sometimes, nishinoya feels as though he's useless, and couldn't fathom the mind of his lover.
the mind is a funny thing, no one really knows its overall concept and how it works, how it had the privilege above your actions, above anything else that depends onto it. the mind sure does gives its all to make things a little easier, but at times it doesn't, it doesn't because [name] [last name]'s mind is nothing but chaos, a blackhole that sucked all sense that led to this sunny afternoon so oddly quiet.
he wondered of what he can offer at this point, he couldn't bare seeing them at this state.
slightly furrowing his eyebrows, [name] absentmindedly twiddles noya's fingers, quite bigger and callous than theirs, head resting on his shoulder as his lover payed no heed when he snuggled closer, planting a kiss on their scalp.
they sighed "honey, you'll get sick by staying closer to me any longer" tracing his wrinkles of his palm. nishinoya have never been the one to think first for himself, and that his significant other knows him all too well, so why bother pushing him away ? they're both stubborn when it comes to this, one forcing to take care of the other and the latter won't back down.
"i couldn't care less at all love, you know that"
[name] pondered before grabbing a tissue on their side as they sneezed, throwing it somewhere on the floor, and facing their one and only yuu, a spark yet so gentle glinting in his soft-filled brown eyes, burnt gold of his small bangs laying on his clear face, a sign in all of these years have aged him in a good way, but still, some things have never changed.
kissing wasn't an option on sick days, a reason on why they huffed and turned away in crossed arm. "i hate this"
one thought after another, running around like a game of tag, words springing to and fro — he couldn't catch one. let alone pick up with their pace of traveling around their clogged mind. with a groan, nishinoya wrapped his heavy arms around [name]'s torso much to their surprise as they flinched.
if he can't catch all of it, then might as well give a little force to it.
"what's on your mind love. im worried about you"
the desire, desperate, selfish, it was all there. the evidence of him wanting to be of help even on the smallest of crisis, and he didn't want to let go, never — pulling them closer as if it wasn't enough to feel the warmth and scent of sweet mochi and daifuku he probably bought yesterday.
then there's [name]'s cold flicking their daze.
"yuu- a-choo !"
with his quick reflex he snatched another tissue, but quite rough as he slapped it onto their face. "...thanks" he gladly took it for them and threw almost immediately, [name] could see him struggling to keep a straight face, lips quivering ( was he disgusted ? or was he guilty of making them feel worse ? ah screw it ) giving a little room since [name] was getting queasy ; massaging their temples and aggressive sniffs being done so.
"im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry-" he squeezed his eyes shut. "im really sorry"
"wha" lips ajar and they find it hard to process everything. they stared bewildered, gazing at him and his features — eyes shut, tense and tight shoulders, head bow down and strawberry fields staining his cheeks and even on the tips of his ears. and that certain moment, one move might actually just sweep away the atmosphere so carelessly.
[name] [last name] bubbled in glee as they chuckled at how messed up the situation is.
same old nishinoya yuu.
of course, he looked up. half of the strawberries in his face were turning into dark cherries, yet still remained blank and unable to react, but above all of it...
...he missed seeing them, the real [name] he loves and always will.
those ricocheting stars gleaming in them and heavenly laughs that never seemed to wrinkle and old. he calmed after, scratching his nape in demure.
they brought themselves back into his embrace, a long and tiring sigh escaped on their pale lips before a warm smile travels back to where they belong. "i should be the one apologizing"
"you're actually right" he laughed when he felt a light pain on his chest from the punch his lover gave. "you know just...just take it easy. you push yourself too much" he buried his face unto their nape "it makes me sad"
"same thing goes to you, you get so worked up on the smallest of things-"
"only if you're involved to those things"
[name] let out a small grunt. "whatever, i hate you"
"love you too" a bright and cute smile formed his lips, heavenly and wisp of amber scent filling his lungs. it feels comforting.
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