#lil sneeze... everyone huddles together...

[prompt-master]

I- I'm sorry to ask cause I feel you have a lot of stuff to do, But I can see all the survivors (thh) caring for each other when one's sick,, and was wondering if you had any specific hcs. I live for sick fics/sick hcs

Do NOT be sorry lil fella 💛💛!! You should never feel sorry for sending me good ideas and topics! I'm not sure how to organize this because theres a lot of direction to take this and this could get really long. I think I'm going to with seperating by survivor, who will be the sick one, and listing a few headcanons!

Naegi Makoto

Gets carried around a lot, especially by Hina and Hagakure.

He's the kind of guy to push himself while sick without telling anyone so they don't find out either until he crashes or Kiri's detective skills catch him in the act

He loves to sleep against the others when he's not feeling well but he won't ask for it unless delirious

Asahina sneaks him sweets behind the others back because she understands only eating bland sick food can be kind suckish.

Fukawa will completely ease up on insults while he's sick and try to help from a distance because she gas a garbage immune system

Typically him being sick causes the most worry because he's kind of the glue between them all

Kirigiri Kyoko

The quietest when sick

Clings to Naegi in her own way, she just wants to be around him.

Typically gets bad coughs

Has Hina tie up her hair for her when she's sick. It's always such a nice relief

Hagakure is always willing to give his jacket to the girls when sick because they're always in damn skirts/shorts so it makes them chilly af when sick

Continues to try and be useful, but everyone just wants her to relax

They end up making a day off just for her so everyone can relax together

She really appreciates all the care...she may not get sick often at all but they still care so much. You'll notice a little smile on her face when no ones looking.

Togami Byakuya

Bad headache means he can't read well. He ends up having either Fukawa, Naegi, or Kiri read for him. This really helped Fukawa's stutter improve.

You know he's sick when hes not wearing glasses and his hair is messy

Will wear just a button up instead of the jacket and tie.

He's the most embarassed about being sick and will try to just lock himself away, but everyone always catches him because they're worried

Very very grumpy and irritated. He complains about every little thing but...you can hear him mumble a thank you under his breath

Hagakure stays with him telling him stupid stories so Togami can jokingly mock him for them

Asahina decides FINE she will be nice to Togami just this once

Naegi always has the best luck getting close to Togami and caring for him without trouble. No Togami does not like Naegi what do you mean. No Togami is absolutely not enjoying Naegi caring for him

He's so used to just popping a fever reducer and moving on so he kinda sucks at handling it, but he will not show that ever.

Enjoys a nice cold shower when all feverish.

They spend a long time trying to convince him to like wear sweatpants like a normal sick person but he'd rather die

Asahina Aoi

She just wants to lay down with someone so badly

Does she end up in Kirigiri's lap? Yes. And what of it?

She's pretty easy to figure out when sick, she's open about how bad she feels

A little whiney but can you blame her?

Gets sniffily and really annoyed when one nostril is completely clogged

Plays board games with Naegi and Hagakure while resting against Kirigiri

Lets her ponytail down

Feels more emotional than usual when sick, she just wants to curl up and sleep and its easy to make her cry

Curls into Hagakure's jacket

Doesn't eat as much which really concerns everyone

Fukawa will bring her easy to eat food because she doesn't like watching her just laying there miserable

Very shivery

Togami doesn't do much, but he does leave her things like cold compresses, pills, and a blanket so that Naegi can give them to her

Gets coddled by those caring for her but she loves it

Gets home sick when shes given sick foods

Fukawa Toko

Gets sick the most often

She has terrible luck and ends up sneezing a lot which leaves her switching between Syo way too much

Shakes like a damn leaf

Asahina coddles her the most, she's completely fretting

She usually ends up in bed by herself only letting Komaru and Togami in. The others understand she feels more comfortable alone so they knock and leave her things

Naegi gives her food and books he thinks she'd like

He also gives Syo a doujin he found on the street. He figures she'd get more enjoyment out of it than him...

