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“I’ve already told you, a hero doesn’t get sick, and I’m the hero.” Alfred, Kiku’s roommate and best friend, has said for what he can only assume is the tenth time this day to Kiku, who was trying to take the lid off the bottle of medication and giving Alfred a side eye.
“You can say that once your fever has gone down. Now, can you help me open this?”
Alfred stuck his tongue out. He really was like a child when sick (he also was really adorable, but he’ll ignore that part for now.) Alfred then shook his head. “Like hell, that stuff sucks. Whoever invented grape flavor and decided they should only taste like the worst parts of the worst grapes should be hanged. You know, one time there was a grape-”
Kiku started to tune out the rest of Alfred's ramble, selecting to use it as background music while he tried to pry off the cap with a butter knife. After fighting with it for a few seconds, he gives up, deciding that Alfred's sickness is mild at best and if he actually needed any medicine, he wouldn’t have enough energy to talk about god knows what.
“Hey, Al,” he interrupts his friend, who rambles. He knows how rude this is, but since it was Alfred speaking, who does the same all the time, and also doesn't mind it, Kiku doesn't care. “Do you wanna go watch a movie. What about one of the Marvel ones you really like?”
Alfred nearly jumps up from where he was sitting, the blanket that was being held around him dropping to the floor. He looked like a kid on Christmas as he ran to their small shared apartment's living room, chanting something about the spider man.
Kiku chuckled as he picked up the blanket and headed to the movie, which was already being shown as Alfred enthusiastically scrolled through the different streaming services they owned, which was a lot more than most college kids because Alfred’s dads are so rich. What can Kiku say? He is a (sadly) platonic sugar baby.
As they sat down for the movie, Kiku noticed how tired Alfred looked. After about ten minutes, his eyes were drooping. Yeah, ‘don’t get sick, my ass’, there is no way that Alfred is at his best. As the movie goes on, he can barely notice Alfred scooting closer to him a little. Its barley noticeable at first, but when Alfred falls asleep on his shoder he freezes and finally realizes.
Now, you might have realized from a few of his thoughts, but Kiku has an icy little crush on his best friend. I know that's tough, especially since he has to live with him and resist the urge to kiss Alfred’s rosy, adorable lips and ask him to hold Kiku tighter than anyone else.
Okay, so ambye the crush was a little more than small, but Kiku can’t control who he loves.
The thing about having a crush on Alfred is that he knows how to respect his personal boundaries (unlike his poor friend Ludwig, ex-crush now boyfriend Felciano, poor dude was so flustered all the time from the insane amount of time Felciano would get up in his space sometimes even kissing him.) That means that Alfred usually doesn't touch him too much, helping him not become a blushing mess at an instant. But now Alfred was on him, and they were touching, skin and -aaaaaa. His face turned bright red as he thought about something I, the narrator, have no right to share with you.
He side-eyed Alfred and confirmed that the sick young adult was in fact asleep and not a myth created by Kiku's mind. Moving slowly, not trying to wake up Alfred as if he were a cat, he grabbed his phone. Opening it one-handedly, he texted the person he truly believed was the world's greatest romance expert, college student Feliciano.
Okay, so maybe he was not a love expert, but what was Kiku supposed to do? Call the trolls from Frozen? Plus, if Felciano can get Ludwig, maybe just maybe he knows how to help Kiku in this situation.
So, typing as quickly as he could, he texted Felciano to Felciano explain his situation.
Kiku>“Feli help Alfred's on me sleeping and sick and he looks adorable, but I really like his and have no idea what to do about it.”
Feliciano>” OOH looks like someone's in love.”
Kiku>” What do I do?”
Feliciano> “Enjoy it, I don't know if you're asking for confession advice, but if you wanna do that, make sure to do something nice for him, Alfred loves gifts.”
Kiku>” Thank you so much, Feli-san.”
Felciano. “:D”
Kiku sighed and closed his phone before looking back at the sleeping American. Did he wanna confess? He knows that Alfred is bi, but does he like him back? And is he ready? Will he ever be ready? He loves Alfred, but the idea of them seems to much like a fantasy.
This is also their first relationship if they were to get together. It's so statistically impossible that they stay together. He so rarely hears stories of people staying with their first love, so there's probably no way that Alfred will be in that category. They’re so inexperienced.
What if their friendship is irreparable if he confesses and gets rejected? Alfred is his best friend. For so long, we’ve been best friends. He doesn't wanna ruin what he has with Alfred. There roommates, best friends, two peas in a pod, inseparable. The entirety of college tube has been so what if he gets rejected or worse, the breakup after they get together.
He loves Alfred; he never wants to ruin what he has.
He’s been spiraling for at least a few monuments know, so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Alfred waking up until he taps him on the cheek.
“Hi Keeks”
“Hi Alfred, are you feeling better?”
“I love you,” Alfred respond seeming like he didn’t hear the question at all. The Alfred kisses Kiku's cheek.”
Wait whaaaaaaa-