right now was like any other day, im sitting in the living room couch of some of the girls dorm room while they are on live.
right now it was me, kk, aubrey, jana, kayla, paige, and azzi who was currently standing behind kk's phone off camera. the rest of the girls were all stood up and messing around while i sat in the background.
i didn't mind not being a main part of the live, i usually just sit back and watch my girlfriend kk mess around with a huge smile on my face every time without fail.
at this point i had stopped paying attention to whatever was happening on my phone as i turned it off and kept looking at my girlfriend and her friends mess around.
well, more specifically my girlfriend. the way she would laugh, her voice, the way she moved, her attitude, everything about her was so captivating that i couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her.
i got interrupted from my thoughts as i felt a presence next to me who which spoke up.
"alright lover girl we can all see you staring at kk calm down no ones gonna steal her if you look away for a second." i looked to my left to see azzi sitting there with a smile on my face to which i returned.
"oh shut up, don't act like i didn't see you gawking at paige over there." i retaliate in a whisper to the brown haired girl who was now laughing and shaking her head.
"yes but at least i wasn't doing it in front of two thousand people." she says to which i have no response to.
"not my fault i have a beautiful girlfriend that i can stare at." i say shrugging my shoulders as i continued staring not caring what people on the live would say about me.
i guess kk must have noticed me staring cause she whipped her head around to look at me with that goofy smile she always has which made my heart flutter as i looked away a slight hint of red rising upon my face.
i must have been deep in thought cause i didn't notice kk say bye to her live stream and walk over to me.
once i looked up i saw her staring at me with a smile before grabbing my hand and lifting me up. i followed her lead without question as the smile on her face never faltered.
"were gonna go get crumbl cookies c'mon!" she said not giving me enough time to answer before dragging me out into the parking lot where her car was.
"jeez kk they aren't gonna run out of cookies calm down a bit you're so hyper!" i say laughing slightly at how energetic she was.
once we got the cookies kk parked in a random parking lot so we could try each one, by now the sun was setting so we had a beautiful view.
she unlocked her car and got a blanket from the back seat as i followed her confused on what she was doing.
she handed me the box of cookies as she set the blanket down on the floor so we could sit and look at the view.
"i know you love sunsets so i wanted to take you here." kk said to me with the biggest smile on my face.
how did i end up getting to lucky to find a girl like her? my smile never faltered as i put my hand on her face giving her a kiss as we sat down ready to enjoy the cookies with a beautiful sunset to look at as well as a beautiful girl to look at.
i leaned my head on her shoulder as her head leaned on mine, we tried the cookies in silence letting our acts of affection speak for themselves.
"how did i end up so lucky to deserve someone like you?" i ask out of no where catching kk off guard.
"i should be asking that, you're the most perfect girl to ever step foot on earth." i smiled like a kid in a candy store as i interlocked our hands.
with that sense of confirmation i knew it was kk and i against the world forever and always, shes my forever other half.
nsfw g/olden k/amuy modern AU k/oito x t/sukishima snzfic
t/sukishima has a cold while hes away on a business trip and calls k/oito (who has the kink). they’re dating and refer to each other by their first names in this. warnings for written mess, m*sturbation, and slight discussion of kink-related shame. 2.9k words
i havent written fic in yeaaars and am just getting back into it so if it reads a little rusty that's why :') also my first attempt at writing stuffy talk so i hope it's alright!
also if for any reason this shows up in the search results for these characters please look away you didnt see anything 💀
“Home” was a modest apartment he shared with his partner, Hajime Tsukishima. Between Tsukishima’s salaried wage and the money from Koito’s well-off family supporting him through college, the two could have probably afforded something nicer, or something a little closer to the university. But that wasn’t rational, Tsukishima had said. Walking a little more and living a little lighter would be worth it to save money in the long term. Koito couldn’t argue with his partner’s sound logic, as much as he might want to.
