Upon checking his watch and sending Kawakami a mental thank you for letting him off early, Akira takes place in the line to the smoothie stand, pretty damn ready to burn off his tongue with something disgustingly healthy. For some strange reasons, he realizes that he missed those drinks. They taste like charcoal and rotten raisins, there's no use denying that, but there is something... pretty Tokyo-core in tanking them up on a daily basis. Besides, with the money left from thieving, he can splurge on some chocolate topping. And he does just that. And almost throws up after taking one sip, because the cocoa does not help. At all. Akira's sure that, if Morgana was with him, he'd laugh his tail off, but, with the cat being at Haru's place, he's alone with this hellish juice apparently worth five hundred yen. Akira shrugs and polishes it off anyway.
He really missed that drink, and missed how it felt to chug it while watching people move on their ways, everyone carrying their own little worlds on their shoulders, like sailboats gliding on a great, quiet lake. Akira bins the empty cup and walks away, towards his destination.
And his destination doesn't look so hot today, which Akira can tell right away when he spots it. Him. With his arms wrapped around himself, leaning against a wall and hunching his shoulders, Yusuke doesn't even seem to notice when Akira steps closer to him, with his unfocused stare pointing more or less downwards. And he is also wearing an actual overcoat, instead of merely his usual cotton jacket. Sure, it may not be a big deal, considering it is, after all, February, almost the end of it, the air remaining cold and crispy — but that's actually the first time Akira ever sees Yusuke sporting clothes appropriate for the weather. Bufu bod, Futaba once said and then cracked up at her own joke so hard everyone got worried she'd break a rib.
"Hi there," Akira says quietly when he's close enough, and notices how pale his boyfriend is. Even paler than usual, to the point he's almost translucent, save for splashes of vivid red pooling on his cheeks. Yup, no way this asshole's in perfect health today.
"Oh." Yusuke looks at him blearily, then smiles back, mild as always. "Hello. I thought you would show up here today." His voice rings quiet and hoarse.
"Of course I would," Akira scoffs, rolling his eyes, "but you, on the other hand, shouldn't have."
"Huh? What do you mean," Yusuke tilts his head, brushes the errant strand of hair back behind his ear and frowns, "by that?"
To that confused reply, Akira can do little more than shake his head and press his hand to Yusuke's forehead, making the boy sigh and lean into the touch. Just as expected, his skin isn't pleasantly cool as usual, but hot and a bit damp. Worrying.
"I mean," Akira says, not moving his palm away and watching how Yusuke's eyes flutter closed, "that you're running a fever."
"I'm most... certainly not."
"Darling. You've most certainly caught a cold." Akira lets go of him. "What were your plans for today?"
"Mm, what I have in my mind is us having a stroll in the Yoyogi park...." Yusuke straightens up, opening his eyes bit by bit and struggling for a tissue. "With the scenery being affected by... by the weather, I thought to seek inspiration in... in it. Yes." He nods to himself and wipes at his nose. Akira rolls his eyes.
"The only place we can go is Takemi-san's." Anticipating Yusuke's protests, Akira adds, "Or your dorms. You need to lay down and rest somewhere warm."
"Such a Morgana thing to say," Yusuke murmurs, a tad petulantly. "But... I am not getting out of this one, right?"
"No way in hell, dear."
"Alright then." He makes a sour expression. "The dorms, then, if you insist."
