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Well, it finally happened. Kenma got sick. And with the flu, no less. Somehow, he'd managed to avoid the dreaded plague in his 28 years of existence—he was sure he could thank his self-isolating tendencies for that—but here he was, alone in his giant mansion, unable to even move from his bed.
This was how he was going to die. Shriveled up, in a pool of his own sweat. No, it can’t happen like this, Kenma thought to himself as he meekly reached for the phone on his bedside table.
>>> help I’m dying
The reply was almost instantaneous.
>>> Be there in a quick minute!
Kenma never understood phrases like “a quick minute”, as it could only ever be 60 seconds. But as every subsequential moment passed, he suddenly understood the concept of a long minute. An hour went by before there was (finally) a knock at the door. Kenma, still unable to move, sent another text.
>>> key is under the mat.
Kuroo, with hot tea in one hand and rice porridge in the other, scoured the home looking for Kenma. First, he tried the streaming room since that’s usually where he’d find him (Kemma rarely slept in his actual bed). He sighed when he didn’t find him there and made way to the Youtuber’s bedroom.
“I was hoping I was wrong, but I came prepared anyway.”
Kenma, eyes still closed, managed a small tilt at the corner of his lip. Kuroo sat the tea and porridge on the bedside table, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
“You look like shit.”
Kenma, now face down, grunted in his pillow.
“Get up,” Kuroo demanded. “You need to eat something.”
Then Kenma flung his arms out, which Kuroo took as a hint that he needed help sitting up. After a few moments of Kuroo switching off handing him his food and drink, Kenma tilted his head slightly, finally meeting Kuroo’s gaze. “I haven’t written a will yet, but everything goes to you.”
Kuroo chuckled. “Good, you’ve at least got the strength the speak now.” He placed a hand on Kenma’s forehead. “That’s quite the fever you’ve got.”
Kenma leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. The pressure on his forehead was nice. After a moment, he felt something moist. When he opened his eyes, he realized that instead of a hand, now it was Kuroo’s lips on his forehead. “Now lay down and get some more rest,” his best friend whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
And for someone that was in more pain than he’s ever felt in his entire life, in that moment Kenma never felt better.