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Fyodor hadn't been feeling himself lately. His throat had been hurting, though he (stupidly) ignored it.
He had met up with Chuuya an hour earlier, and he recommended to see a doctor. So, here was Fyodor, patiently waiting to be called back.
Presumably a few minutes later, Fyodor had left the doctors office, diagnosed with strep throat. Great. Fucking great.
Fyodor was now suffering on his bed, his head pounding with a near overwhelming migraine. "Holy fuck.." He groaned.
He hesitantly grabbed his phone from the nightstand beside his bed, and texted the one and only Osamu.
Approximately 32 minutes later, Osamu barged into his room. "Fedya!~" He sang in a sing-songy tone.
Fyodor groaned audibly, covering his eyes with an arm. "Oh?" Osamu hummed, leaning over the overly suffering Fyodor.
"You don't look too well, Fedya.." Osamu noticed, grinning ever so slightly.
"You think I couldn't tell, dipshit?" Fyodor hissed through gritted teeth.
Osamu frowned slightly, then sat on the edge of Fyodor's messy double bed. "Are you sick?"
"Fuck does it look like?" Fyodor glared at Osamu. "Poor Fedya..~ " He teased.
"You need some medicine.." Osamu chimed. "No I do not." Fyodor hated medicine. He hated relying on someone--unless it was Osamu.
"I'll be right back, Fedya!~" Osamu practically skipped out of Fyodor's room, then returned 5 minyes later with a glass of water and two pills.
"Here ya go! Some NyQuil to help you get better." Osamu hummed.
Fyodor grimaced. "I'm not taking them." He said. "You do want to get better, don't you?" Osamu asked.
Fyodor sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Fine. Give me them." Osamu happily passed the green liquid-filled pills to Fyodor, watching him take them both contentedly.
After swallowing the two pills, he huffed and shut his eyes half angrily, half tiredly. "Get some rest," Osamu planted a kiss on Fyodor's forehead. "I'll be here when you wake, my love."
Fyodor soon drifted off to sleep, the silence being broken by the occasional soft snoring from Fyodor.(you cannot convince me otherwise that this man doesnt sleep ever so peacefully.)
Osamu felt content with himself. He had successfully got his boyfriend to take medicine, now he was sleeping.
"Oh, Fyodor," He muttered. "How I love you so much.." Osamu carefully snuggled up next to Fyodor.
He didn't care whether or not he could get sick.
He wanted to sleep next to his boyfriend, and that's all that mattered to him.
Dazai soon fell asleep, his arm on top of Fyodors like a perfect puzzle piece. His breathing fell in sync with Fyodors, and he couldn't be happier.
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Approximately an hour and a half later, Dazai blinked awake, realizing Fyodor was no longer beside him.
"Love..?" He whispered. Osamu sat up, slid out of bed and exited Fyodors room.
"Fyodor?" He called out. "Yes, Osamu?" Fyodor asked, his hoarse voice coming from the room over.
Osamu hurried to the room Fyodor was in, seeing a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Holy Fuck..." Dazai couldn't help whispering, noticing Fyodors slight muscles, and the way a few raven strands peeked from beneath the towel.
Fyodor was staring at him, a mix of surprise and embarrassment in his gaze.
"Wha-.. Get out!" He finally yelped, hurrying to shove Osamu out the door.
Dazai frowned. "Aw, Fedya..~ I wanna stay.." He whined, leaning against the now locked door.
"What?!" Fyodor tensed, a slight blush appearing over his soft, pale features.
Osamu then giggled. "Can I, love?~" He teased, not really expecting an answer.
He was surprised(for lack of a better word) when the door slowly slid open. A flushed Fyodor stood there, allowing Osamu in.
"Oh?" Osamu chuckled again. "You're really beautiful, you know?" He hummed, crossing a leg over he other as he sat on the bed.
Fyodor didn't say anything, just nodded. "..Thank you,"
Osamu continued to watch happily as Fyodor dried then got dressed, slipping on his recognizable ushanka.
Fyodor was blushing the whole way, clearly embarrassed. "You.. you can leave now," He muttered.
Dazai grinned. "I know," He finally spoke. "But I just want to admire my handsome boyfriend."
Fyodor stared at Dazai, his gaze filled with love. He walked over, then sat beside him.
He gently rested his head on Osamu's shoulder, sighing contently. "I love you so much, Osamu."