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Otonoshin Koito slumped against the subway railing, the doors hissing to a close behind him as he sighed. It had been a long day of studying in the university library and the sheer dreariness of it had worn him out. Being bored was exhausting. But that was over now! He’d finished his schoolwork for the day, picked up a pre-made meal from the nearby convenience store, and caught the train just in time to be headed home for the night.
Koito frowned—although the expression was near indistinguishable from the permanent scowl on his resting face—as the train began to move, quickly picking up speed towards home. Coming home lately didn’t feel as exciting as it normally did. Tsukishima had been away on a business trip for a few days, leaving the apartment feeling horribly cold and lonely when Koito would turn the key and open the door to a dark and silent dwelling.
Hajime, Koito thought, I miss him. He fished out his phone from his pocket to check if he’d received any messages from his lover since he’d last checked. It had been a while; he’d had to turn it off to force himself to focus at the library earlier, so he was pleasantly surprised by the notification reading that he’d received a voicemail from Tsukishima about thirty minutes ago. The happy surprise quickly mixed with feelings of confusion and worry in the time it took the man to find and extract his earphones from his bag. Tsukishima wasn’t the type to call out of the blue or leave voicemails. Was everything okay?
Koito shoved the earpiece into his ear, wasting no time as he pressed play on the voice message.
“Hello, Oto... Sorry to call you while you’re busy.” Was it just his imagination, or did Tsukishima’s voice sound a bit more... gruff than usual? Koito held his breath subconsciously.
“I just wandted to talk to you for a bit-” No. No, he definitely sounded congested. “Just to check ind and see how... hheh... hh-Excuhhhse mb-”
Koito‘s thumb slammed against the glass of his screen, bringing the audio playback to an abrupt pause. Only then did he remember to breathe, looking up from his phone to force his mind back to the present. He stared out the window at the scenery that raced by just as fast as his thoughts. Oh my god. Is Hajime sick? Koito felt his face flush as it hit him.
He pulled the earphones from his ear and stuffed them back in his bag, removing his ability to listen to the rest of the voicemail. It was his best attempt at self control. After all, the train was not the place to be getting worked up about his lover’s sneezes! Glancing out the window once more, he grit his teeth upon seeing that he was still a good few stops away from home. He was going to have to be strong until then. At least he had found a reason to be excited to go home tonight.
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Koito made the trek from the station to his apartment in half the time it usually took, effortlessly weaving his way between crowds and passersby blocking his path. He sprinted up the stairs of his apartment building, a simple feat for his lean and fit body, and let himself into his unit at record speed. Kicking off his shoes, he hurriedly washed his hands in the kitchen and stripped off his day clothes in the bedroom—nonnegotiable hygiene essentials.
Standing there in his (expensive designer brand, of course) boxer briefs, he attempted to reign in his speeding thoughts enough to think of what to wear. Did he really need to wear anything if he was just going to get into bed and—
He shook his head, feeling a bit ashamed. Hajime isn’t feeling well! Don’t be a pervert! He decided to compromise and opted to throw on just a loose oversized tee-shirt. Flopping onto him and Tsukishima’s bed, he hastily unlocked his phone and re-opened the voice message to listen to and appreciate it in full this time.
“Hello, Oto... Sorry to call you while you’re busy. I just wandted to talk to you for a bit just to check ind and see how... hheh... hh-Excuhhhse mbe—! Heh-NNGXT!” A thick sniffle and stuffy exhale. “...See how you’re doing. I’mb back at the hotel for the ndight, so... If you wandted to call mbe back, I’mb free adnytime ndow.” A second of silence before a quiet, shaky breath. A low groan. “Fuck... Heh-NGGXXTSHhh!!” Another exhale and sniffle. “Excuse mbe. Talk to you later.” Click.
Koito buried his burning face in the plush bedding he lay on. God, he was already half hard from a couple voicemail sneezes. Was Hajime aware of what he was doing to him?! He'd told him about his unusual kink before but it hadn't explicitly come up since, leaving Koito to wonder if his partner had somehow forgotten about it. He sat up, leaning his back against the bed's headboard. It didn't matter. Tsukishima had said to call him back whenever, and he wasn't about to waste any more time. He hit the call button and put the phone to his ear. His heart pounded against his ribs as the phone rang a couple times.
