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catching a huge fever right after a mission totally sucks but luckily your boyfriend is here to keep you company !
featuring. enjin , nijiku zanka , surebrec rudo , nagumo yoichi !
content. 2.0k wc , up to 0.5k words per drabble , fluff , hurt with comfort (?) , slight angst , sick!reader , nagumo being an asshole , safe for minor , crappy writing , spoiler free , this was a request.
author’s note. funny mix kind of (with nagumo) LMAO? but also I loved it cuz I love nagumo and gachiakuta yay!! I hope you enjoy <3 I had fun writing ehe
ENJIN.
"GOOD morning, sick person."
A knock echoed within the four walls, door wide open as he set a foot into the room — a basket of fruits hanging from his arm, setting those aside on the table next to your bed.
"Have fun melting? Fusing one with the bed?" his grin didn't last long.
"It's... too hot." you panted, expression converting into a painful one.
You tried to push the blanket away from your body because of the discomfort, brows furrowing — if you were to continue with that, he fears that it might leave wrinkles.
"Oh no, you're not." his eye twitched, hands grasping the edge of the blanket and tucking it under your body.
That leads to a weak groan escaping your lips, a frown painting your face. "Stay strong yeah? Like always." he murmured, trying to offer you a genuine smile. But his lips felt too heavy.
"Such a pain in the ass." he clicked his tongue, heart dropping as the discomfort was still vivid across your face.
Enjin carefully removed the warm piece of cloth from your forehead, drenching it in the cold bucket of water — then squeezing the excess water out to return it back on your scorching forehead.
Luckily, you seemed to calm down again, expression slowly relaxing and the furrow in your brows gone. He heaved out a sigh and sat down on the floor, back resting against the bed.
"In reality you were tired, eh?" he chuckled, "acting all strong and independent despite experiencing the worst."
It wasn't like you are awake though, too deep in your slumber and the rest feeling a little too good for you to wake up. He doesn't expect you to of course, not if he is the one visiting you.
"Y'know... The others are quite worried about you and wanted to visit you. But I refused to let them because you need rest. They're chaotic bunch." he laughed quietly under his breath, "the basket contains fruits they picked and small notes."
The yellow haired man closed his eyes, relishing in the comfort and silence. "Especially Rudo. He almost crashed out since I declined entry. Little Zanka had to kick his butt."
Actually he wished you were there to see because he's sure you would've laughed your ass off at that amusing sight. "C'mon, [name]..." he trailed off and yawned tiredly, "dammit I should go back to my room and sleep a round."
He glanced back to your sleeping figure, covered by the soft and warm blanket as if you were some kind of newborn. "Pfft... You look pretty and funny." he grinned, "oh shoot I forgot leave out the »and« between those two words."
A sigh escaped his lips again. Yes he was worried — but he knows it won't take long until you recover again. Because you are strong, not only mentally but also physically.
That's why you're his type, after all.
"Get well soon. The others are waiting. I am waiting."
NIJIKU ZANKA.
"ZANKA..."
The boy didn't even hesitate to snap his head into your direction, neck almost breaking at it as he quickly approached your bed. God he is sick worried because you've been asleep since the mission.
Mind you — the mission ended two days ago and you slept through those 48 hours, at best waking up for only a few seconds. "Ya need something?" he slowly dropped to his knees.
He desperately wants to talk to you on the same height and hear your voice yet it was almost inaudible. Your eyes wandered to your side without moving much, gaze landing on the worried guy.
"Water..." you requested, throat too dry to let out more than one word.
"Of course. Say less." he swiftly grabbed the cup of water beside your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. "C'mon, sit up."
His hands supported your weight, helping you sit up and leisurely guiding the glass to your lips.
"Drink slowly." he demanded, about to take away the glass, feeling like he was drowning you with that cup.
"Mmmh..." you swallowed it slowly like he wanted, water gliding down your skin.
"Just like that..." he placed it to the side and helped you lay down again. "Need anything else?"
"Stay..." your hand sneaked up to his clothes, weakly gripping onto him. "Please."
"I would've done that without ya sayin' that." he blinked, talking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Thank... you."
A delicate smile adorned your lips as you were able to close your eyes again — the need for safety and comfort no longer bugging you since he was here. And you know he will take care of you.
"No need to thank me. Ya sound like an idiot already." he shook his head.
Yet you were no longer there, the pull into the deep sleep got the best of you and making you fast asleep. "Ya must love makin' me worried, huh?" he huffed out and watched how your grip around his sleeve loosened.
Zanka stays seated next to you, occasionally glancing to your direction and pretending it was casual — before noticing the slight knitter between your brows, your breath hitching.
It lets his heart drop immediately and his expressions hardens in concern for you. "Scarin' me is also fun now?" his finger twitched, "ya make me wanna leave. Or else I'll die through worry."
Saying all that is easy. Nevertheless he doesn't budge, body unmoving as he watched. He was watching and waiting, no matter how long it would take. He will wait until you feel well again.
And he certainly refuses to take any missions if he knows you're still sick. Even if Enjin demands it from him. He cannot put your trust second place — for you are hoping for his support right now.
