Chuuya wakes up to his precious princess burning up with a fever. Oh what to do.. WC: 503
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Chuuya stirs awake in the middle of the night, bleary eyed. Now, Chuuya usually runs warm, and you, you usually run cold. God, he doesn’t even wanna think about the amount of times you’ve snuck up on him just to slide your damn cold hands up his shirt and watch him jolt.
But right now, you’re dripping.. And not in his preferred sense of the term. “..The hell?” He groans, sitting up with his weight balanced on his elbow and hip. He narrows his eyes, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.. As your features come into view, he sees your flushed face, with your baby hairs slicked down, with sick salty beads dribbling past.
“Mmnh.. Baby.. You up?” He murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Nngh.. Whahuh..?” You murmur in your sleep, just barely passing as conscious.. “You’re burning up.. Cmon, wake up.” He shakes your shoulder.
“Mmbh.. Huh?” You murmur, as your sleepy eyes just barely creak open.. Just enough to see Chuuya’s worried face. “I said, you’re burning up. Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me?” He huffs, sitting up straighter to look at you. “Mmh? No m’not.. Im not sick..” You murmur, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your reddened cheek.. “I wasn’t sick.”
He sighs softly, “Yeah, well you are sick. How do you feel?” You think for a moment, taking in the sensations your body is experiencing.. “Hot.. Really hot.. A little dizzy.. Headache.. And kinda stuffy..” He frowns. “..I’ll go see what we have in the medicine cabinet, alright Baby? Just.. lie back down. Don’t fall asleep.”
“Mhmn..” you murmur, lying back down and snuggling into the blankets.. The bed is warm and inviting, and with the pounding headache all you wanna do is close your eyes. So you do. You won’t fall asleep, you tell yourself.
Y’know it’s kinda crazy that people get sick.. Like there are just little organisms that live to hurt people.. Come to think of it, some people are like that too.. Huh—
“Babe. Wake up.” Chuuya’s voice causes your eyes to flutter open again. “Wasn’t sleepin..” You mumble.. Sleep catching on your tongue.. “Sure.. Here, I found some Benadryl. Should help with your fever, and the headache. And your stuffy nose.” You groan softly as he slips a hand under your back, and lifts you into a sitting position.
“Hate Benadryl..” You pout, as he hands you two bright pink tablets and a glass of water. “Uh huh. Am I gonna have to make you take it? It’s too late for this, Babe.” You nod, reluctantly..
Begrudgingly, you pop the two tablets into your mouth and take a sip of water, before swallowing. “Done..” You grumble as you flop back down onto the bed. Almost immediately you let your eyes flutter shut again.
“That tired, huh?” You nod your head against the pillow.. He sighs, before climbing back into bed with you. “Sweet dreams, Doll.”
Footnotes:
layout heavily ib by luvseii ! check them out, they also do BSD content! however their content is 18+, so mdni!
although this layout is ib by luvseii i did not steal the dividers from them! i made them myself, if you wish to use them please credit me!
do you write x reader stuff? if so, could you write some kunikida x reader sickfic with sick reader? headcanons or any kind of writing is good!!
ough i know i'm on hiatus but i just couldnt resist this is a top tier ask anon.... this does not mean i'm back, i'm just here to drop off some food for yall and scratch my itch for sickfic
Kunikida x gn!agency!Reader sickfic headcanons (established relationship) (Yosano is busy, for plot convenience)
Kunikida has things written in his notebook for what's most effective for you when you're sick, your mannerisms, comfort foods, remedies, average recovery time, etc., especially if you get sick a lot.
He stays beside you as much as he can, doing work for the Agency remotely on his laptop. Whether you're an independent type of person or not, he knows you get sensitive when you're feverish and his instinct to not leave you alone outweighs his personal philosophy of never skipping a day of work.
He does his best to stay calm and rational for you, but -- especially in the beginning -- he is Panicked as Fuck internally. Is he doing everything right? Are you comfortable? Are you feeling worse than you're telling him? When the hell will Dr. Yosano be back from her trip? The two have been having at least three text conversations a day solely about your condition, though they mostly consist of Yosano telling Kunikida that he needs to calm down. And eat, for Christ's sake.
Feelings are complicated for Kunikida, they've always been. He gets so conflicted, seeing you in a state like this and feeling anything other than worry. You're so miserable, but at the same time, so beautiful. And it's awful, he thinks, to romanticize something so painful for you, but he just can't help it when he loves you so much.
Kunikida is very gentle with you, his touches are feather-light and he's just so apologetic if he does so much as bump you or make you stir from a nap.
He does not want you exerting yourself, ignoring the obvious hypocrisy. No working, no cleaning, no cooking... You want to get back to the Agency as soon as possible, don't you? Then stay in bed for a faster recovery.