"Hi, Oto," came the same slightly scratchy and deeper-than-usual voice he'd heard on the recording.
"Hajime! Are you alright? Sorry I didn't pick up earlier; I just got home." The words tumbled from Koito's mouth.
Tsukishima gave a quiet chuckle that quickly turned into a brief but rough-sounding cough aimed away from the phone. "Are you alright? You sound out of breath. Did you just run home or something?" The small smile on his lips was audible.
"...Maybe." He had hurried home, and he wasn't about to tell Tsukishima his breathlessness was more from excitement than physical exertion at this point. "Wait, don't avoid the question! Are you coming down with something? You sound pretty sick."
"...Yeah." Tsukishima sniffled and a short cough followed, as if the acknowledgment of his current state had suddenly allowed him to let his symptoms out. "I think I caught something on the bullet train coming here. It just took a couple days to set in but...” His voice trailed off, replaced by sharp, hitching gasps, quickly building up until the sneeze overtook him. Koito held back the urge to moan softly, feeling the blood rush to his lower body as he pressed the phone speaker closer against his ear in anticipation.
“HH’KNXXSSHoo! Ah... Ow...”
“Hajimee!” Koito cried, chiding his lover. As much as he was getting off on this, he still legitimately felt bad for Tsukishima. That half-failed stifle sounded painful; it probably scraped the man’s already sore throat. "Bless you, but also be careful!"
Tsukishima breathed a small laugh at his own miserable state. “I dond’t know why I evend... hahh... tried to... ah...” A moment of silence (or perhaps noises so small the phone didn’t pick up on them), before he mumbled, voice wavering, “Excuse mbe... I have to sndeeze againd...” His breath hitched, turning into deep, long inhales and exhales as the second sneeze took its sweet time, lazily teasing at his irritated sinuses. Koito's own breaths began to mirror Tsukishima's as he listened to the drawn-out buildup, Tsukishima's stuffed-up breaths loud in his ear going straight to his dick. Finally they reached their peak, the older man succumbing to the whims of the virus dominating his body.
The sound emitted from the phone speaker was loud. Hajime must not have moved the phone away very much, Koito concluded. God, those sneezes sounded increasingly wet, he thought, unable to help but picture Tsukishima doubled over in his hotel room, thick spray and mess dripping from his cold-ridden nose as he worked through the fit. His cock twitched and strained against the confines of his underwear at the combination of hearing the sneezes and mental image they evoked. “Bless you, Hajime,” Koito breathed, unable to hide his vocal arousal anymore.
Tsukishima’s response didn’t come immediately; instead Koito heard him blow his nose, as if stalling before hesitantly asking, “Are you... touching yourself?”
Koito froze, a twinge of guilt filling him at the perceived accusation. Having told his partner about the kink, he couldn’t be sure that Tsukishima wouldn’t be offended by the thought that he was getting off on his uncomfortable situation. “U-Um... No, I—”
“It’s okay if you are,” Tsukishima interrupted, backpedaling upon hearing Koito’s defensive tone. “I... I want you to.” He pinched at the shallow bridge of his nose, staving off another tickle threatening to overtake him. Koito didn’t say anything, prompting the other man to continue. “I figured it’d be better if my misery could at least be put to use. And... I miss you.”
A wave of emotion swelled in Koito’s chest at those last words. Tsukishima was rarely verbally affectionate, so he was elated when he received even the smallest bit of it. “Hajimee,” Koito whined softly, “you called me just to let me hear you sneeze?”
Tsukishima didn’t respond right away, preoccupied with rubbing roughly at his flaring nostrils as the prickly irritation quickly spread from deeper in his nose. The movement jostled the loose fluid in his nose, the watery squelch of it audible through the phone. The simple knowledge that he was struggling to fight off another sneeze further aroused the younger man, and now with his lover’s permission, he took his fully hard cock from his boxers and began to slowly stroke it.