Kirigiri always just takes one look at her and says "go lay down"

Fukawa always huddles under like 5 blankets. Shes completely buried, you can't even see her head. Under it she has a fake crystal ball that Hagakure gave her that lights up. It helps her with her fear of the dark

It's moment like these that...Fukawa remembers that Komaru is NOT her first friend. Komaru is the first person she truly has healthy romantic feelings for but...she has so many people that geniunely care about her, even with her bad habit of pushing them away.

Hagakure Yasuhiro

The most homesick. He just wants his mom man.

Very very very whiney. He complains SOOOO often

They have to make sure he eats well because otherwise he'll survive on junk food thats easy to open

Will cling to the shoulder of anyone nearby. Anyone.

He does kinda get on their nerves but then they'll remember that hes just feeling crummy and try to help him feel better like hes done to them in the past

The good thing is he's usually pretty easy to take care of. His mom was a nurse after all so he'll just tell you what he needs for help

But be warned because then once youre helping hes going off on several conspiracy theories and scams

LOVES how being sick means he doesnt have to work

[my-darkstrangeson]

Idk if this has been asked already but I’d love to see the exact moment one of them realized he was gay for everyone else. -vaugelysassygrunt

word count 1436

TW a lil bit of violence, skip the second but if that squiks ya

a/n I hope you like this @vauglysassygrunt

It starts out slowly. One day, Logan is doing the usual desk work needed, filling out papers, signing this and stamping that, when a hand placed itself over the form he was in the middle of filling out, stopping his pen from it’s path. Startled, logan looks up to meet the deep brown eyes of his coworker and, he admits, his close friend.

“Still filling out that paperwork?” Roman asks, and there’s a glint of trouble in his chocolate eyes. “I don’t know how you survive like this, trapped at a desk, taping away at your computer,” lazily, he drags a finger along the ceramic cup Logan uses to hold his pens and pencils, before quirking his eye back to Logan and lifting an eyebrow. “Wanna go have some fun? Y’know, while we have the chance?”

For a second, Logan considers the paperwork still left to do. He has no complaints about sitting her the rest of the night, accompanied by the scratch of his pencil and a cup of coffee, but… but something in romans mischievous glance, the way his tanned skin seems to glow in the yellow-gold light filtering in through the window, highlighting the gold dusting around his eyes, something tugs at his chest, soft but insistent. It’s pushing him, whispering go, and Logan can’t help himself, and he sets down his pens and follows Roman out the door.

___

The scene is chaos; bullets fly through the air, hitting concrete and shattering the glass that edges around the window he and Virgil have huddled under. With every shot Logan winces, watching as bullet holes pepper the office great just a moment ago held smiling faces and busy interns. Now the desk chairs are empty, the computers shattered. There are no bodies slumped over chairs or littering the ground, and that Logan can be thankful for.

“There’s at least three shooters,” Virgil whispers, gritting his teeth as he brushes shards of glass from his cheek. “I think I can get them.”

“What?” Logan exclaims. “Virgil, they’re actively firing at us. You wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger before they- they shot you!”

Despite the grim situation, Virgil smirks, and makes eye contact with Logan. Virgil’s eyes are ghostly grey, contrasting against the dark shadows under his eyes, and Logan is caught like a deer in headlights.

“Don’t you worry about me, specs.” He says, and than he springs up and into view of the open window. Logan wants to scream, to lunge at Virgil and pull him back down, but he knows the look in Virgil’s eyes. He knows the risks, he’s weighed them in his mind; he knows he’ll come out on top.

Virgil’s guns are in his hands before Logan can blink, and he shoots once, twice, in rapid succession. A bullet whizzes past his head, and Logan can see him wince as a line of red appears on his cheek. Another shot from the gun in Virgil’s outstretched hand, and the world falls quiet.

“Virgil, you’re hurt!” Logan says, standing up as soon as he knows the assault has ended. Virgil lifts a hand to his cheek, feeling where the bullet has only just missed him. Another inch, and he would have been dead.

The thought makes Logan sick, his stomach writhing just at the notion or Virgil being hurt. But Virgil is still smirking, his eyes still have that fire, and Logan is thankful that notion wasn’t reality.

“I told you not to worry.” Virgil says, placing a hand on logans shoulder, and Logan feels something in him melt.

