Sick | Oikawa Tooru x reader
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You stopped counting how many times it had vibrated since the beginning of your lesson, which had only started ten minutes ago. You groaned in annoyance, you could not concentrate at all on what the teacher was saying and some of your classmates were giving you glares. You carefully took your phone off your pocket and hid it behind your pencil case. You noticed that you had at least twenty notifications from Tooru. You rolled your eyes and put your phone on silent mode before putting it back in your pocket.
“You are free to leave,” the teacher announced after the three hours lecture. You sighed of relief and stretched your legs. You packed up your things and put everything in your bag. You left the amphitheater and immediately took your phone. You now had fifty notifications, one from every social media you owned, three missed calls, and a lot of text messages. You decided to look at the messages first.
“I need you. I am bored. Help me.”
“Where are you? Why are you not answering?”
“I am dyiiiing.”
“Your boyfriend is dying, and you are ignoring him.”
“____-chan, please answer.”
“I think I need to go to the hospital.”
“My throat is so sore that it’s almost hard to breathe.”
“And I can’t even breathe through my nose! I miss the good old days…”
The texts went on and on about him dying and his final wish being seeing your face one last time. Your boyfriend could be quite dramatic sometimes. You sighed and rolled your eyes and as you were about to put your phone in your pocket you felt it vibrate. You looked at the notification from Iwaizumi and chuckled.
“Make it stop or I’ll have to end it myself.”
“Don’t tempt me! I would even pay you to end it quicker. But don’t worry I’m on my way 😉”
You put away your phone and started to walk towards Tooru’s place, fortunately, he did not live too far from the university. You decided to stop at the convenience store, knowing your boyfriend, he probably only had painkillers and had probably planned on ordering food. You took some soup and other food that are easy to digest as well as some medicine. You almost felt embarrassed at the number of things you had bought. You paid for the grocery and quickly made your way to his apartment.
You knocked on the door, and waited patiently but no one answered. You knocked again, still no answer. You were losing patience and started banging on his door. The door swung open to a sleepy Tooru. He had the worst bed hair you had ever seen, sticking out in all directions. He was only wearing his boxer and a T-shirt and was not so graciously scratching his stomach while rubbing one of his eyes with his other free hand.
“Iwa-chan you’re too loud, you gorilla,” he complained in a hoarse voice. He yawned and finally took a good look at you. His hands stopped as his eyes started widening, you could see his cheeks gradually turning red. He was frozen to the spot, a stupid expression etched on his face. You gave him your sweetest smile.
“A gorilla, huh? I am not sure I am into that new pet name,” you teased him and took a step forward. Before you had time to take one more step, the door was shut abruptly to your face.
You stood in front of the door dumbfounded and you could hear loud noises coming from his apartment. He was probably trying to tidy it as much as he could. You banged on the door.
“If you don’t come out in ten seconds, I am leaving Tooru!” You threatened him. You started to count in your head and the door finally opened again after nine seconds.
Tooru casually leaned against the door frame. He was panting heavily but tried to not show it. He was wearing pants and you noticed that his hair was slightly damp in the hope to tame his bed hair. He gave you one of his charming smiles.
“Hey, there.” His voice sounded funny which made it hard for you not to laugh at his attempt to look cool.
“Hi, there,” you said back, “are we pretending that you were not a total mess two minutes ago?” You mused, raising an eyebrow.
“I-,” he puffed his cheeks, “I didn’t know you would come.”
“Really? Despite the hundreds of messages telling me to come and that you were on the verge of dying,” you put your right hand over your heart and clenched on your shirt, “I must be a terrible lover for you to think that,” you dramatically added.
“The worst. Actually, you’re so bad that I’m willing to sacrifice myself and keep you to myself so that other men won’t have to go through this pain,” he stated proudly with a soft look in his eyes.
“So generous,” you rolled your eyes and chuckled lightly. “Can I come in now?”
Tooru did not move and looked conflicted.
“Are you sure? I mean I have a cold, I don’t want you to catch it…”
“You know what they say, only idiots…” you trailed off and stepped forward.
“Yes, that's why I am worried about you,” he snickered as he moved out of the way to let you in.
You looked at him, seriously pondering if hitting someone sick could be considered a crime.
“Says the actual idiot with a cold.”
