Yeet I am currently going through Tsuharu mental rotations. Can you write me something with them…. Or even just the two characters in canon….
Oh wow.. first writing request in.. months- the Tsuharu shall arise... this random Lil sicfic idea has been floating around in my head.. so I think I'll do it...
Haruhiko was struggling to learn how to use a coffee machine, wanting to try to make coffee for his boyfriend, although he didn't even turn it on.
"I swear I did everything right.. it's plugged in.. why won't coffee come out? The hell..." he proceeded to grumble to himself, not noticing the blueberry cop behind him.
"AH- JEEEEESUS! Tsurugi.. you scared me... hoooolyyyy SHIT!"
"Ah, I did? My apologies." Tsurugi replied.. he... wasn't exactly focusing on Haruhiko. Or anywhere for that matter, his eyes seemed to strangely move outward.
"Why aren't yoouu... looking at me..?"
"Have you not been sleeping enough?" Haruhiko quickly got to his great interrogation. He needed to find what was up with his boyfriend.
"I slept fine the last couple of ni- COUGHCOUGH- excuse me. Nights. You were right there."
"Oh yeaah... then are yoouu.. SICK!" Haru shot out a hand, which quickly changed to be more gentle once it reached Tsurugi’s forehead, which much to Haruhiko's surprise, was burning hot. "Oh shit. I got it right. You are sick, why didn'tchya tell me?"
"Hellooo? Gonna respond to me?"
Haruhiko gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he'd been shot. Ignoring the words Tsurugi was about to say.
"OH NO! Tsurugi’s not responding?! This is a CODE RED SICKNESS ALERT!" He spun around like a mad scientist, pulling out a clipboard from seemingly nowhere. In reality, it was just a cutting board on the kitchen island that looked like a clipboard from the back. "Patient presents symptoms: extreme cuteness overload leading to fever-induced incapa whatever. Wait, no- uh... hot face! Weak voice! HE'S JUST SIIICK!!"
He dropped to his knees in front of Tsurugi with a superhero flair, purposely being extra dramatic. "Fear not, my dearest invalid Haruhiko Kobashikawa, certified genius (self-proclaimed), nurse of chaos, and master of snacks is on the case!"
"That was... quite the show. But Haru, I'm fine. Seriously."
"You have no work today, right?"
"That is true.. but there are still many-"
"Operation to the bed! CMONCMONCMON!"
Haruhiko dragged Tsurugi to their bedroom, although he really wasn't strong enough to drag Tsurugi. He ended up with Tsurugi just following him and making it seem like he was dragged.
Tsurugi reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed. "Haru.. I'm fine, I'm sure this is just a cold that will pass soon."
"Well, even if it is, as your boyfriend AND nurse of chaos, master of snacks, I must help you with this!"
Tsurugi cocked a brow. Though he was slightly amused by this, he was also confused about this whole ordeal. "Haru.. what?"
"I'm just gonna do my best to help you! Get comfy in the bed. And don't worry, I’ll start with real meds first.. boring but safe. Then, escalate to my patented 'Haru-Matic Cuddle Cannon' once you're strong enough." He winked. "Just don’t sue me if it tickles~!"
Tsurugi sighed, giving in. Surprisingly easily, but probably because even if he wasn't sick, Haru would've convinced him to do something other than work either way. "Don't make a mess out- COUGHCOUGH out of the house. COUGH!" He spoke as he pulled the covers over himself. Haru was too much of a 5 year old to be trusted...
"Put some faith in me! I got this! Haru will be doing it all for you my love!"
"Hm. Well, Goodluck with that."
"Alrighty! First things first!" Haruhiko scrambled to the bathroom. Searching through the drawers and leaving a confused Tsurugi.
He soon came out of the bathroom. Suddenly, whipping out what looked suspiciously like an over-sized hairdryer attached to a bar of soap, he grinned. "BEHOLD! The Portable Healing Breakfast Machine 5000™! It auto-cools delicious breakfast AND administers medicine and a thermometer via Haru delivery service. FDA approval pending."
"You did all that... to tell me you were going to make breakfast and get me medicine and a thermometer?"
"Ehehe.. was it too much?" Haruhiko awkwardly scratched his cheek.
"It certainly wasn't needed."
"Alright, well, now being serious, I'll go do my best to make you some breakfast! Lemme just-" Haruhiko scurried back to the bathroom to leave his creation on the sink counter. Tsurugi silently watching. "Okay, now that that's dealt with, I'll go make you some breakfast. Trust your boyfriend to handle today!"
"You don't trust me do you?"
"Well I got this, don't worry! I'll be back in a bit!" Haru excitedly dashed off to the kitchen, although he ended up immediately going on his phone in there to search up on google...
"Best brekfast foods for a sick person"
Maybe he shouldn't have been trusted.
