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Shuichi was working himself into the ground. The 26-year-old detective had one of the worst work-life balances Kokichi has ever known.
Shuichi would wake up at around 5:30 AM—which was wayyyy too early, Kokichi thought—shower, get dressed, have a light breakfast, leave for work at 7:15 AM, do his detective work at the police department for whatever case he was assigned, go home at 6:45 PM, CONTINUE doing the work at home, and then finally stop at 9:50 PM, and go to bed at 11 PM. Kokichi barely got to see his darling husband! It was practically criminal! He wanted—needed—to do something about it! He knew Shuichi was fast approaching burnout, and desperately needed a break he constantly denied himself.
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“Shumaiiii,” Kokichi whined. The two were in bed cuddling. It was 10:30 PM. “You’re always workingggg, I barely see you! Can you please take a break? Please?”
Shuichi sighed. “When I finish this case, Kokichi. Then I’ll take a day off.”
“You’ve been saying that for months now!” Kokichi pouted in response, upset.
“I mean it this time…” Shuichi blatantly lied, before drifting off to sleep.
Kokichi was going to do something about this.
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Shuichi woke up to the sensation of several blankets, one of which being weighted, pressing down on him. Instead of spooning Kokichi like he was when he dozed off the night prior, he was spooning one of Kokichi’s old stuffed animals, this one being of a white rabbit with violet accents.
Turning his head to the shared bedroom’s window, he saw that the sun was high.
Too high.
Higher than it has ever been whenever he woke up in several months.
Shit.
He immediately tried to sit up, but the gentle pressing of two hands to his body prevented that.
“Ah ah ah~” Shuichi only then realized Kokichi was in the room with him, straddling his hips and his hands pressing down on his right shoulder. “Stay there, my beloved Saihara-chan…”
“K-Kokichi,” Shuichi stuttered. “G-Get off me, I’m late for wo—“
“You’re not going today.”
…what?
“K-Kokichi, I need—“
“I called you in sick two hours ago,” Kokichi interrupted him, smirking slyly.
He already called Shuichi in sick? How did that work?? Did he impersonate him??? Was that even legal????
It took Shuichi a few long, pathetic moments to get his words out. “…what time is it?” Shuichi finally asked.
“Hmmm, well, it issss~” Kokichi looked over to the clock on the wall, reading the time in spite of the fact that he could barely read clocks.
“9:45 AM, it looks like~” Kokichi singsonged.
Shuichi, in response to learning that he was *mega* late for work, was panicking, desperately trying to get up.
“No!” Kokichi stubbornly laid on top of Shuichi, sprawled all over him. He was unfairly comfortable and warm. “No no no! You’re not getting up today!”
“K-Kokichi, I *need* to—“
“No can do! Just lay there and relax, Shumai!”
“Ngh, please—!” Shuichi continued to try and get up, but it was futile.
“You’ve already been called in sick, you need the rest!” Kokichi poked Shuichi’s nose, still stubbornly on top of him.
Why was Shuichi genuinely panicking at the prospect of missing a single day of work after not taking a day off in 256 days, minus the mandatory holidays off? Kokichi put it up to Shuichi desperately trying to finish the case. What case was he even working on in the first place? He might as well ask.
“What case are you working on, Shumai~?” Kokichi asked playfully, poking at his cheek. Shuichi shuddered in response. “Th-The case of Genocider Syo… have, uhm, you heard of that guy?”
The two talked for a while, Shuichi told Kokichi about the case, and Kokichi refused to get up, managing to calm Shuichi down.
Shuichi melted into the bed, looking the most relaxed he’s been in years, the stress being lifted off of him like the six blankets he was under. He also then noticed how many pillows were under his head and his legs. Kokichi clearly went all out in making him as comfortable as possible, huh?
“…mhn,” Shuichi whined softly as Kokichi rolled off of him. And then rolled off the bed. And then stood up from the cold hardwood floor.
“I’m gonna make breakfast now!” Kokichi beamed, before pointing at Shuichi accusingly, feigning seriousness. “Don’t you *dare* get up! I will know!” Shuichi just held the plush rabbit tighter, nuzzling its fluffy head like it was Kokichi. It smelled like him.
Kokichi snickered, before finally leaving the room to supposedly cook Shuichi breakfast. It was… very quiet without him nearby. Even when he was in the very next room or a pathetic hundred feet away in the kitchen.
He shut his eyes. Resting them.
And fell back asleep.
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“Oh, Shumaiiii~!” Kokichi entered the bedroom, being greeted by Shuichi’s peaceful, *unfairly cute* sleeping face. God, he just wanted to squeeze him and kiss him and—
No, no, he’s asleep. He should at least be awake for it! That’ll make it worth it, seeing his cute reactions and his embarrassed face!
Kokichi set the plate of breakfast—scrambled eggs, bacon, and french toast—onto the bedside table. Then, he diverted his attention to his beloved.
He gently poked Shuichi’s cheek.
“…”
His nose.
“…mhn…”
Kokichi gently kissed Shuichi’s cheek. “Shuuuu~ Wake up. I have breakfast.”
“Mmhn…” Shuichi’s eyes fluttered open.
“Shuu, there you are~ Open wide!”
He held a fork with a small chunk of the french toast on it. He knew Shuichi had barely eaten in the past few weeks, given how much the stress affected his appetite.
“Kichi— mmph!” Shuichi tried to speak, but Kokichi stuffed his face with food before he could get any words out. The french toast did taste good, but that wasn’t the point right now.
“Chew and swallow, my beloved…” Shuichi obliged, allowing himself to be fed by Kokichi. He felt completely humiliated. He was a 26-year-old man, for gods’ sake! A fully grown adult! Yet here he was, letting himself be fed like he was a little, *little* kid.
Shuichi was fed until the plate was empty, and he was full for the first time in a long while. He melted into the bed again. It felt like his body was being stuffed with cotton.
“Mmhn…” Shuichi whined. Kokichi thought it was the cutest thing ever… He then grabbed Shuichi’s cheeks. Squeezed them. Shuichi’s face was so soft…
“Kichi, what…?” Shuichi mumbled, sleepy.
Kokichi didn’t respond verbally, but he placed a light, little kiss on his lips, let go of his cheeks, and impulsively started wrapping Shuichi tight in the warm blanket he was under. Then, he rushed to their closet to grab another closet, and wrapped it around Shuichi. He was like a 5’7” human burrito. A cute, sleepy, overworked workaholic one.
“K-Kokichi, what are you doing…?”
“Shhhh,” he shushed Shuichi with a gentle, boney finger to his lips. “Just let me take care of you, my love…”
He then gently laid a blanket over the blanket burrito that was his husband, got under the covers with him, and wrapped his arms around the life-sized burrito.
“Mhn,” Shuichi sighed. Kokichi’s arms around him was comforting. He didn’t get to feel it so often, mostly because it was frequently him spooning Kokichi, not the other way around.
“‘M not letting you move. At all.” Kokichi nuzzled into Shuichi’s neck. “I’m gonna do everything for youuuuu…”
“Wh…” Shuichi’s body, eyes, everything felt heavy.
He dozed off yet again before he knew what was happening.
The two then spent the rest of the day, and several days after that, doing the same things. Kokichi fed Shuichi, kept Shuichi in bed, pampered the overworked detective.
Until Shuichi had to get back to work like normal, that is. But the break was well-needed.