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Hiori wasn’t the type to fall sick.
No, he can’t remember the last time he did.
Or maybe his parents just never cared enough to take care of him, and when he did fall sick, he didn’t know it.
This time, it was different.
The Japanese morning sun streamed into the room, illuminating the four corners of the small, neatly decorated room.
Hiori shuffled under his blanket, pulling it up to his chin. His eyes fluttered open, slowly. He blinked once, twice, then sat up, his ice blue irises glancing at the small alarm clock on his desk. 09:38 AM.
Hiori groaned, laying down and shutting his eyes once again. Maybe today, he could sleep in.
A soft knock on the door, followed by another.
“…Come in,” Hiori responded, voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth.
A pink haired boy entered, cautious of his surroundings. It was unusual to see the other so attached to his bed; Hiori was usually up by eight-thirty.
“Are you okay, okay?” The figure chirped, placing a palm on Hiori’s forehead. A wave of heat hit Kurona’s hand immediately, and he took a step back, picking up a pillow that had fallen down onto the floor. “I’m going to get you pills…”
“Ya don’t need to, ‘m alright,” Hiori responded, turning over in his sheets. He reopened his eyes to see a small braid hanging over his face. He grinned, placing a hand on the other’s, gripping it reassuringly.
Kurona shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “You aren’t, you aren’t.” The cyan-haired tried to protest, but Kurona was already halfway out of the room.
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Within the span of three minutes, Hiori had almost everything on his table— a glass of water, pills in a plastic bag, and a thermometer. Kurona sat on a stool nearby, watching, monitoring.
“Yer worryin’ too much, Ranze. I’m okay,” Hiori commented, seeing as Kurona’s magenta eyes were fixated intensely on his own.
Kurona shook his head. “I’m staying here until you’re at least below 38 degrees.”
A sigh from Hiori. “Kuro, ‘m telling ya, I’m fine. I’ve survived before and can again.”
“That’s exactly why I’m staying, staying.” Kurona quipped. “You don’t take care of yourself.” He stood up, turning around and reaching for the door handle. “I’ll go get you food..”
Kurona was almost out of the room before he felt a hand gripping on his wrist tightly. Ah. Was Hiori always this clingy?
“Hiori…?”
Hiori looked up at the other standing by the door, hand still clinging onto Kurona’s. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his azure eyes said more than enough for Kurona to understand: stay.
A smile formed across Kurona’s lips as he released the door handle and sat back onto the stool. “Gods, Hio. You know I can’t refuse you, refuse you.”
Hiori returned the grin, releasing his grip on the other’s hand. “Knew ya had a soft spot, Ranze.”
Ah. There it was again. The ever teasingly way Hiori would say Kurona’s name. The pink haired shrunk back slightly, trying to hide the redness of his face from his boyfriend.
Hiori giggled, sitting up in his sheets. He waited for a second, until the other was unaware, then wrapped Kurona in a tight embrace.
“You’re burning hot, burning hot.” Kurona commented, releasing himself from Hiori’s grasp. “Rest.”
Another laugh from Hiori.
Maybe this was the cure to this fever.