He is always on top of everything, whether it be medication, retaking your temperature, changing out a cooling patch, making sure you drink water, or anything else. He has many timers set for when you can take more medication. He always feels bad when he has to wake you up in order to do any of these things, but it's simply too important to stick to the schedule he's planned out for taking care of you.
Numbers. He's obsessed with the number on your thermometer, writing it in his notebook each time he does another reading. If it isn't going down, he's convinced he's doing something wrong. If it's going up, even just a little, not only are you in grave danger and all of the alarm bells are blaring in his head, but he's failing you. He would never show you how upset he is, but it consumes him. He's only able to cry when he's sure you're fast asleep.
He isn't quite sure how to handle delirium. Almost every other aspect of a fever can be measured or tracked, but this is unpredictable and outright strange. He just has to go with you saying goofy, uncharacteristic shit, then getting all sappy and telling him how much you love him, then crying a few minutes later, confused and intelligible. All he can do is cup your face, wiping your tears and trying his best to soothe you.
Even after you're feeling better, he still wants you to take one more day off to recharge yourself and restore all that lost energy. After that, he still hovers over you for the next few days at work.
Teehee this was fun!! I love character x reader content, let me know if you'd like more and I just might return~ ^^
CW: Mentions of nausea and throwing up, but no graphic descriptions
Junichirou’s Perspective
I can feel my stomach churning, and that familiar acidity rising in my throat. I’m going to be sick.
I knew I shouldn’t have come along, the agency didn’t even need me for this trip. It was Kenji who insisted that I come along so I wouldn’t miss the dolphins in the bay. He doesn’t know about my terrible motion sickness and being as spineless as I am, I couldn’t say no to him.
Now I wish I had.
It’s late afternoon but the summer sun is still high in the sky, the weather hot and sticky. My back aches and I feel lightheaded from being bent over the railing for so long.
Then I get an idea. It’s probably stupid, but no one is paying attention to me so I should be safe. I plug in my earbuds and press the dial button for the first contact in my phone. At first, the ringing is uncomfortably loud then the call is answered and his voice fills my ear.
“Jun? You good? You only call if there’s an emergency.”
I don’t answer right away, letting Michizou’s warm voice wash over me. I swallow thickly.
“Junichirou?”
“Sorry,” I whisper
“What for? You’re not hurt, are you? Why are you whispering?” Panic enters his voice. I shake my head before remembering he can’t see me.
“N-no. I’m-“ My voice fades out as my stomach roils, threatening to send its contents back up. I think I’d die if I puked while talking to Michi on the phone, that’d be way too embarrassing. I shouldn’t have called. “It’s stupid. You can hang up if you’re busy.”
“I’m not. I’m at lunch with Gin and Higuchi. I'm glad you called too, cuz they were being all disgustingly lovey-dovey. And I’m sure whatever you called me for ain’t stupid. What is it?” Despite the loud conversations around him, his voice is comforting.
“I . . . well, I’m getting motion sick and I think I’m gonna puke. I . . . uh . . . just thought that hearing your voice might distract me a bit.” It sounds dumb as I say it.
He doesn’t answer, the line crackles in silence.
“See, I told you it was stupid.”
“No, it’s not. Where are you? In a car?” His voice is calm now, with a serious tone and I can imagine his expression, cool as he thinks through the situation. The background is quieter now like he’s stepped even farther away from wherever he was.
“On a boat, we’re looking for evidence in a murder case that was dumped in the bay. The waves are bad today though, so . . .”
“So that’s why we’re whispering.” I can see him nodding to himself. I smile at the thought, “Where are your meds?”
“I left them at home,” I admit.
“Of course you did. I’d bring you some, but . . .” He laughs, the affectionate teasing sending warmth through me. “So what should I do?” The teasing turns to sympathy.
“Can we just talk? About anything.” The desperation leaks through as another wave rocks the boat.
“Sure. . . .” He hums trying to think of a topic, I find myself tapping out the rhythm on the railing focusing on it instead of the rocking of the boat. He ends the melody with a flourish, “Today I ran into Elise, you know, the Boss’s kid or whatever.”
I turn on the camera and nod, still not trusting myself to speak. Michi seems to get it.
“Yeah, well she somehow bribed him to wear not only a maid outfit but a nurse outfit and one of those supposedly “sexy” devil costumes. She showed us all the pics. It was a riot but I felt kinda weird looking at them, you know. Like it was an invasion of privacy, and also if the Boss knows I saw them he might give me desk duty indefinitely.”
I laugh, so hard that my stomach pain increases fivefold but it feels good.
“That’s the only really funny story I have for today, some other stuff happened too, we had an assassination job, but if you think you’re gonna puke maybe I’d best not tell you those. . . . Anyways, want me to make dinner tonight. I might need your help, but I can do most of it. I know being sick always makes you tired.”
I think I can speak again, I take a breath, sighing when I find my stomach has settled down considerably. “Yeah, I would like that, make it something light though, a soup or something.”
