“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”
[ caring for stubborn muses. ]
“ you’re too stubborn. ” akutagawa was in no position to argue, laid up in a bed at atsushi’s place. he had fallen ill after a mission. he only had minor scratches from the enemy, someone laughably weak, but after they took care of it, their breath became labored and they collapsed. he couldn’t remember feeling this sick since he was a child. overwork, and the air quality when they were fighting probably caused it. he hated feeling weak.
knowing that the odds were stacked against them, they decided to suck it up and eat the soup. they really weren’t hungry; the feeling in his chest made him nauseous, but he knew atsushi wouldn’t give up until akutagawa ate a suitable amount. they took it a sip at a time, eating what he could. the warmth of the soup eased some of the tightness in his chest. still, they put their spoon down to cover up the coughs they couldn’t hold back. at least they weren’t bloody yet. they leaned back against the headboard. they hated feeling so helpless. he wanted to be alone, so he wouldn’t have to be humiliated like this. “ i ... ” they didn’t want to admit defeat, even if not accepting any more food technically would mean he won the argument. “ this is enough ... jinko. ”
