Hi! Love your blog! Could you please do a scenario or headcanons for Samatoki, Gentaro and Jakurai (separately) taking care of their sick s/o? Thank you!
Hello! I’m happy you love it! I hope you will like these scenarios as well; I really enjoyed your prompt, so thank you for sending it in! ^^
Taking care of a sick s/o
“Thank you very much, we hope to see you again.”
Samatoki excited the supermarket and in a not-so-slow pace, headed over his lover’s house. They had been feeling sick for three days now, and he was starting to get worried. Not that he would admit it, though.
He couldn’t understand why, but every time his s/o was ill, he felt his heart clench; he was willing to be him the sick one if that meant that they would recover. Was this what people called love? No, it couldn’t be. Sure, he really liked them, but that was that.
No way in hell I’m in love.
Sighing, he climbed up the stairs which brought him right in front of their apartment. He only needed to ring the bell once before his s/o came at the door.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” they said, their voice low and weak.
“What the hell do you mean? Weren’t you in bed?! Didn’t I say that you had to rest?!”
“No buts. Go to bed, now. I’ll cook something for you.”
Their lover smiled widely before nodding and walking up to their room, they turned once to mouth a thank you and blowing a kiss to Samotoki. He furrowed his eyebrows, rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen, acting as if that action didn’t make his heart warmer.
After having cooked and placed the dinner on a tray, he brought it to his s/o’s room, and put it on their bedside table.
“Don’t force yourself,” he said, as he helped them sit up, “How are you feeling?”
“Still a bit dizzy and cold.”
Samatoki looked around and found a cover on the desk chair, he took it up and lay it on the bed sheet, “I can bring some more covers from my place if you want.”
“There’s no need, thank you.”
Samatoki made sure that they were covered properly, before sitting on the bed so that he could spoon-feed them. When they looked at him with wide eyes, Samatoki realized what he had actually done and placed the spoon back in the bowl again, and handed it to them.
“You can eat alone, you don’t need me,” he mumbled. He could hear his face burning and even if in the room there wasn’t much light, he was sure that his s/o had noticed his red cheeks.
“Samatoki, you’re very sweet,” his lover commented.
“Just eat already,” he replied, standing up and exiting the room; in the background, his s/o giggled at his behaviour. He went to the kitchen and placed his palms on the table, shaking his head.
“Are you feeling better than this afternoon?” Gentaro asked through the phone to his lover, who had been sick for all the day.
“Not really, I actually feel worse.”
“My my, someone didn’t take their medicine, am I correct?”
From the other line of the call no reply came, and Gentaro could already imagine his s/o pouting guiltily.
Gentaro could only sigh, Childish as always…
“If you tell me a story, then I’ll take it,” his lover told him.
“If that is all it takes,” he said and was ready to start, but he got interrupted by the other one’s voice.
“You have to come here, though. And no, I’m not joking.”
He laughed out loud, but eventually closed the call and got out of his house. When he reached the other’s place, he was welcomed by a warm smile which he returned. They moved to the living room, and Gentaro wrapped his lover with a warm cover while they cuddled on the couch.
Stroking their hair, he started to tell his story. He had invented it right on the spot, so he couldn’t really understand himself where this was going, but he knew that the main characters were two lovers. Living on the two opposite sides of the city, they met by chance in the middle of a summer festival. They fell in love at first sight, even though they didn’t even introduce themselves that night. However, destiny was on their side because they met again at Shibuya 109 a week later, and there their love story started.
“That’s not fair, you’re talking about us,” his lover complained.
“Is there something more beautiful than our own story?” he asked, patting their head.
His s/o hid their faces on his neck, to cover their blushing and this amused Gentaro very, very much. He didn’t tease them, though, instead he kept on narrating, recalling all their beautiful memories.
Dating a doctor meant that whenever you felt sick, they would list everything you’ll need to take and some other advice to get better. This applied to Jakurai as well, because as soon as he heard that his s/o was sick, he had sent them a long detailed message on what to do and not to do.
Jakurai didn’t only text them during the day to check up on them, but he would also stop at their house for an examination. And so, for the fifth night in a row, Jakurai was sitting on his lover’s bed, stethoscope pressed on their chest and after on their back.
“Your airway has improved. Most likely in two days you will be fine again.”
“Thanks doc,” their reply was, before placing a kiss on his hair.
“You shouldn’t have any physical contact with people when you’re sick.”
“That’s why I kissed you on your hair,” they said, smiling.
Jakurai chuckled, and put back his stethoscope in his bag. Then, he started to search for his thermometer but couldn’t find it, no matter how he shifted all the things inside his bag, “I must have left it at the hospital.”
He looked at his lover, who was watching him confused. He brought up a hand to their forehead and stayed still for some seconds, before placing his hand on his own.
“Your fever must have decreased. That is good news.”
His lover was frozen in their place, as if that sudden interaction surprised them. They’ve been dating for five months, so Jakurai was quite amused to see that they could still blush for such a tiny thing.
“I’m sorry if I startled you. I should have asked you first.”
“N-No, it’s fine…” they mumbled.
“I will prepare dinner for you. Is there anything you wish for?” he questioned with his usual kind smile.
“Alright,” he said, before proceeding on tucking in their lover, “Rest while I’m cooking.”
The other one nodded and Jakurai, gently lowering himself, left a sweet kiss on their hair as well.