“Cool. And, uh, don’t feel bad about calling, I’m happy to help. And seeing Gin with Higuchi was making me miss you a lot, I miss you right now.” He sounds awkward, still new to expressing emotions so blatantly. My stomach clenches, not out of nausea, but wanting. Seeing him over the phone isn’t enough, I want his arms around me, his lips brushing my cheek.
“I miss you too, but I guess I should let you go before Gin and Higuchi get suspicious.” I’ll admit even I can tell I sound pouty, but I know the longer I stay on the call the more likely it is for one of the other agency members to catch me.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But promise you’ll call me back if you start feeling bad again.” I can hear the worry in Michizou’s voice even as he tries to hide it. It makes my heart flutter in my chest.
“Okay,” I say the word but don’t hang up, neither does he. We exist for a moment in comfortable silence.
“They’re so wrapped up in each other I think we have at least another hour before they realise.” He rolls his eyes.
I smile.
He starts telling me about how Akutagawa was being creepy while referring to some short story about some gate, and I bask in the warm glow of his voice and enthusiastic facial expressions as he talks. Soon I’m laughing so hard I drop my phone, my earbuds yanked out of my ears. I can faintly hear Michizou complaining about how I “dropped” him.
I bend down to pick up the device but someone is already handing it to me. Kenji.
My breath catches and I feel nauseous again. Maybe he’ll be really nice and won’t tell.
He stares at the phone screen, and Michizou stares back, as if maybe if he’s still enough Kenji will think he’s just a photo. Or maybe he’s in shock. After a second he clicks off the camera and hangs up belatedly.
“Why were you talking to the Bandaid guy? Is he your friend?” Kenji asks it with no malice whatsoever, but if he knows he might tell the others, not realising the ramifications.
I think about asking who he’s referring to, and playing dumb but it’s too late for that.
“Oh, um, we were just . . . He’s my friend, but you can’t tell anyone okay.”
“Okay! Is he nice like Cool Hat-san?”
I snort at his nickname for Executive Nakahara. “Well, he’s nice to me, but he can be a little mean sometimes, you know.”
“Oh, he’s just like Cool hat-san then!”
“What do you mean?”
“Cool hat-san always seems so angry but one day I saw him and Dazai-san snuggling with each other through the window of Dazai-san’s dorm. And he must be a really good hugger because Dazai-san kept telling him not to stop. I was only walking by so I don’t know the rest, but they seem also to be good friends.”
I’m so shocked that I can’t answer for a whole minute. I’m not sure what the hell is going on between those two but I know they weren’t snuggling. Before I can form an acceptable reply, Kenji asks: “Is Bandaid guy a good snuggler?”
If I was drinking or eating anything I would have spit it out. I can feel my entire face heating up. I’m not sure whether I’m saved or doomed even further because Atsushi is walking over to me.
“Junichirou! What’s wrong? You’re all red!”
“Ohhh, I . . . uhh, I’m just seasick is all, I hate boats!” I groan again, patting my stomach to add extra effect.
Atushi nods, “Oh, I didn’t know. Are you alright? Should I bring Naomi?” He sounds unsure and cringes as he says my sister’s name.
“No!” It comes out too quickly, I force myself to sound calmer, “Don’t bring Naomi, I can handle a little sickness myself. I’ll be fine with a few deep breaths.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod.
Atsushi walks back towards the boat’s cabin.
“Maybe you should call Bandaid guy again, tell him to bring you some medication when we return to the dock,” Kenji says, too loudly, because Atsushi turns back around.
I expect him to make a scene but he just walks over calmly.
“Who’s ‘Bandaid guy?’”
“A friend.” I can hear the shaking in my voice. Atsushi hates the mafia, he’ll never trust me again if he were to find out.
He squints as if thinking then his eyes widen, he stares straight at me. He knows.
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
“I see. Hope you feel better.” is all he says before walking off again.
WHAT? WHY? Isn’t he going to tell? How is he just okay with that?
-
Everyone else is so busy with the evidence being pulled up from the seafloor that I’m alone again.
The anxiety has turned back into motion sickness, even worse than last time, so despite already being caught once, I do the only thing I can think of, I call Michizou back.
He answers on the first ring.
“Worse?” he asks
“Yeah.” is all I can manage.
“How bad?”
“Bad.” I cringe at the croaky sound of my voice.
“Okay. What can I do?”
“Just talk?”
“Sure. I already told you most of the funny things. Does it matter the topic?”
“Nothing gory.”
“Hmm.” I hear him shuffling around, “How about this? It’s a collection of poems, I got it from my brother . . . it’s what they sent back when he, well, you know.”
He takes my silence and heavy breaths for a yes and starts to recite the poetry. I close my eyes and lay down on the boat deck soaking in his gentle words.
Kenji’s Perspective
After a long day, the boat is finally back in the dock and we’re all gathered at the rail where the ramp will drop for us to get back on the ground, all but one.