“Ndot just... hhh... so you cand hear mbe sndeeze...” Tsukishima managed through short gasping breaths, his voice thinning with the need to sneeze, “I also wandted to—hhih! ...H-Hear your vo—hh’ISSCHHHoo!! Heh...EH’ISSHHHHh!!”
Immediately following the second sneeze was a loud clatter, then the distant sound of Tsukishima sniffling and swearing.
Koito couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Bless you. Did you drop your phone?”
More rustling before a somewhat less distant sneeze— “IISCHHHHhhuh!—fuck.”—and exhaling another swear much more closely into the receiver. “Ugh. I dropped mby phonde and thend sndeezed all over it.”
“Bless you. I love you,” The younger man breathed, the smile on his lips audible but mixed with soft moans as he worked himself faster. “You’re so cute. Did you shake too much when you sneezed and dropped your phone?" He teased. "Are you in bed?” The questions kept flowing in his brain as he tried to visualize the exact situation his sick beloved was in.
Tsukishima flushed at the barrage of compliments and attention. “I’mb ndot ind bed... I suppose I should be though.”
“You need to rest, Hajime! I’m about to come over there and put you to bed myself!”
“I... wish you could.” It embarrassed him to vocalize his sappy desires, especially ones involving him needing to be taken care of, but his want to fuel Koito’s imagination prevailed.
Koito sighed longingly. “I wish I could hold you and take care of you and tuck you in and—”
“HH’ISCHHHHHoo!! Sorr—hh-EISSCHHHHH!! Sorry. I didnd’t meand to indterrupt.”
Koito’s lustful babbling dissolved into a loud moan, his hips jolting involuntarily, fucking harder into his hand. “Ohh... bless you, Hajime...!”
Tsukishima sniffled wetly in response, his tired eyes falling shut for a moment. Something about that last pair of sneezes had really brought forth his exhaustion that’d been building throughout the day. “I’mb going to put you downd for a second to chandge out of mby clothes so I cand get ind bed.”
Hearing the rustling of the phone being placed, Koito closed his eyes and pictured his lover beginning to unbutton his shirt, his nose red and damp around his lightly twitching nostrils. His lips would be chapped and parted; no doubt the man was so stuffed up he’d need to breathe through his mouth. Koito wanted nothing more than to slip his tongue into that open mouth and overwhelm his senses just the same as that cold virus was doing.
A distant, irritated groan preceded sudden sharp hitching breaths heavy enough for Koito’s perceptive ears to pick up on. He thumbed at the precum dripping down his shaft, the fluid wetting his palm to glide faster, smoother over his sensitive cock. Tsukishima was probably shirtless by now, exposing his shuddering chest and tightening abs as he built up to a sneeze, head tilted back in helpless anticipation.
There was a moment of silence before he heaved a long sigh and sniffled thickly, the sneeze seemingly lost. Then came the sound of his belt buckle unclasping and falling to the floor. More rustling indicated he’d picked the phone back up and was getting into bed.
“Okay. I’mb ind bed ndow.” His congested breaths came softly in quicker puffs now as if the exertion of simply stripping and climbing into bed had worn him out. He pinched and rubbed at his drippy nose, wet little noises coming through the phone speaker.
“Good,” Koito panted, “You poor thing, Hajime, you sound awful. You went to your work meeting earlier, right? Even while you sounded like this?”
