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It wasn't very often that Renn fell ill. In fact, Hiroto couldn't even remember it happening. But currently, Renn had a fever coupled with a sore throat.
"You shouldn't be near me for too long," he said hoarsely as Hiroto sat on the edge of the bed, placing the tray he had been holding across his knees. "You can just leave the food."
"I'm wearing a mask," Hiroto replied. "Which I know you know helps--"
Renn actually looked annoyed, which meant he must have felt worse than Hiroto had expected.
"But if you really want me to leave, I want you to eat at least some of this, okay?"
Renn made a face but sat up all the same. Advantages of being full of facts, Hiroto supposed. He knew that he needed food to recover. (Unlike probably all the other Go-Ongers. Hiroto did not want to know what it'd take to make an ill Gunpei eat.)
"It's okayu with egg," Hiroto said encouragingly.
(When he was ill, he never wanted egg. But this was Renn and therefore, egg was pretty much required.)
This got him a hint of a smile. "Did you make it?"
Hiroto shook his head. If he had cooked it, there would be something resembling hard-boiled egg yolk in there, not the ooze of poached egg or whatever it was considered. "That's how it will make you better."
Renn actually laughed, although it turned into a cough, thankfully not sounding painful, something wetter than that.
Hiroto quickly took a spoonful and blew on it, even though Renn didn't actually require that and the mask blocked most if not all of the air, more to make him smile than anything else.
"Here," he said as he guided the spoon to Renn.
Renn accepted the spoonful, and the rest of the bowl, to Hiroto's relief.
"Get some rest, I'll bring some tea in later, okay?" he murmured as Renn went back under the covers, earning himself a muffled "alright".
He wanted to kiss Renn on the forehead, but restrained himself.
Once Renn was better.