“What the hell is he doing?” Yosano-san asks, pointing to Junicihrou-san lying on the boat’s deck with his earbuds in. He looks serene.
“I dunno,” says Atsushi-san.
“I think he’s talking to a Band-Aid guy, or maybe he’s listening to music.”
Oops. What do I do now? I’ll have to apologise to Tanizaki-san for revealing the secret.
“Baindaid guy? Is he a doctor?” Yosano-san asks
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, but no, I don’t think he’s a doctor. I saw him on Facetime, he looked way too young.” I shrug.
I did recognise him, from the raids on the office, but I don’t know his name. I hope she doesn’t ask if I know him. I’m a terrible liar. Thankfully Atsushi steps up.
Atsushi’s Perspective:
I tap Kenji on the shoulder and he steps back.
If you’d asked me to lie even a few months ago, I’d have totally flaked, but these past few months of excusing for gaps in time have improved my skills greatly. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.
“Maybe he’s a friend from school? The siblings go to the local High School, right? Surely the two of them must have some friends besides us to see when they’re not working? If not that’s sad.”
Yosano-san nods, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Maybe? But they’re pretty weird so I’m not sure. They've never mentioned anyone. If it is a friend, though, I’m glad. Maybe Noami will find a nice boy to get attached to instead of her brother.” She sounds doubtful. I don’t blame her.
“Eh, well just go and get him. I’m sure he’ll tell you if you ask.” Kunikida-san says
I can’t help frowning at this. “Yeah, he probably will.” It comes out louder and more bitter than I intended.
“What’s that face for?” he asks.
“He’s scared of Yosano-san, and you know it. It’d be unfair to use that against him. He probably doesn't want to tell us, so don’t make him, okay.” I’ve never snapped at him before, and I’m not sure if this qualifies, but I don’t want Junichirou to say anything he isn’t ready to yet.
Ryu told me about them as soon as they got together. And . . . I know that Motojirou-san has a massive crush on Yosano-sensei
She frowns back at me. “Okay? Jeez. What’s got you so intense about this so suddenly?”
“I- I, he just looks really relaxed. If he’s not in pain from the seasickness anymore, does it matter?”
“I suppose not.” She concedes, still looking very suspiciously at me. After a tense moment of staring, we both nod. The boat is almost to the dock, and Junichirou is still lying on the deck.
Kunikida-san is walking over to him, probably worried about his schedule, we were out here longer than planned. The last thing he wants is for disembarkment to be delayed. Poor Junichirou.
Kunikida’s Perspective:
I have patience for Junichirou’s affliction, of course I do, but if he doesn’t get up soon, we’ll have to carry both him and the evidence off the boat. I’m sure Kenji wouldn’t mind, but, still . . .
As I look down at him, it’s impossible to miss that he looks more serene than I’ve ever seen him, and on a boat of all places. His breathing is steady and even. He’s hovering on the edge of sleep. I wonder what he’s listening to. White noise maybe? Surely not waves?
I almost don’t want to wake him. Alas, it’s necessary.
“Tanizaki-kun, please get up. We’re at the dock now. You won't feel ill anymore.”
He doesn’t stir. After a moment I give him the lightest of taps with my toe.
“Mmm, Michi? No. Let me sleep a bit more, okay? I’ll have soup later.”
“Michi? Who’s Michi? It’s me, Kunikida-san. Your superior at the agency.”
He jolts up, eyes wide. Is this “Michi” his girlfriend? If so, I can see how that would be embarrassing.
“Wha– I-I’m so sorry. I thought, uh, I thought that you were, uh, my . . . brother. Yeah, my bro Michi, uh, you know.”
Brother? But, he has no other family members besides Naomi, as far as I’m aware.
I look him dead in the eye, daring him to continue. He powers down his phone, probably ending whatever audio he was listening to.
“Tanizaki-kun, you don’t have a brother.”
He blinks slowly, processing. “M-maybe I do . . .”
“Tanizaki-kun. I don’t really care who you were talking to, but you do need to get up. Come on.”
He looks distinctly relieved as I help him to his feet. He sways a little but seems alright overall.
-
When we return to the office, the President relives Junichirou of his duties for the day.
“Go home, Tanizaki-kun. Rest up.”
“T-thank you, sir.” Junichirou bows deeply, still looking a little shaken.
Poor boy. Today wasn’t easy on him. Kenji apologises for suggesting he come along as he goes, but Junichirou shakes his head, saying it’s fine, telling him not to feel guilty.
Junichirou’s Perspective:
It’s nice that Noami agreed to stay at the office to help out with paperwork in my place. Even a few months ago she would have never.
After lying down for so long, it feels odd standing up. My head spins and my legs feel heavy. I still feel hot with the embarrassment from earlier with Kunikida-san.
When I’m far enough away from the office, I pull out my phone and dial Michizou again.