Tsukishima coughed out a short sound of affirmation. “It was horrible,” he grumbled, “I couldn’t stop sndeezing and people kept looking... hehh... even though I... s-suppressed themb all...” His breath caught shakily. “Excuse mbe, I’mb going to—”
Koito’s mind swam with a plethora of images: Tsukishima red-faced and shamefully stifling his way through an itchy and desperate fit, his best efforts to remain unnoticed still drawing attention in the quiet meeting room. Tsukishima slipping out as quietly as possible to blow his horribly clogged yet still unmanageably drippy nose in the restroom, probably rubbing his poor skin raw on cheap rough toilet paper, miserable and guiltily missing essential work-related info. No wonder he’d been sneezing so openly all evening, he must've tired himself out stifling those desperate sneezes all day! And of course, he pictured the current Tsukishima on the other end of the phone, stripped down to his boxers in bed, drinking in heavy gasps of air through his chapped lips as he waited for the sneezes to overtake him. Brows furrowed and muscles tensed in preparation, warm liquid threatening to drip to his lips from his pink, flaring, quivering nostrils—
“HEH’IISSSCCHHHHoo!! Hhh... heh—!”
The sneeze tore through his body, so loud and so wet. Lying down must’ve made the thick fluid packed in his sinuses shift in a way that overwhelmed Tsukishima’s senses, prickling and irritating his nose horribly. Koito moaned a blessing, stroking himself rougher, faster, as the pressure to come built rapidly.
“HH’TDSSCHHHHOO!! Fuck...” A hurried series of sniffles and hitches followed the second sneeze. Staving off the urge to sneeze again as best he could, he apologized. “I’mb sorry, I’mb ndot... heh...! Great for condvers-hhh-ationd... a-at the mbombe—hHHIH’SSSHHHHHOO!!”
Koito could practically hear the amount of thick spray and mess his lover sneezed out, no doubt splattering cold-laced fluids onto the hotel blankets, down onto his bare chest, or freely into the air—whatever position Tsukishima had found himself in. “God, bless you Hajime. No, you’re doing wonderfully, you’re so hot, I love you.” He gushed breathlessly, dazed by his kink-fueled lust. Hearing Tsukishima gear up for yet another sneeze, Koito couldn’t take it anymore. “H-Hajime,” He gasped his lover’s name, “Hajime, I’m going to come.”
Tsukishima couldn’t even respond, still caught in the throes of his fit, nose desperate to rid his body of the itch. “HIH’TSZZHHHOO! ...hhh... HEH’TSSCHHHHHoo!! EH’TSSCHHHHHH!!”
Koito reached his climax, crying out blessings and “Hajime”s as the hot cum spilled from his cock, coating his fingers and dripping onto his abs, not unlike how the viscous mess streamed down Tsukishima’s lips and chin post-fit. They both lay there breathing together for a moment, though one was clearly more miserable sounding than the other.
The silence was broken by the sound of Tsukishima plucking several tissues from the box on the bedside table, rustling noises indicating he’d chosen to wipe himself up before blowing his nose thickly into a fresh tissue. Despite his efforts, his voice still left his lips bogged down with congestion, sounding even more groggy post-fit than he’d sounded before.
“God, Hajime, I love you. Are you okay?” Koito asked, his tone genuinely worried. He cradled the phone to his ear more snugly, as if trying to embrace his partner long-distance.
Tsukishima nodded, eyes closed, taking his time to respond. “...I just ndeed to sleep. ...I... have to get up early to go hombe tomborrow.”
Koito’s heart jumped a bit at the reminder they'd soon be reunited at and the newfound knowledge that he’d get to live out his caretaking fantasies as soon as the next day. “Oh, that’s right! I can’t wait to see you. I’ll meet you at the station!”
There came a mumbled noise of agreement, and then silence.
"I'll bet you're glad to get to go home now, then you can really rest properly in your own bed."
He was met with another long silence, no hitching breaths or anything.
"Hajime?"
Nothing. The poor man must’ve fallen asleep, worn out from struggling with his head cold all day. The thought was so pitiful Koito could almost cry.
