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Oikawa flops back onto his bed, bored as hell. He picks up his phone, scrolling through his contacts.
Calling → iwa-chan ( •̀ ᴖ •́ )
It rings five times before his best friend finally picks up.
“Oi, shittykawa, why are you calling me?”
“I’m bored, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whines, sounding very much like a 5-year-old.
“I don’t care, go call your boyfriend or something.”
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa feels his cheeks heat up. “Suga-chan is not my boyfriend!” He hears snickering from the other end of the line.
“I never said anything about Sugawara, idiot.”
“I- what? Iwa-chan!”
The other boy has already hung up. Oikawa sighs, rolling over onto his stomach. Maybe he should call Sugawara. He needs to return Suga’s Karasuno tracksuit, which he stole last week. It was a little small.
suga-chan (☆ᗜ☆)
suga-chan~
do you want your tracksuit back?
delivered 6:39pm
20 minutes of staring blankly at his phone, and Sugawara still hasn’t responded. Oikawa frowns, squinting at the delivered tag at the bottom of the text. Why hasn’t he responded yet? It’s probably nothing, but Oikawa is nothing if not a presumptuous brat, so he decides to call him.
Calling → suga-chan (☆ᗜ☆)
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Oikawa glares at his cell phone with an intensity usually reserved for volleyball.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“The number you are calling is temporarily not available. Please leave a message or try again later.”
Oikawa feels a tinge of worry. Unless he’s at volleyball practice, Suga always answers his calls. He hopes the other boy is okay.
Calling → suga-chan (☆ᗜ☆)
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Oikawa taps his foot nervously.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
It’s about to go to voicemail again. Should he hang up?
The line clicks, and he hears coughing on the other end before Suga’s unusually hoarse voice answers.
“Hello?”
“Suga-chan? Did you catch a cold?” Oikawa sits up quickly.
“Mhmm…”
More coughing.
“Did you take any medicine?”
“No… not yet.”
“Are your parents home?”
“They’re on a business trip.”
“Stay right there,” Oikawa announces, leaping to his feet. “I’ll pick up some medicine for you!”
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Oikawa pulls on his sneakers, and in barely twenty minutes, he dashes to the nearest convenience store and then to Suga’s house five blocks away.
Ding-dong-
Suga answers the door. A very feverish-looking Suga slightly swaying on his feet and - oh my gosh - drowning in one of Oikawa’s hoodies.
Oikawa almost forgot what he came for.
“Ah- Suga! Are you alright? I brought you some medicine!”
“Thanks,” Sugawara coughs, leaning against the doorframe, looking seconds away from kicking the bucket. Oikawa quickly guides him to the couch before the boy can pass out, filling a glass of water from the kitchen and handing it to him along with a tablet of medicine.
Suga accepts the medicine and drains the glass, sprawling out on the couch with a cough and a groan. He closes his eyes.
“Suga? Don’t you think you should lie in bed for a bit?” Oikawa asks hesitantly.
“Hm… Carry me?” he mumbles, eyes still closed.
HUH?
Oikawa blushes. He must be delirious.
“Tooru?” Suga asks sleepily.
“Uh- yeah, sure,” Oikawa responds as casually as he can. He carefully slips his arms behind Suga’s back and beneath his knees. The silver-haired setter is light- but not unexpectedly. Not that Oikawa has thought about this before, of course.
He freezes as Suga turns to press his face into his shoulder.
“Tooru..?” Suga mumbles into his chest. “Your heart sure is beating quickly.”
Of course it is, you idiot! By the shade of Oikawa’s face, you could hardly tell who between them was having a fever.
Oikawa quickly lays Sugawara down, who immediately covers himself with his comforter.
Whew.
“Need anything?” he asks, scanning the room. His eyes catch on a photo strip of him and Suga, lips twitching into a grin at the memory. Photo-booths with Iwaizumi were no fun; the boring wing-spiker was always standing like an emotionless statue in the background. With Suga, however, they could go all out. They weren’t the founding members of the pretty setter squad for nothing, after all.
“...can you stay for a bit?” Suga asks, an unusually selfish request for the boy.
“Yeah, of course. I’ll stay until your fever goes down,” Oikawa says with as much nonchalance as he can muster. Not very much.
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“-Tooru?”
Oikawa straightens with a yelp, unexpected heat rushing to his cheeks. He’d fallen asleep leaning against Suga’s bed.
“Argh! Sorry, I fell asleep!”
Suga laughs lightly with that ridiculous little giggle of his.
“So, uh- you feeling better?” he says, wishing his heart would stop thumping so hard. He leans over and presses the back of his hand to Suga’s forehead, pretending the motion doesn’t turn his complexion tomato-red.
“Yeah! I think my fever has gone down. Thanks,” Suga responds with a smile. That stupidly adorable smile where he closes his eyes and quite possibly starts emitting light-
“That’s good!” Oikawa stumbles to his feet quickly. “I think I’m going to go now! Don’t forget to take more medicine!”
“Hey, wait.” A hand touches his arm. “You’ll eat something before you go, right?”
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A few minutes later, the two of them are eating cup noodles at the kitchen table.
“Great cooking, Suga-chan,” Oikawa teases.
“Hey! You should take pity on me while I’m ill!” Suga pouts. Oikawa laughs.
The two of them fall into easy banter, discussing everything from volleyball to fashion. Oikawa is genuinely glad they can catch up, even in such circumstances - it’s been a while since they last hung out.
Oikawa chugs the rest of his broth and glances at the time.
“Ah- I think I’ll head out now. Make sure to drink lots of water!”
He stands up and is halfway to the door when Suga appears in front of him again.
“Wait, Tooru!”
Delicate hands close around his wrists, guiding them until his hands are touching Suga’s face.
“I still have a fever, don’t I?”
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