The car park feels way too large, and heat radiates off the concretised ground. Since when did the earth rotate so fast? Maybe it’s just me?
“Hey, Jun, you hung up on me earlier, what happened? Are you back now?”
“ . . . Yeah, and I th-think I’m gonna pass out. P-please come pick me up.”
“Shit! Yeah, where are you?”
“Uhh, everything a bit fuzzy honestly.”
“Jun? Shit, uh, stay awake okay, er, sit down if you can, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I do, leaning against some stranger’s car. It does help. “I’m sitting, I’ll share my location.”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
-
I open my eyes to the screeching of tyres. It’s close, but I can’t bring myself to move, too afraid I’d only fall. Which I guess doesn’t make much sense since I’m already sitting.
“Jun! Hey, Jun, you good?”
Michizou stands over me. He crouches down, tucking my hair back.
“Hey, come on, let’s get up.”
He starts to lift me but his body is too warm against mine, I shove him off.
“Too hot.”
“Sorry. I’ve got water.” He holds out a thermos, I take it eagerly, almost dropping it, but it doesn’t fall, only floats. It’s cool. I watch it in awe for a minute.
“Jun? Are you alright? You need to drink.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m just a bit out of it.” I must be more ill than I thought, It’s obviously just Michi’s ability that’s making the thermos float.
“Okay, tell me if you feel sick again.”
“Yeah.” Carefully, I take a sip. The cool water does wonder, the fog clearing so quickly it makes me a little dizzy again.
“Better?”
“Much.”
“Good, I have meds at home, and soup too, you’ll need to eat.” He says as he opens the door for me.
I don’t realise that he’s given himself the driver’s side until I’m already under the safety belt, hand movements on autopilot.
“Wait, Michi, you know I have to drive. If I don’t I’ll get sick again.” I start to unbuckle the belt, but it’s a bit harder than usual, with so many straps. Michizou puts a hand over mine to stop me.
“Juni.” It’s a sweet nickname, one he almost never uses. I can count the number of times on one hand, and this is only the second. It makes me feel ready to melt. “You’re all dizzy and shit. Let me drive, yeah? We’ll be home soon.”
“But . . . I’ll get sick again.” It’s babyish of me, I know and I hate how whiny I sound but, “Michi, I really don’t want to be sick again.”
He leans over the console, hugging me from the side. He smells nice, and the motion is gentler than usual. He rubs my shoulder and runs his fingers through my hair. The small action does wonders for the blooming headache, “I know. But you’re not good right now. Just this once? You’re always fixin’ me up when I’m down, so let me help you today.”
His hands feel so good that my eyes start to close. He’s right, there’s no way in any universe I could operate a vehicle like this. And he’s a better driver than me on my best day, more experienced.
“Yeah, I’m dumb.”
“No, you’re not,” he assures. “Just close your eyes. I’ll wake you at home.”
-
When Michizou’s voice draws me from sleep I open my eyes to the sight of the out kitchen counter overhead light. It’s off, sparing me from a worse headache. Am I . . . on the counter? He must’ve carried me in and put me here. I blush a little. There’s something cool on my forehead, a flannel, I think. Do I have a fever? I thought I was just seasick, but maybe . . .
“You’re really warm, not a fever, but I think you got heat stress,” Michizou informs me, his voice drifting in from the bedroom.
“Oh,” Is all I can say. I notice that he’s stripped me down to my pants and tank top. I do feel better. “Why am I on the counter, though?”
He blushes this time, “I dunno, I figured the sofa would be too hot since you’re kinda sweaty.”
“Makes sense.” Our sofa is very warm, and covered with blankets that Gin and Ichiyou-kun gave us.
The room only blurs a little when I sit up. I wring the now slightly warm cloth out in the sink.
“Google said a cool bath would help bring down your temp and with the headache. How sick do you feel? Do you wanna eat first? Or can the meds wait.”
I consider myself for a moment. I’m still a little queasy. I was asleep so I didn’t get sick in the car, but the ride didn’t exactly help. The medication would bring relief, but I’m still worried whatever I eat might come right back up. I hate throwing up. You’d think it’d be easy after all this time, but it hurts. Maybe if I wait it out, the queasy feeling will go away. “Bath first, I think.”
“Kay, I’ll run the water.”
-
The bath fills quickly, and because I don’t have to wait for the water to cool, I can get in right away. It feels like heaven after all day on the hot boat deck. I just soak for a minute, listening to Michizou finish dinner in the kitchen. He’s not amazing at cooking, but he can make about five dishes really well, and soup happens to be one of them.
Michi was right, I am sweaty. I should probably shower.
Lazily, I drain the tub and turn on the shower nozzle. Standing up reminds my stomach of the boat, but the cold water helps.
-
“Soup’s done. There’s cucumber salad too, and watermelon cuz Gin went to the farmer’s market. I gotta cut it though.”