“Goodnight Hajime. I love you.” He whispered, then hung up the phone.
i might as well post it here bc as is its just rotting in my notes app. doesn't feel finished/ polished but it never will be so i might as well set it free
t/sukishima applying ointment to fet!k/oito's wounds but he's sensitive to the smell of it. pre-confession/dating/whatever. disclaimer idk ANYTHING about wound care i am making all this up!!! also mess warning i guess
"Alright, sit up, please." Tsukishima's voice comes calm and steady as ever as he takes a seat at Koito's bedside. Koito begins to slowly prop himself up but falters, and Tsukishima rushes to reach out and steady him. Koito doesn't look him in the eyes. His head is pounding against his skull as his blood begins to move for the first time in hours, and the skin around the fresh wound on his back stings as it's stretched and pulled with his movements. After he settles into his new position, he bunches the fallen blanket around his waist and unbuttons his shirt while Tsukishima sets down the medical supplies neatly around him within arm's reach.
"How are you feeling?" The shorter man's voice comes from behind him as he begins to unwrap the old bandages. The air is chilly on Koito's bare back, and he feels goosebumps prickling his skin as his weakened body tries to adjust to the temperature change. Tsukishima's fingers in contrast are warm when they brush up against his tan skin, which might have soothed the bumps if those fingers had belonged to anyone else. The contact from his Sergeant only has him shivering further.
"I'm fine." The short reply leaves his lips more sharply than he intends for, and he takes the second chance granted by Tsukishima's patient silence before trying again. "I'm sore. I'm thirsty. I feel dirty." This time he sounds more whiny, but Koito is okay with that. It'd hardly be the first time Tsukishima heard him whine, and he'd rather come off as pitiful rather than just nastily snapping at Tsukishima.
Tsukishima hums in response, concentrating as he dips a rag into a bowl of hot water. "Let's get you cleaned up first. Don't let me forget to bring you some water afterwards." Koito hears him wring the cloth out before holding it out to him. "Here, sir, go ahead and clean your face." He brushes Koito's hair back with his fingers, ignoring the damp greasiness of it, and holds it out of the way until Koito finishes scrubbing the oil and grime from his face. The warm steam and water feel good, as if starting to wipe away a layer of grogginess. When he's done he wordlessly passes the rag back to Tsukishima.
He's not in the mood to talk, Tsukishima mentally notes. Understandable. Koito's mind is hazy from the pain and restless sleep he's been getting on and off as he tries to heal, and the whole ordeal has put him in a rather sour mood. Tsukishima is more than okay with giving him space, allowing a comfortable quietness to settle around them.
Tsukishima continues wordlessly, only the soft swishing and trickling sounds of the rag in the water bowl filling the quiet room around them. The warm scrubbing along his torso could've nearly put Koito to sleep if it weren't for the adrenaline shooting through him every time Tsukishima passed over the angry skin surrounding the deep gashes, causing him to suck air through gritted teeth and groan in pain.
"I know, sir. I'm trying to be gentle." Tsukishima reassures despite Koito never actually verbally reprimanding his actions. Koito groans again in response, pressing his face hard into his hands. The way Tsukishima treats him so patiently makes something other than his wounds ache.
The Sergeant wrings the cloth out into the bowl one last time before Koito hears a container open and the strong smell of disinfectant hits his nostrils.
Tsukishima gives a short muffled cough behind him. "Are you ready, sir?" He knows Koito knows what's about to happen; he won't belittle him with any more of a warning.
"Mhmm." Koito nods and grips the blanket with both fists. He's mentally prepared but still can't help but hiss as the cool disinfectant stings his wounds, pain and the subsequent adrenaline shooting through his veins once more. He digs his nails into the blanket harder, slowing his breathing to deep inhales and exhales as the initial shock subsides. Tsukishima works quickly and efficiently, getting his superior through the worst of the wound cleaning process as fast as he can. "There."
Koito lets out a deep sigh, trying to relax a bit before they move on to the next step. Hearing yet another container open, he sits up straight once more. This time he hears a wet sniffle from his subordinate as he smells what he assumes is an ointment, a pungent herbal sort of smell. He tries not to overthink what the sniffle might imply.
Tsukishima only gets a moment to begin applying the medicine before the strong scent of it overwhelms his nose suddenly, tingling in the far depths of his nostrils, strong enough to bring tears to his eyes. He can tell what's coming, his breath already beginning to hitch. "Fuck," he breathes a quick warning, "that's going to make me sneeze."
