Big Book of Writing

Of Idiots and Bronchitis (Sannochieyomi, SDRA2)

Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/120932274426/imagine-that-your-otp-is-sick-and-they-are-doing/amp

"Imagine that your OTP is sick and they are doing their best to take care of each other."

Yes, this is somewhat based off the bronchitis himbo tumblr post. This was fun to write.

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Mikado smiled down at the stew he was ladling into three bowls, happy that he made the red wine blend wonderfully into the broth. It was a cloudy day outside with the forecasting calling for severe thunderstorms, but the wizard was hoping that his soup would be able to warm the insides and minds of his dear lovers.

After he put one bowl in the fridge, he picked up the other two and turned around, looking around the dorm with a smile on his mask. He had lived in the dorms of Hope's Peak Academy for two years now, and this was his and his lovers' final year of attending the school of hope. The walls were decorated with pictures of the three together. The wizard felt happier looking at the photographs, those were pleasant memories that would never fade from his mind.

The dorm was quiet today. Setsuka had taken some leftovers from the fridge before kissing Mikado and going to class. Mikado and Nikei never attended class; the journalist was too busy focusing on his work and Mikado was staying at home and keeping house like a househusband and hacking, their routine continuing just how they liked it. 

Speaking of Nikei, he never left their shared bedroom to get breakfast and work, which the wizard found strange. Nikei would at least come into the main part of the dorm to get some coffee and a hug from his boyfriend and girlfriend, maybe some breakfast, before retreating into their working room, which used to be a bedroom before they decided to share the other bedroom and converted the former room into a place where they could study and focus.

The blonde then put on a smile and knocked on the door, figuring that Nikei was just tired and would appreciate some breakfast in bed today. He knew that the journalist didn't like sleeping longer than he should, even if it was good for his health. If Hajime found out that he wasn't keeping Nikei healthy, Mikado would be a very dead wizard indeed.

He opened the door, but was surprised when he saw a shivering lump of blankets in the middle of the bed. Placing the bowls on the nearby dresser, Mikado stepped over to the bed and sat beside the journalist. "Doll? Are you alright?" He cautiously asked, pulling back the top of the sheets to see his boyfriend.

Nikei didn't look like he was in a good shape. His eyes looked pained, his face was flushed with his hair matted to his face by sweat, and his body was mostly curled around his chest as he kept letting out light coughs. "Mi...kado?" He quietly asked, his voice almost a whimper.

The wizard immediately repositioned himself and moved the smaller boy's head so that it rested on his thigh. Mikado rubbed the other's hair out of his face with a concerned expression, feeling his forehead. "It's okay, doll, I'm here. It seems like you have a fever. Perhaps I should call Setsuka and inform her."

"N-No, don't..." Nikei protested weakly.

"She's going to find out sooner or later, and I need to ask her to book a doctor's appointment for you in advance. I don't think having a cough and a fever at the same time is normal." The wizard kept rubbing Nikei's forehead, using his magic to make his hand colder to soothe the effects of the fever.

Immediately, Nikei let out a sigh of relief at the temperature change, relaxing into the blonde's hand. "Don't you have a spell in your arsenal to make this better?" He let out a stronger cough than before, and the taller boy moved his hand to rub his chest instead of his forehead.