“Mmm, sounds good. I’m almost done.” I hope my stomach can take it.
“You decided to shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Feeling better?”
“A lot.”
I hear him start to return to the kitchen.
“Wait.”
“Yeah? Do you need help?”
“Could you wash my hair?” I’m grateful he can’t see me, it makes the request easier. I’m so used to having affection sort of forced on me by Naomi, as pure as her intentions may be, that it’s made me shy to ask for it.
“Sure, let me just wash my hands. Be there in a sec.”
-
I hear the tap shut off and Michi’s footsteps, almost silent across the wooden floor.
The door opens. He smiles, softer than his usual fanged grin. He’s holding a pitcher and a stack of clothes. I must’ve forgotten do get mine.
I sit, waiting patiently as he fills it.
“So, did your colleagues find the evidence they were looking for? For all that trouble, they better have.”
The phrasing makes me laugh. “You’re so formal sometimes.”
He looks down, focusing on the label of the shampoo bottle, “Yeah well, my mum had high standards for me growing up because of my brother, she beat it into me before I left. Some of it stuck, I guess.”
I smile, not that can take away all he’s been through, but I can try. “They did find it, I’m not sure what it was though.”
He laughs at that. “Tip your head back.”
I do, letting the cool water cascade over my head.
-
He helps me up.
The clothes in the stack are a mix of mine and his. I borrow from him so much it’s hard to keep track. Well, I say that, but our styles are actually quite distinct. I don’t care, not really. His black tee is well-worn and comfortable.
While I finish dressing, he dries my hair. It’s at times like this when our two-centimetre height difference is noticeable. He doesn’t have to reach up at all. It’s kind of hot, I won’t lie.
-
Thinking about food is one thing, but at the sight of it, I’m suddenly queasy. Not from motion sickness, per se, but just the anxiety that I’ll be sick again if I eat it, a vicious cycle.
“Michi, ‘m gonna-”
He helps me to the sink, rubbing soft circles over my back.
I haven’t eaten since breakfast, but since I managed to avoid being sick on the boat and in the car, it’s all coming back up. The smell and sight make me sick yet again until my mouth feels disgusting.
“Shit, you’re really not feelin’ good, huh? Maybe I should take your temp again.”
“N-no, m’ not ill. Just worried.”
He seems to get it, as he shifts his hands slowly, running them down my side until his warm palms are against my upset stomach. “I promise, food will make you better, it always does.”
“Y-yeah, I know. M’ just dumb.”
“You really gotta stop sayin’ that.”
“Sorry.”
“That too.”
“Sor- I mean,d pens’t this gross you out.”
“Not really, I’ve seen worse. Besides I’m used to it . . . oh, not from you. You’re fine, I, uh, just had this friend, you know. Anyways, are you good for sec? I’ll get water.”
(A/N: Fukuchi’s always getting hungover lmao)
I nod.
He brings a glass with ice, fills it and hands it to me. I swallow and spit, repeating the process until I can’t taste the bile anymore.
“Better?”
I nod again, still shocked by the rudeness of it.
“You need only eat a bit, just to have something in your stomach before you take the pills. I’m not keen on a repeat of last time.”
There’s that formality again.
Last time. I had a bug so I took paracetamol without eating, got sick then passed out in the bathroom for a few hours.
“Me either.” I let him lead me to the table.
True to his word, and what I know in the back of my mind, the broth is harmless. I manage nearly a whole bowl with a small serving of salad before downing the medication with tea.
-
“See?” He’s smiling as we settle down on the sofa, “You’re fine now.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Now that I’ve cooled down, I miss his warmth again. I pull him closer until he wraps his arms around me.
“I’m so happy that I have you . . . I love you, Michizou.”
Maybe he didn’t hear, but then he leans down, lips brushing my ear, and whispers “Love you too, Juni.”
Suddenly the film isn’t nearly as interesting, not as much as Michizou’s finger in my hair anyway, making me feel all warm and fuzzy. I’m tired today, and I dislike lying, but maybe I’ll tell the President I’m still not feeling so good tomorrow.
i hold your head deep in my arms // dazai & ango sickfic drabble
originally posted on 7th jun 2024
warning for non-graphic vomiting
read on ao3! / 928 words
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dazai is sixteen, slumped over the toilet in the cramped bathroom of bar lupin. the light above his head flickers in a seemingly random way; combined with how much whiskey he had, it makes for an unsettling, almost ethereal experience.
his throat and nose burn. he’s barely eaten today, but his stomach is keen on removing every last drop of alcohol until he’s shivering and barely able to hold himself up.
his body crumples against the bathroom wall as if his head were a massive paperweight, barely having the sense to wipe his mouth with a clammy hand.
he thinks he’ll just fall asleep here. the poor soul tasked with closing the bar will find him eventually. kick him out. then he’ll stumble home, alone.
at first he thinks he’s hallucinating when a warm hand presses into his upper back, too drunk to tell left from right.