Koito's heart jumps in his chest.
The hitching man only has time to quickly pull back his ointment-covered hands and turn his head away before the urgent need to sneeze takes over.
"Heh-NKXHSHHhhh! H-heh–!! EH'ISSHHHHHooh!! Snff!"
Koito startles despite just having played this exact scenario out in his head, despite the distraction of his aching injury. The feeling of Tsukishima's sudden sneezes wetly misting the bare skin of his arm and lower back opposite to his wound distracts from the pain, his focus now entirely on the plight of his caretaker. Somewhat shamefully he feels the groggy grumpiness fading, replaced by kink-fueled excitement.
Tsukishima can hardly think, the stinging in his sinuses is so strong, but still he notices Koito jump at the sudden outburst and attempts an apology. "S-Sorrhh…! Heh! H-Hold on…" Bringing his hands away once more, he gasps, then sneezes openly to the side again, but louder and more harshly this time.
"HEH'EISCHHHHHHuh!!" He's given up on stifling these; the irritation in his nose is too much, too overwhelming to repress.
"God, bless you, Tsukishima… Is it the ointment bothering you?" Koito cranes his neck to peek over his shoulder and steal an indulgent glance at the older man, watching as he hurriedly sniffles back loose liquid and he grinds his wrist firmly back and forth against his itchy nose with a damp squelch. Tsukishima's watery eyes meet Koito's from behind his furrowed brow and he seems to almost jolt, hurriedly gesturing for Koito to turn back around.
Koito scoffs. "I'm fine. I'm being careful." He straightens his back and shoulders as if to make absolute sure he wasn't stretching the damaged skin too much, then looks back down at his caretaker.
Tsukishima doesn't notice. His eyes are now closed in concentration, pinched shut between his scrunched up nose and eyebrows. His nostrils flare wide and stay like that as his mouth hangs open, pink tongue pressed up against the inside of his bottom lip, breathing in shakily as he gears up for yet another sneeze. There's no doubt he's breathing in even more of that sharp scent through those widened nostrils, each inhale making the tickle stronger and stronger until–
"HAH-EIHH'SSHHHHHHHoo!!" The sneeze tears out of him as his head snaps downward and he sprays Koito's side once again, sending another wave of goosebumps across his smooth skin. The Lieutenant thinks a moan might've escaped him this time but if it did, it was quiet enough to be drowned out by the Sergeant's loud sneeze echoing inside the small space.
"Bless you," Koito begins, but his voice trails off as a desperate gasp and a second powerful sneeze interrupt his blessing.
"HEH-EHH'TSSCHHHHHHHH!!"
The duo of overwhelming sneezes leaves Tsukishima nearly panting behind him, and Koito has to hold his breath to keep himself from mirroring the other for completely different reasons. He looks down at his lap. He's glad for the heavy folds of the blanket and his back blocking the shorter man's view of his lower body after all of that.
"Excuse me," Tsukishima grumbles between a series of thick sniffles, and Koito can tell from just the sound that he's violently rubbing his flat, narrow nose against his wrist again, the ointment coating his fingers still keeping him from properly pinching and pulling at the appendage to squash that itch into submission.
"Are you alright?" Koito asks. He thinks to suggest Tsukishima to fetch Tanigaki and trade places with him, but he's hesitant to give up this rare opportunity to see his subordinate struggle through fits in such close quarters. He also truthfully does not trust Tanigaki nearly as much; he'd be rather uncomfortable and on edge with the man's large hands in direct contact with his open wounds.
Tsukishima gives a final sniff and hums an affirmative "mmhm", and Koito's perceptive ears pick up on the light congestion now weighing down the nasal consonants. "I'm just going to breathe through my mouth and try to finish up quickly."
Koito nods, his dark hair brushing the back of his neck, and readies himself once more. Tsukishima's touch is so light, careful and precise, but still the contact has him clenching his teeth and breathing deeply through the pain. He tries his best to stay still despite it all, his back rigid against his heaving chest.
