synopsis: granted, it is a bit gross. the sniffling. the sweating. god, the coughing. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. just a little.
warnings: none, just some light swearing!
KIYOOMI should not be enjoying this as much as he should.
a steady hand brings another spoonful of soup to his lips, blowing on the contents to cool them off.
"this is humiliating," you groan, opening your mouth as sakusa feeds you now-tepid broth, complete with airplane noises and silly voices, "you don't have to feed me."
watching closely, he smiles softly as you thoughtfully chew and swallow, your sore throat bobbing with the motion. he likes taking care of you. maybe a bit too much, if he's being honest.
"of course i do," he quips, already preparing another spoonful, "i'm your partner. it's my job to take care of you."
"no, no more!" you whine, shaking your head, "i don't want to eat anymore. i'm full."
he frowns. you barely ate today. "give me five more bites of soup and finish the rest of your toast."
you sniffle and nod, opening your mouth to welcome the next spoonful of soup, "did you make this yourself?" you ask, congestion muffling your words. kiyoomi thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever heard.
"yeah, i got the recipe from my mother." a small droplet of soup dribbles out of the corner of your lip, but kiyoomi is quick to act, dabbing away the liquid before it reaches your clothes, "she sends her regards, by the way."
"i love that woman." you babble, "i'm surprised you're not freaked out by all this."
"by what? feeding you?"
"no, like," you open your mouth for another spoonful of soup. sakusa rushes to oblige you, happy that you requested more, "all the germs and stuff. earlier i sneezed and a booger shot across the room. a full 10 feet, at least."
"well when you put it like that, it sounds pretty fucking gross." he frowns.
"i thought it was cool."
"you think everything is cool." he sighs, "especially dumb shit like snot rockets." you giggle at the words 'snot rocket' coming out of his mouth.
"but, no, i'm not freaked out." he adds, setting the chipped bowl to the side when you turn your nose up at the next spoonful, "i think i was at first, but we live together," he shrugs, "i can't really protect myself unless i lock you inside the closet for the next two weeks, and that's not an option. if i get sick, i get sick. i've accepted my fate."
"you could go stay with one of your teammates in the mean time, if you're really bothered by it." you note seriously. you know he's trying to act cool in front of you, but you know how big of a sacrifice this is .
"i'd rather catch the plague." his ears perk up at the sound of your laugh, "besides, if i get sick, you get to take care of me." he grins, "won't that be fun?"
"i might lock you in the closet, actually." he scoffs.
"i'm going to wash your dishes," he pokes your cheek. you make an effort to bite the offensive finger but he moves away too quickly, smiling at his victory, "and when i come back you better be nice again."
you stick your tongue out at him. he returns the gesture.
distantly, you hear him humming to himself over the sound of the the rushing sink water, and something in your brain decides it's the perfect white noise to usher you into a light nap. you hadn't realized you feel asleep until you feel the cough dip, rousing you gently.
"how do you feel, love?" he asks, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead and cheeks.
"sleepy," you mumble, "sleepy and cold."
"don't fall asleep yet," he lightly chastises, "you have to take your medicine now."
"noooo," you cry out, "that shit tastes like shit."
he cracks a smile, "i'm pretty sure it's grape flavored, actually."
you glare at him, "i won't take it."
"it'll make you feel better, though."
you shake your head, "not worth it. i would rather die."
"please, baby? for me?" he gives a dramatic show of puppy-dog eyes and a pout, making every effort to coax you into taking your medicine.
you don't cave, placing your palm over your mouth to emphasize your unwillingness.
"if you don't take your medicine, then you don't love me." he deadpans.
"that's literally gaslighting." you call him out, "you're gaslighting me."
"is it?" he questions, "i don't think you know what actual gaslighting is."
"stop!" you laugh, "that's even more gaslighting."
he smiles handsomely, happy that he was able to shake some giggles from your sore throat, "how about this: what's it going to take for you to take your medicine? anything goes."
"you'd do anything?"
he nods firmly, "whatever it takes."
"alright," his determination makes you flush, "take a nap with me."
it's such a simple request, but if you read in between the lines it sounds more like a declaration of love. kiyoomi's always been slack-jawed at the fact that you actually like him. not despite his flaws, but because of them. your love is all-encompassing, and you've adopted his strange habits into your life and accommodated for them as if they were your own. you never ask him for much, you never push too hard. you deserve the world, and kiyoomi will be damned if he isn't the one to give it to you.
he supposes a nap isn't entirely out of the question.
"i can do that," he responds cooly, "i'll get the cough syrup."
it takes 20 more minutes of bickering before you swallow the spoonful of purple syrup, and another 5 minutes of expressing your distaste following the whole ordeal.
taking the heavy comforters usually saved for the winter months from the closet, he settles himself beneath you as the two of you lie down for an afternoon nap.
you've got an army of pillows and blankets around you, an array of fabrics piled up to your chin. despite the countless layers, you're shivering. oh well, he figures, just another excuse to pull you closer.
guess what!!!!!!!!!! more domestic sakusa!!!!!!!! r u noticing a pattern!!!!!
Not gonna lie, he really did look like Itadori š¤·š»āāļø but had to draw this manga panel with his new hair and must say, Iām falling in love.
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