“are you done?” comes a quiet, hesitant voice. ango, dazai registers. ango has seen him like this before, only once or twice, though. he later explained that oda thought ango to be more of a comforting presence, so he’d always send ango to check on dazai instead.
dazai shrugs, unmoving. his eyes are shut, his breaths coming in soft pants.
ango frowns. he opens his mouth to say something else when, of course, dazai gags again. ango’s arm darts out to redirect dazai’s head back over to the toilet, the rest of his body soon following suit.
he throws up again. and again.
ango’s whole arm wraps around dazai’s smaller body, mostly to hold him upright, but also for an attempt at comfort. he doesn’t say anything. his own body is starting to droop sideways, as holding someone else up while tipsy is far from easy. ango only turns his head away and waits.
soon, there’s a break in the retching, and ango glances over again. he finds dazai trembling now, white-knuckling the edges of the toilet, saliva dripping from his lips. ango’s heart nearly stops.
he looks so tiny.
his hand moves on some instinct, brushing dazai’s dark, unkempt hair out of his face. he can’t read dazai’s expression thanks to the bandage over his eye, but he can guess at it.
and then dazai heaves again.
ango clicks his tongue, maneuvers himself so he can better hold dazai, then stops as he hears something else. a high-pitched, quiet sound that ango could have easily mistaken for a rat. his chest twists again.
dazai is only dry-heaving now, but he still looks to be in pain with every movement. his trembling is only worsening. then, just as ango brings a hand to his back, he hears dazai murmuring. “no more...”
ango had vowed to stay silent, not wanting to upset a drunk higher-up, but his mouth moves before his brain can catch up.
“it’s alright,” he mumbles. the hand on dazai’s back rubs in tiny circles. “you’re almost done.”
“it hurts...” dazai trails off into another weak gag. it sounds like he can’t get a deep breath in.
ango’s stomach drops as dazai progressively becomes more pathetic. he’s seen him be ill, but he’s also seen him laugh it off afterwards before promptly heading home for the night. ango didn’t even think dazai had it in him to be so… pitiful. his heart genuinely twists at the sight.
“i… i know it hurts.” a rather stupid thing to say, ango thinks, but whatever. “try and breathe for a moment.”
it takes him a few tries, but dazai slowly starts to calm down. he can hardly pull his head out of the toilet before immediately sagging against ango with his entire weight.
it’s warm. dazai can’t help but loosely wrap his arms around ango’s waist, burying his face into his chest.
oddly enough, ango had never really thought about dazai’s age too much. he was a mafia member and friends with oda somehow, and that’s what mattered to him. he didn’t need to know any more than that.
yet now, with slow arms coming to hold dazai’s shivering, thin, cold body, ango truly understands. this is a child.
“i’m here,” ango murmurs, holding dazai against him. he wants to warm him up at least a little bit before they leave.
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dazai’s memory of this is fuzzy in the first place, but he can really hardly remember what happened afterwards. he thinks ango took him home that night, unsatisfied with letting him wander back to his shipping container alone.
the one thing he does remember is how it felt to share a bed with ango. the way dazai curled up against ango’s chest, ango’s warm, soothing hand in his hair. how warm dazai felt.
now, dazai is twenty-two. his phone buzzes for the fifth time in ten minutes; he knows it’s kunikida. he’s late for work.
dazai pulls his head out of the toilet bowl, leaning back against the wall with shaky limbs. his stomach is screaming at him.
in his delirium, he mistakes atsushi’s number for kunikida’s and punches out a short message, then tosses his phone aside.
he can’t walk. he knows he’ll throw up again, so he might as well stay in the bathroom. it isn’t like he’s planning to do anything else today.
he blinks wearily, eyes heavy with exhaustion as he stares at the tile. and just as he shuts his eyes, he hears that low, gentle voice.
it’s alright.
dazai smiles a little. he grabs a towel from the floor, wraps himself in it and curls up on the tile. he’s warm from fever.
It's late in the evening, and everyone's left the office for the day. Or, at least that's what Kenji thought — when he returned to grab something he left behind, he discovered a dazed Atsushi laying on the floor.
"W-Woah! Are you okay?" He rushes over, kneeling down beside him.
"Yeah," Atsushi replies with a pathetic smile, looking just about ready to fall asleep. "I, uh... went to pick a paper up off the floor 'n just didn't wanna get back up... m'tired..."
Kenji tilts his head and puts a finger to his chin. Atsushi doesn't seem like he's lying, but the whole situation is just... odd. Still, he understands that overwhelmingly tired feeling more than anyone else, and he doesn't want to make Atsushi get up if it's too much for him.
"Well, the floor can't be comfortable," he says as he picks Atsushi up with great ease, carrying him to one of the sofas.
Atsushi doesn't move much after he sinks into the soft cushions like they're giving his joints a hug. He just closes his eyes, letting out a soft hum as he begins to drift off.