After a minute Tsukishima pauses, pulling his hands back, making sure to not hurt his superior as he prepares to inevitably jolt through a sneeze, drawing air through parted lips before his head snaps downward with the force of an impressively stifled double.
The older man exhales through his mouth, applying ointment to the last section of injury. Using just his facial muscles he scrunches and stretches his reddened nose as warm runny fluid starts to drip from it, nearing his upper lip and tickling the area further, but he knows better than to sniffle and invite more of that itchy, stinging scent back in. Even without doing so, he's fighting off another sneeze, the pressure building slowly in the back of his nose. It's still subtle enough that he's able to postpone the action through carefully controlled breathing and frequently wriggling his nose in just the right way, and finally he's able to quickly finish up.
While Tsukishima hurriedly wipes and rinses the excess medicine from his hands Koito steals another glance at him. He's not expecting the sight that his eyes lay on: Tsukishima's eyebrows creased and raised, eyes fluttering shut, the amount of mess dripping down between the man's still parted lips, pink nostrils flaring open wider and wider as his chest shakily fills with air…
"HEH! HH-HEHH-IHHDZSSHHHOOH!!"
Tsukishima grabs the damp cloth from the rim of the water bowl and sneezes down at it, not even having time to bring it fully up to his face. Koito gets a full view of the clear strings of fluid growing heavier, finally dripping down from his nose and lips into the rag. He swallows. The older man wipes his face roughly before pinching the folded fabric around just his nose and unleashing another ragged sneeze into the already soaked cloth, catching the mess but his uncovered mouth still sprays the air below him.
"Bless you, Tsukishima!"
His face burns beneath the cloth, embarrassed by the filthy spectacle he's just caused right beside his superior, helpless and at the mercy of his sensitive nose when he's supposed to be the one taking care of Koito. He doesn't respond, preoccupied with blowing his clogged nose noisily. He feels Koito's eyes remain on him despite his silence and internally sighs.
"Excuse me. I didn't expect the medicine to cause something like that." Tsukishima sniffles as he closes the ointment container, feeling drained by the sudden and strong fit. He takes the ointment and ointment-contaminated medical supplies and stands to his feet. "I'm going to bring these to the other hut, and then I'll come back to rewrap your bandages, sir."
Koito can only nod. Tsukishima leaves, the scent of herbal ointment still lingering heavily in the air, feeling sticky and cold on his aching back. He shivers, the room suddenly feeling much colder without the Sergeant beside him. Luckily, the memory of what just transpired keeps his core burning hot, and the contrast sends his head spinning. None of that had felt real; it was simply too good to be true.
His reality is reconfirmed when Tsukishima re-enters the hut, encountering the trapped scent causing him to stifle a sneeze immediately upon arrival. He walks over, takes his seat again, and hands Koito a cup of water, which the younger man takes and drinks from gratefully.
Having learned his lesson, Tsukishima breathes through only his mouth while his face is so close to the ointment-slathered skin. Quickly and skillfully he ties fresh bandages around Koito's torso, completing the task that took far longer than it initially should've.
Koito lets his shoulders fall, chin tucking down into his collarbone as he relaxes. The pain and excitement have both drained him of his already depleted stores of energy, his body using everything available to work on healing his wound.
"Do you need anything else while I'm here, sir?"
Koito startles, his eyes (that he didn't realize he'd closed) opening wide as he feels Tsukishima's rough palm press against his forehead.
"Excuse me. Just wanted to make sure you weren't developing a fever." Tsukishima sniffles, drawing his hand back to rub at the base of his nose. Koito can't tell if he's imagining the hint of nervousness on his Sergeant's face. He's not sure what to make of it.
He shakes his head, messy bangs falling into his face. "I'm just sleepy, Tsukishima," he mumbles. "Tired and sore."
Tsukishima rises to his feet with another sniffle. "I'll let you go back to sleep then." He pauses for a moment, his gaze briefly scanning over Koito's face, and then turns to leave.
