suna who takes care of u when ur sick 😫
cw: touching imagery, gn reader, suggestive
he's not fastidious and conscientious when you're sick -- quite lacking, actually, to your and his knowledge. It's rather strange, now that you think of it, as you reminisce about how he'd get a few weighted blankets too heavy or neglect to warn you about the soup he prepared, gurgling hot, as it singed the roof of your mouth. but mirth comes easy to him, despite everything -- he finds his frenzied runs to and from the supperette peculiarly adorable, grinning proudly as he shows you a spotify playlist he made, dramatically named 'Troubled Mind: The Cold goes On and On,' featuring Swedish and Icelandic heavy metal acts (???) previously unbeknownst to you. he can be forgetful and feverish sometimes but you know he cares, more than whatever spotify playlist and 'get well soon' card and unprompted 'if I was a heart, would u let me beat?' text could ever express.
and sometimes he's a bit more surreptitious; a little more calculating, coming to check up on you at your weak, hoarse address, sitting on the edge of your bed, observing, thinking, contemplating. he doesn't make to get the thermometer, an act you only begin to admonish before you are quickly silenced at the presence of his large hand at your back, heated as it glides over your skin, pausing at the nape of your neck; the hem of your shirt fastened in between his fingers as he sees your skin redden against his grip, flushed against the blanket. squirming a little against him, a little desperate to move and feel his skin skim and skate against yours, reddened and clammy with friction against his callouses. he comments on how hot you feel against him, smirking as his hand retreats to grab a damp cloth, the water cold and welcoming on your forehead, fabric just beneath your hairline, slightly poised at the eyebrows; and he stays with you to make sure it stays that way -- asleep at your side, arms lazily circled around your waist.