"Aww... you can nap for a bit. I'll stay with you."
It's a quiet 20 minutes, Atsushi sleeping soundly and Kenji sitting at his desk, keeping himself somewhat occupied, when a shifting noise comes from the direction of the break area. Kenji rolls his office chair to peek inside, just in time to see a groggy Atsushi bury his face in his arm and cough weakly.
kunikida anon here again (the one who asked for the hcs..)
I LOVED THEM SO MUCH. THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH I LOVED THEM????
speaking of; do you maaybe think you could post anything abt kunikida… hcs, art, literally just thoughs, i dont care. i love him sm and you are literally blessing me 🤤💕💕
(you can take ur time ofc, i will wait as long as u need !! )
"Dude, go home."
HELLO KUNIKIDA ANON!! i decided to use this opportunity to get over my art block. i used one of the prompts that @sickficideas gave me :3 thank you for the ask i love kunikida hes my wife trust
Kunikida: "Atsushi. How much sleep did you get last night?"
Atsushi: "...wuh...? uh... e-enough, i guess...?"
Kunikida: "Your light was still on at 5:30, don't lie to me."
Yosano: "What were you doing up at 5:30, Kunikida?"
Kunikida: "I wake up at 5:00 on the dot every morning, it's routine. And I happened to notice an Atsushi-shaped figure stumbling around through the window of his apartment on the way here."
Atsushi: "yeah well... w-what if that's when i wake up too?"
Kunikida: "Is it?"
Atsushi: "...no..."
Kunikida: "Yeah, why don't you take a 30 minute nap on the couch? Dazai, move your ass."
you can take as long as u want with this, but PLEASE feed me more kunikida hcs…. would literally pay (esp if they include yosano/dazai)
kunikida is my fav and all ur hcs about him so far are SO scrumptious??? 💕
ANON THIS ALMOST BROUGHT ME TO TEARS i'm so glad you like my hcs!!! let me cook up some more
edit: SHITT i forgot you said to include yosano and dazai D: sorry!!
og hc post
He's taken care of a sick Katai on multiple occasions. He's pissed that he's not taking proper care of himself, but he truly is concerned. The two are childhood friends, after all.
If a fellow Agency member falls ill and he doesn't notice, he feels extremely guilty about it, thinking it's his fault. I know I keep bringing this up but the Anthology chapter where Kenji catches a cold is a prime example.
Similarly, if he came into work sick (bro has never skipped a day of work in his entire life) and someone catches what he has, he would never forgive himself. Ever. Not in a million years. He'd think about it for weeks, even after they've recovered.
He knows every home remedy in the book, from different soups to teas to essential oils. You cannot simply whine to him about how you're feeling; he'll actually try to solve the problems practically.
Infection is no joke to him. If he or someone else is wounded, keeping it clean is his main concern. But he'd still feel really bad about cleaning someone's wound with alcohol because he knows it stings like hell. Would probably say sorry before he even does anything.
He's 6'2 so obviously it's near impossible for him to look small, but he somehow manages to do it on a day where he feels so sick that he just curls up into the tiniest little ball the Agency has ever seen.
With his neck and shoulder pain, being warm is like heaven to him. He probably owns a heated blanket. However, he can't use it if he has a fever because it'll only raise his temperature more so no matter how much it aches he just has to suffer :((
Imagine a scenario where Kunikida and Atsushi are teamed up for some kind of fight or mission, and Kunikida gets injured or sick somehow, and Atsushi has no idea what to do and is freaking out so Kunikida has to go dad mode and assure him that everything will be okay even though he's the one who needs help.
Junichiro asking Kunikida a question and he responds with "...huh?" He repeats it and Kunikida just tiredly mumbles a nonsense response because he has no idea what Junichiro said because his head just hurts so much and his ears are ringing.
Bonus non-sickfic/whump hcs:
This loser will ask nicely before kissing someone. "May I... kiss you?" ahh agency member 💀
He's not usually a fan of PDA but occasionally enjoys a shoulder massage or hand-holding... and he'd gladly give someone a hug if they're upset.
Again he's tall asf so he can easily put his hand on a shorter member's head or shoulders as a form of grounding or comfort.
This man would hide in a closet to cry before he'd let anyone see him in tears. But he's kind of a loud crier so the others can clearly hear him but they leave him alone to at least give him the illusion of privacy.
He is not 22. No way in hell lol. I headcanon him to be maybe 27.
This is less of a headcanon and more of an observation but HAVE YOU SEEN HIS WAIST???? It's so GRABBABLE he's so malewife man whore slutty girlypop i want him to step on me i mean what-
He's happy to give driving lessons to any of his younger coworkers who are learning how to drive!!
This was fun!! I'm aware that a few of these are a bit ooc but it's my blog sooo womp womp. Tysm for giving me an excuse to write more Kunikida hcs lol.