___

“Patton, I told you, I’m fine,” Logan objects, before letting out a gigantic sneeze.

“You are most definitely not fine, Lo.” Patton says, as he bustles around the kitchen. “Now, go lay back down, I’m making you soup!”

Logan wants to grumble his objections, because his is fine, and he definitely is not lying about how fine he feels. Yes, his throat burns with every swallow, and he feels hot and cold and achey, and his brain feels like it’s staging a mutiny from his skull, but he has a job to do. But Patton shoots him a look that says you’d better lay down before I make you, abd even with the puppy dog eyes and baby blue apron tied around his waist he manages to look intimidating. So Logan settles for plopping down on his worn leather couch. Soon, (or maybe not that soon, his thoughts are so unfocused he can hardly tell) Patton sets a large bowl on the coffee table in front of him, accompanied by two cups.

“What’s this?” Logan asks, pulling the bowl towards him.

“”That,” Patton begins, taking a seat on the couch next to Logan, “is my mom’s famous chicken garlic soup, and these-“ he motions to the two cups- “are regular water and jello water.”

“Jello water?” Logan asks, a look of gestation on his face.

“It helps with the throat!” Patton smiles, and pushes the cup towards Logan. “It’s like drinking a cough drop. Try it!”

Logan takes a cautious sip, and finds that while he drink is incredible sweet, it does make his raw throat stop aching. The soup is much less saccharine, with large chunks of chicken and garlic floating around in a broth that smells like rosemary.

“Thank you, patton,” Logan says, after a few more bites of soup. “It was quite thoughtful of you to check up on me, and provide me with a meal.”

“Anything for my favorite hacker!” Patton exclaims cheerfully. “Now, what do want to watch? Pick something good, because I’m only letting you off this couch to go to bed.”

“There’s no need for you to stay longer, patton, you’ve done me enough kindness already.” Logan says. “And don’t you have a snake to feed?”

Patton lets out a giggle. “She’s a lizard Logan, and I got Ana to stop by and check on her.”

“Ana?”

“My sister,” Patton explains. “Well, one of them, at least.”

Logan is thoughtful for a moment. “You’ve never told me about your family.” He says after a second. He soup is nearly gone, and the warmth of it has soaked into his bones, soothing the ache that had settled there.

“You haven’t told me much about yours either,” patton says thoughtfully. “What if we swap facts? I’ll tell you something, you tell me something.”

They spend the next hour or so trading stories, recalling memories, some Logan hadn’t thought of in years. He tells Patton about his mother and her patched overalls, his father and the lab they would visit together, about the posters of stars he had memorized, about the sweet mint tea his mother always had a cup of and the smell of warm earth that radiated from the greenhouse in their backyard. Patton tells him about his four sisters and three brothers, the big, messy, warm house they all shared, about the summers spent swimming to the bottoms of lakes for salamanders and hunting for ripe pink huckleberries, about his moms short silver hair and his dads warm brown eyes.

Logan falls asleep on Patton’s shoulder, feeling content, and something else, something that made his chest swell with emotions, something makes him feel warm and safe.

___

The four of them are all piled into the large couch of romans living room, Star Wars: Episode IV playing in the wide tv screen. After both Roman and Virgil admitted they’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies, and being a “nerd” (as Roman called him) Logan insisted they all get together and watch it. Now they sit, legs overlapping and bowls of popcorn and m&ms balancing on their laps, eyes wide and focused on the screen. Even Patton, who’s already seen the movie, is leaning forwards, following the action carefully.

Logan is sandwiched between Roman and Virgil, giving him a front row seat to their entertaining reactions. Seeing their faces change, smiling at the jokes, leaning forwards at the tense parts, it makes the movie a good thousand times more enjoyable.

On screen, Han Solo quips something sarcastic and Patton lets out a giggle, leaning closer into Virgil, pressing Virgil into Logan. At the same moment Roman rests his head against logan’s shoulder, and suddenly they’re all connected, nestled close together by choice and not lack of space.

And in that closeness, highlighted by the shine of the tv screen and underlined with the soft feeling that gathers inside of him, Logan has a realization.

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