Tokyo Revengers

in sickness and health- t. mitsuya

↪ In sickness and health- t.mitsuya

- in which you're sick and mitsuya takes care of you.

pairing: mitsuya takashi x fem!reader

words: 982

songs: kayou- give me purposecarter- sidewalks

a/n: mitsuya is an angel.

Smoke fills the air in front of you as you somberly exhale through your lips, formulating an oblique shape-like mask. You snuggle under the thick bed sheets and hefty pile of blankets pressured above you, pulling it up to your cheeks as you rub your face against the furry texture. Slumber in such weather, in such an environment and in such physical fatigue is supposed to be heavenly; where you melt into the softness of the sheets and bask in the warmth provided by your heater. It's an ultimate luxury, and quite frankly, one of the greatest pleasures of chilling winter- because the comfort of it all is unmatched.

But now, you're not really reciprocating the fore-gone feelings of the past. Your body was burning to the touch, and not even a cluster of five thick comforters could stop your constant shivers. Despite the heaters best attempt to warm you up, your teeth chattered actively- much in contrast to your lousy movements. Your bones ached and hurt like you'd been slammed cold against the wall- like you'd hear the creaking sound of broken bones any time soon. Nose blocked and throat dry, your breaths only allowed you more agony.

Much regards to your decision of taking a rest and self-diagnosing yourself to have a non-serious, negligible cold- you were now facing the circumstances. You've laid down once, and were unable to get up all of a sudden due to the soreness of your muscles. Hence, you did the first thing that came to your mind, call your boyfriend and ask him to bring medicines.

"Why don't you pay more attention to yourself!?"

Of course Mitsuya was worried sick; it wasn't ideally the first time you'd done this and certainly not the second time you'd fallen sick due to carelessness either. He had lectured you about the directives of 'how to take care of yourself and not make your boyfriend a worried mess', and also on the importance of mental pace. But you had an inconvenient habit of testing yourself beyond limits. In some way that'd be considered good, but not in a time like this.

You hear a soft click on your door, immediately waking you from near drowse. Mitsuya's frame appears through the door, a white polythene and two instant soup packages in his hands. He seems to have put less attention on how he courted himself- clad in his pajama shirt and jeans you know he'd pulled up at the last minute. Mitsuya's eyes are strict with a splash of care as he walks towards you and sits down before your bed.

You give him a tense smile- a silent apology in form of gestures- to let him know that this is totally the last time you'd be irresponsible. However, he sighs, "I'll quickly go and make some soup for you. You'll take the medicines afterward, alright?"

You nod appreciatively, eyeing him a comprehensive 'thank you'- again with absent words. It takes Mitsuya less than twenty minutes to peek through your door with a tray containing soup and water. He sits next to your bed as he sets the tray aside and picks the bowl into his hands.

After a slow hour of your boyfriend softly blowing on the spoon, holding it close to your lips and feeding you the entire bowl with ease- he scrubs the dishes and comes back to you already gulping the medicine down.

You were still in your work clothes, dirty from the outside flurry. And you needn't remind yourself that Mitsuya obsessed with cleanliness much more than you ever would. So, as soon as your haggard and wrinkled clothes made a visible debut to his wandering eyes, you were done for.

"You need to take a shower," he says, checking your temperature with his hand on your forehead. You curl your lips into a saddened pout, sincerely in denial, "I'll just change, please no shower."

"Changing won't help, you know that,"

"If it's just the untidy clothes, then why can't I just change? Please?" your eyes make out the most tedious puppy eyes, and lips remain in a full-fledged pout. Normal circumstances would have convinced him pretty easily, but that doesn't seem to be the matter at present. "It's not the clothes y/n, you need to take a shower to get that fever down," Mitsuya demands.

"But I just took medicine-"

"Y/f/n, "

"Alright."

Despite a clean agreement between you both, you still put up an act- your last resort at deceiving your lover. You look up at him, hands stretched out as you say, "I can't get up."

Mitsuya looks just about to withdraw his resolutions and let you sleep. But he hooks his hands under your arms and swiftly lifts you up; perching you on the corner of the bed. He then stands you up by the shoulders, the strength of his wrists keeping you at bay. And you, supporting your in-sickness demand, let your weight completely off to gravity- basically dangling like jelly in Mitsuya's hold.

Mitsuya sighs, "Put your arms around my- or just fall on me, that works too."

With that said, you let yourself fall onto him, head nestling in his neck and body akin to limpness. "You're burning! We need to get you to the bathroom, quick," he hurries, swathing his arms around you as he carries you step by step- almost like a penguin. You chuckle in his embrace, enjoying every moment of it. Mitsuya makes fake exaggeration sounds as he advances towards a certain door, adding in 'you're such a handful' along the lines.

"It's good to see you try."

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