; a steaming mug of tea, a bowl of okayu topped with salmon and scallions and some milk bread (Tooru's favourite, from the bakery with the old lady who's trying to set them both up with her grandson).
Tooru just pouts and reaches for the milk bread.
"I cooked for you," Tetsurou says and picks Tooru's legs up so he can sit down on the couch and place his legs on top of his thighs. "Don't let it get cold."
"Pouring tea over rice is hardly cooking," Tooru says and sticks his tongue out at his boyfriend. Tetsurou sticks his out in return because he is an actual child.
Tooru puts the bread back and reaches for the okayu instead.
"Thanks for taking care of me," he says and he really means it.
"Mhm," Tetsurou hums, a smile on his face, "Always."