"As soon as yer gettin' better, ya can annoy me as much as ya want." his whisper is barely audible, hard to catch.
"This is a one time opportunity, ya better take it."
SUREBREC RUDO.
HE huffed loudly as Rudo dragged himself to your bed, sweat all over his face and slowly rolling down his skin. How could he not? Especially after hearing you got a huge fever during a mission.
"I'm finally here... Sorry for making you wait so long." he breathed out.
Taking the chair from the other side of the room, he placed it right next to your bed and sat down. "Rudo..?" you questioned, whisper so small — he barely caught onto that.
"Y-Yes? I'm right here." he responded almost immediately.
"Get away..." you ushered him to.
Your body was weak yet your might was enough to show him your concern at the sight of him. A frown settled deeply on his face as he heard those words before shaking his head.
"No... I'm not leaving your side." he refused, "I fought my way to be here. And now I'm staying. No one can drag me out of here."
Right — he did hurry into your room with a few hindrances because everyone blocked his way, trying to explain him that you need rest alone. But he can't. His heart cannot allow that.
Being alone sucks and he is aware of that. He knows painfully well how much you hated being alone at your most vulnerable. And your demands mean nothing to him.
It's a lie, he already figured.
"I'm—" you suddenly started to cough.
"A-Ah..!" he panicked slightly and rushed to get you a glass filled with water. "Here..! Drink."
Carefully, he raised your head a little and helped you drink the water, heart racing and bumping against his chest loudly. "I'm... sick." you mumbled under your breath, "you'll catch... a cold too."
"And?" he trailed off, setting the glass aside and gently dropping your head on the pillow again. "So what if I get sick?"
"But..."
"Get some rest. Stop talking." he sat down on his chair again, this time being more stern with you, "sorry if I sound mean..."
A sigh left your lips as you eyed him quietly, the frown still visible. But then — the fever caught up to you again, forcing you to lose all kind of energy and pushing you to sleep.
"Dumbass..." you murmured, breathing steady and calm, "hold my hand... Please."
"Of course." he replied, his gloved hand sneaking underneath the cover and grasping your hand gently. "Whatever you want..."
With that, your lips curled into a little smile.
"[name]... Don't scare me like that again." he plead and leaned over, elbows propping on the cushion — his forehead softly hitting your intertwined hands. "Please."
One word to describe him? Restless. His leg nervously bouncing up and down while he prayed in silence, begging so you would get well soon and recover quickly.
"Just focus on your recovery... I—" he choked.
"I can't handle seeing you like this."
NAGUMO YOICHI.
"PFFT—"
It wasn't supposed to sound mean or anything with ill intent as he bursted into laughter at the sight of you lying in bed, almost dead. Well you already look dead with the messy hair and deep, dark bags under your eyes.
"You look really..!" he covered his mouth, placing a basket of fruits on the desk.
Actually you don't find yourself caring much, your body too weak and about to shut down. So you decided to close your eyes, shuffling around the bed and turning your back to him.
"Ouch!" he played hurt before sitting down on the chair, "sorry, sorry for laughing."
Nagumo heaved out a sigh and crossed his legs, elbow on his knee and hand supporting his head. "Didn't take you for this weak." he murmured under his breath, grin everlasting.
"Shut up..." it took everything to mutter out two damn words.
"Whatever you want." he beamed and spoiler alert, he did not shut up.
Carefully, he raised his hand and placed it against your burning forehead. And then you felt it — it was cold, so cold that you would already compare it to ice. A shudder run down your spine.
"Go away..." you wanted to swat his hand away yet again, you were too weak.
"Doesn't feel like it though." he whistled, watching how you leaned closer against his skin.
Using all your might to turn over again, your half-lidded eyes wandered around his face. "You shouldn't move too much." his grin faltered slightly, tattooed hand caressing your cheeks gently.
A ghostly shadow you might say — touch so cautious and gentle as if he was afraid to break you even more yet also powerful, knowing that you were able to relax through the coldness of his hand.
"It was so much trouble to take off a few days." he whispered, aware how you slowly drifted into sleep again. "When you recover again, let's go out."
"Mmh..." instead of agreeing with words, you decided to hum.
Eventually, the sleep lulled you to sleep once again — even though you just woke up a few minutes ago. "Good night, [name]." he wished you and grasped your hand.
No cringe nickname, no cheesy pet names. Just [name]. [name] and Yoichi. "I knew I should've taken that mission huh? It kinda sucks, seeing you in pain." he whined.
Despite whining, there was no genuine emotion lingering behind his voice. "If you don't get well soon, I might as well take my own life. It's so boring without you and Shishiba is nagging me the whole time."
Stop being a dumbass then, you would've answered like that or something along those lines. Nagumo's gaze never shifted from your face, placing brief kisses against the back of your hand.
"You literally make me act like you're dead..." he trailed off, a chuckle leaving his lips. "I already got a big list of ideas what we could do in my mind. So you gotta recover real fast, yes?"
Finally. He sealed his lips, quietly waiting for your eyes to open again.
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