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Ryoma stumbled through the dark room as quietly as he could, grasping at random shelves for his things. The blinds on the window hid the sun just barely peeking out over the horizon, keeping any light from the outside world out of Ryoma and Haruto’s peaceful little room. Ryoma’s vision was vaguely blurry and the darkness in the room wasn’t helping. He was praying that he was being quiet enough to not wake Haruto who was sleeping peacefully in their bed.
Ignoring his exhausted and aching body, Ryoma attempted to get ready for work in the pitch black of his and Haruto’s room. Ryoma fumbled with his tie around his neck, groping at his shirt collar and the tie blindly in an attempt to tie it at least semi well. He felt around aimlessly on the shelf for his glasses and grabbed his blazer off the chair in the corner. With all his things together, Ryoma slowly turned the door knob, trying to keep as silent as possible. There was something blissful about the quietness and stillness of Ryoma and Haruto’s shared bedroom. That was until the bliss was interrupted by the lights snapping on just as Ryoma was about to slip through the door.
“Ryo-kun,” Haruto sounded sleepy. He was sitting up in bed, his hair mused, after switching on the light by their bed. “I thought you said you’d stay in bed today.”
Ryoma stood by the bedroom door sheepishly. His tie was tied unevenly and his blazer was draped over his arm. Getting dressed in the dark like this was harder than he thought and he probably looked ridiculous right now. Still, he attempted to hold on to his dignity.
“I have to go to work,” Ryoma said, promptly losing any dignity he had remaining.
“Ryo-kun. We talked about this. Your dreams of becoming Guardian of Law are important, but your health is more important.”
“Haruto, I can’t skip work just because I have a cold.” Ryoma sniffled, feeling himself practically pouting
Haruto slid out of bed to gently take Ryoma’s briefcase and blazer from him. He set them on the floor by their bed and took Ryoma’s hands. Ryoma let him, feeling himself practically turn to putty under Haruto’s touch.
“You cannot keep neglecting your health for your work Ryo-kun. I will not allow it.”
Haruto was looking at him so sympathetically, it made Ryoma’s heart ache. Ryoma has a soft spot for Haruto that was far too easy to exploit. Really, all Haruto would have to do is put a hand on Ryoma’s shoulder and Ryoma would practically swoon. He’d do whatever Haruto asked him and Haruto knows it. It’s embarrassing to be so pathetic, to be so poisoned by love, but Ryoma would be lying if he said he disliked it. This was so much better than anything Ryoma ever imagined he could have. He found himself wondering if even becoming the Guardian of Law would ever be as fulfilling as this is. Haruto is slowly becoming more important to Ryoma than the law is and the thought of that is both scary and thrilling. Maybe it’s because of this that Ryoma finds himself allowing Haruto to lead him back to their bed.
Ryoma allowed Haruto to tuck him in and gently place his hand on his forehead, the cold metal of their matching rings against Ryoma’s skin making him flinch. Embarrassingly, Ryoma felt his face heat up. Haruto was definitely messing with Ryoma, bringing his face way closer than necessary just to check Ryoma’s temperature. Hopefully Haruto would just assume that the growing color on Ryoma’s cheeks wasn’t for any reason other than his fever.
“Hmm…you’re rather warm Ryo-kun…” Haruto finally pulled back, still not breaking eye contact with Ryoma, “Well then it’s decided. You’re not doing any work today. You are staying home and letting me take care of you.”
Ryoma felt himself pouting again and Haruto chuckled at him endearingly. The whole scene was painfully domestic and Ryoma didn’t quite know what to do with himself, especially considering the fact that his nose was leaking, and he probably looked like a complete mess. This felt like a scene right out of a bad romance movie.
“Fine…” Ryoma mumbled, despite himself
A smile lit up on Haruto’s face which immediately made Ryoma feel less terrible about the fact that he was skipping work for something as small as this. This love really was a poison, Ryoma was losing sight of practically everything important for Haruto. Or maybe, it's just that Haruto is gradually becoming more and more the center of Ryoma’s universe and Ryoma is finding himself gradually minding less and less. If Ryoma was the man he was a few months ago, he would’ve laughed in his own face over the way he was behaving. He would’ve told himself to get out of bed, get to work, and block out any distractions. But now, Ryoma found himself welcoming this newfound domesticality and softness into his life. It was unfamiliar to see himself thinking and behaving in a way that he would’ve once scoffed at. But it was also nice. Comforting even. Ryoma didn’t dwell on this thought for too long however, as Haruto’s voice snapped him out of his trance.
“Alright, Ryo-kun, I’m going to go get you some more blankets. Hmm…and I can make you some soup too!! I’ll make sure you heal nice and fast, okay?” Haruto turned to leave the room.
“Wait,” Ryoma’s voice came out way more desperate and vulnerable than he had meant for it to and he internally cringed, “Can you stay with me? Please?”
Maybe it was just because Ryoma was so sick that he said that. It was a rare moment of vulnerability that left Ryoma feeling a little embarrassed. Haruto grinned at Ryoma, his expression somewhere between sly and endeared. Ryoma felt more color rise on his cheeks at the teasing look Haruto was giving him.
“Of course, Ryo-kun,” Haruto said, his voice dripping with love.
Haruto slid into bed next to him, letting Ryoma wrap his arms tightly around him. Ryoma was as close to Haruto as possible, his face tucked into the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped around Haruto’s waist. There was no better word to describe it than romantic.
“You’re probably gonna get me sick,” Haruto’s voice was teasing and playful
“I don’t care,” Ryoma mumbled against Haruto’s neck
Haruto hummed contentedly, “Lucky I don’t either”
Tucked against Haruto, Ryoma definitely did not end up regretting taking the day off.