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Motoya, by nature, was not one to complain.
Especially when that long weekend had finally arrived on which he and Rintarou could take a break from training and the championship for a good five days, which meant all three of them could be together with Osamu for five days and four nights. Which meant being able to do things - even the simplest or the seemingly most mundane such as going shopping together, getting lost cooking, lazy waking up, sitting on a bench watching the sunset in the park - calmly and without the anxiety of having to concentrate all in twenty-four, thirty-six hours at most.
It was just a pity that when he got up that Saturday morning, ready to leave, Motoya felt as if a herd of buffalo had run over him - back and forth and away again. He had already gone to sleep the night before with that unpleasant tingling sensation in his throat and at the tip of his nose, and that simple unpleasant sensation had already made him realise that he would certainly wake up the next day with a cold. He had tried to limit the damage with a nice slice of fresh ginger to munch on, but he had expected everything that morning, but not to feel as if he had been put through a press.
- Mori, are you ok? - Rintarou had always been too keen and observant an observer to buy any lie from him, so here Motoya replied by sticking to a laconic 'my nose pinches a little'. A half-truth.
He repeated to himself that he would sleep on the train, trying to recover a little from his fatigue.
Rintarou looked at him crookedly, not completely convinced, but apparently letting it go and just picking up his duffle bag as well, and Motoya could do nothing but thank him, as he slipped on a double mask, for fear of somehow infecting him (as if, sleeping together in the same bed, that hadn't already happened eventually).
As they stepped out into the morning air, a violent shiver ran through him. Motoya buried his face in his scarf, pulled up his nose and sighed, while Rintarou passed an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, as if to warm him up.
It was beautiful how someone like Rintarou, who always seemed not to care who or what was around him, even though he had obviously smoothed out many sides of his character over the years, was almost touchingly sweet and attentive with the people he cared for. Just as it was a touching sweetness to feel how, for the whole time of the train journey, Motoya was not only cradled by the gentle rocking of the train, but also by the arms of his companion, who did not let go of him for a single moment.
Lulled by Rintarou's arms, Motoya spent those two hours in a sleep populated by strange visions, but where he never stopped feeling loved and lucky.
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Even if Rintarou hadn't already warned him - secretly from Motoya, of course, as he knew how much the latter would protest as he didn't want to create unnecessary worries or ruin their long weekend -, Osamu would have noticed before long how unwell Motoya was. It was enough for him to observe the different colour of his green eyes, darker than usual, as well as clouded. Not to mention the red cheeks and the obvious effort he was making to breathe.
He and Rintarou cast a single, meaningful glance at each other. Those two hadn't been together since they were sixteen for nothing! They were even communicating with their eyes.
- Now you go to bed and don't move from there. - Osamu admonished him without a chance to reply.
- But... - Motoya tried to protest, weakly, but was loaded onto Osamu's shoulders like a sack of potatoes - I want to be with you. -
- Don't worry: we'll stay with you, yes. We will take care of you. - Rintarou reassured him, with his usual bitchy grin.
- Will you stay in bed with me? -
- Yes. - said the other two in chorus.
- And will you be the best pillow and mattress I could ever wish for? - asked Motoya, with a mischievous grin nonetheless. It was nice the degree of complicity that had characterised their relationship from the start.
- Yes. - repeated the other two, laughing - As always. –
When Motoya awoke a few hours later, he was greeted by the scent of food that managed to infiltrate his congested nostrils. As he carefully sat up, he noticed that, in the dreamless sleep of fever, the other two had undressed him and he was now wearing one of Osamu's sweatshirts and a pair of Rintarou's pyjama bottoms. He simply loved wearing their clothes. Putting the blanket, which the two of them had left at the foot of the bed, over his shoulders cloak-style, Motoya walked towards the kitchen and stood on the threshold in silence for a moment, enjoying his two boys cooking for him, shoulder to shoulder.
Osamu and Rintarou must have heard his footsteps because they turned in unison and smiled at him at the same time, with those faint, barely noticeable smiles of theirs, so rare to see in the two of them.
- Mori, luv. We didn't realise you had woken up. -
- I just woke up. - he replied, as he approached the two of them, peeking over their shoulders to catch a glimpse of what they were cooking.
- Shoyu ramen? - he asked.
- Yes, I thought it would be easy for you to eat, but still with all the right nutrients to restore your strength. - explained Osamu, finishing mixing the ingredients while Rintarou poured Motoya's favourite tea into the cups.
- Do you want to go and sit on the couch while we finish preparing? - the latter suggested.
Motoya nodded and didn't say anything else as he sat down in the sort of makeshift bed on the couch. He leaned against the back of the sofa, closing his eyes again as he listened to the whispered voices of the other two coming from the kitchen. He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching and made room for the other two, who sat on either side of him while Osamu placed the bowls of ramen on the tray that Rintarou had placed on the low table in front of the sofa.
The food was hot and tasty and filled him with a soothing warmth. Motoya let out a small sigh of satisfaction as the feeling of warmth and benefit flowed through him.
- Good? - asked Osamu, smiling happily as he saw how radiant his boyfriend was, despite his fever, as he ate what they had cooked for him with so much love. It wasn't plain ramen, it was ramen made with Motoya's favourite ingredients and spices.
- Absolutely. Thanks. - Motoya replied, nodding happily.
Once they had finished eating their lunch, Osamu and Rintarou made Motoya lie down again, despite the fact that he protested briskly that he was feeling better (and it was true: Motoya had a very fast healing ability). But there was no way, and so he could do nothing but give in and let them pamper and spoil him some more, abandoning himself happily to their touches, enjoying the feel of his two boys' fingers as they began to work their way through his hair.
Motoya let out a small murmur and let his eyes close.
- I love you. - he sighed, snuggling closer into their embrace, his head resting on Osamu's chest as Rintarou hugged him from behind.
- I love you too. - was the echo of the other two, as they both looked at their boyfriend as he was quickly succumbing to sleep again.
Motoya let himself be lulled by the sound of his two boys' voices, the warmth of their embraces and their love.
He was already feeling better, but he enjoyed that moment and thought that it was undoubtedly beautiful to have someone to take care of you.