He childishly stuck out his tongue at you and you sent him a kiss. You made your way towards the kitchen and put the grocery on the counter. As you began to unpack, you felt two strong arms snaking around your waist and your boyfriend’s face nuzzling into your neck, he gave you a quick kiss on the crook of your neck and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Thank you for coming,” he whispered. You smiled and finished unpacking while Tooru was still embracing you.
“I brought some medicine, I figured you did not take any. You should take some before eating,” you said as you turned around to face him. He was unwilling to let you go which made it harder to face him as you struggled in his embrace. He grimaced at the sight of the medication.
“They taste awful,” he complained as he put them aside.
“Seriously? How old are you again? I didn’t know I had to shop for a little kid.”
“You’re so mean ____-chan. You should not be mean to a sick person,” he sighed, pouting, letting you go and grabbing the bottle of syrup on the counter.
“And a sick person should not be all over their loved one spreading their germs,” you retorted, “drink this and then go back to bed!”
He narrowed his eyes at the syrup and unwillingly poured some on a spoon. He made a gagging noise at the smell. He pinched his nose and quickly drank it. His face contorted in disgust.
“See, it wasn’t that bad you big baby.”
“It was terrible! I would not even recommend it to Tobio-chan!” He groaned and then seemed to be in a deep reflection, “well maybe for Tobio-chan…”
You rolled your eyes and pushed him towards his bedroom. Once he was comfortably in bed and after he had begged you to stay with him, you went back to the kitchen to make something for the both of you. You opted for a pea and carrot soup with rice. You put on a timer and took advantage of the rice boiling to check on Tooru. He was, fortunately, still laying in his bed watching intensely at a video on his phone. You did not have to check to know that it was something volleyball-related. His eyes left his screen and fell on you. He smiled gently and put down his phone next to him. He pushed his cover aside and motioned for you to join him. You slowly closed the door behind you and joined him under the cover, snuggling under the cover. You planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, it was still warm. You buried your face in his chest and he engulfed you in his arms, bringing you closer to him. His head was resting on top of yours. His hands were gently caressing your back. You stayed still for a moment, but you could feel his hands wandering not so aimlessly under your shirt.
“Tooru…”
He hummed in response and started to give you small kisses on your neck.
“What is it ____? Do you want me to stop?” He asked despite still leaving trails of kisses all over your face and neck.
“You should rest, you’re sick,” you said without much conviction.
Before you could comprehend what was happening, Tooru had you pinned under him on his bed.
“I am fine. You should read the room ____-chan,” he said in an attempt to sound sensual, but his voice still sounded funny from his blocked nose. You found it more adorable than seductive.
His face came closer to yours; you closed your eyes anticipating his kiss. Instead, you felt something moist falling on your cheek. You immediately opened your eyes and looked at Tooru’s face hovering an inch from yours, snot running down his nose.
“Ewww Toooooru, that’s disgusting!” You laughed half-disgusted, half-amused, as you pushed him away from you. “You should read the room,” you repeated mockingly.
He looked at you puzzled by your sudden outburst, seemingly offended.
“I am not disgusting thank you very much,” he huffed and sniffled. That is when he noticed that he had snots coming out from his nose. He immediately covered his face and looked down at you as he was still on top of you. His eyes stopped on the wet spot on your cheek and his face completely changed into a mixture of horror and shame. He rapidly left the bed, almost tripping on the clothes on his floor. He grabbed the box of tissues on his nightstand and immediately cleaned your face, apologizing profusely, eyes not meeting yours. Once, he had made sure that your face was clean, he blew his nose. He stayed seated on the floor, his head hanging low. It must have been a blow to his ego.
“It’s fine Tooru,” you were about to add something when you heard the timer ringing. You hurriedly left the room to prepare the food. You put everything on the tray and came back to his room. He was curled up under his cover, hiding. You put the tray on the nightstand and sat next to him.
“Come on little snail, come out of your shell, dinner is ready,” you said patting his back.
“Don’t make fun of me ___-chan, I am mortified!” He whined.
You smiled, holding back a chuckle.
“That was so uncool,” he continued whining and groaning.
“It was,” you said, and he groaned, “but you’re sick it could have happened to anyone, don’t worry. Now let me see your pretty face and let’s eat before it gets cold.”
The covers moved as his pouty face poked out of it. You smiled at him and squeezed his cheeks together until his lips puckered. You kissed him and turned your attention toward the food. You felt the mattress move under his weight and suddenly his arms snaked around your waist.
“I love you,” he whispered and sat next to you on the bed, opened up his laptop, and turned on your tv show.