𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?" ☡ thoma x ayato

𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 (iv)

[7:10am]

hey?
[read]

hey, thoma?
[read]

oh gosh
i thought it was the wrong number
[read]

i'm evil
but i'll never do that
[read]

LOL
[read]

good morning
how's last night?
[read]

bad
but that's my fault
i shouldn't have drank
[read]

i hope you didn't miss me too much
i know how some people can be
[read]

oh please
egoistic bastard
[read]

ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀ

i'm too tired for this. i can't even think straight right now. i might miss him, but i don't really know. i wasn't able to get enough sleep tonight. is it the alcohol, or ayato? i still felt dizzy after a glass of water. i'm assuming i should check my temperature.

oh shit. 39 degrees celcius? i'm sick? that's literally not possible, i haven't fallen sick for years. even as a housekeeper, not even dust can make me sneeze. my body feels weak when i try walking towards the door. i don't think i'll be able to make it. how am i going to get medicine? should i just sleep it off?

[7:15 am]

hey
wanna hang out later?
[read]

can't
down w a fever
[read

oh
gws
do u want me to come over?
i'll pass by your house on the way to the mart anyway
[read]

if it's not a trouble
then sure
ask ayaka for the address
[read]

everything seems blurry. my room started spinning, tricking my mind into all sorts of illusions. the most painful part was when i tripped over my slippers, falling face flat onto the ground. i couldn't be bothered to get up. i felt so weak and vulnerable. laying on the ground, i stared at the paintings hung up in my apartment. there was one that had a really, pretty boy. he had blue hair, just like ayato. he had a cute face, just like ayato. he was pretty, just like ayato.

just like ayato.

"thoma, THOMA!"

ᴀʏᴀᴛᴏ

"shit, you have a pretty high fever. you should've stayed in bed.."

"how else am i supposed to get medicine?" thoma asked, a couple sniffles in between.

i really wished i lived with him. this way, i could take care of him everyday. strangely, there's nobody else in his house. does he live alone? this place is kind of big for 1 person. maybe he had frequent visitors? i shouldn't be the one to judge him. i don't know his life at ALL. maybe i should get to know him..
i placed a pill on his tongue, before giving him a glass of water. i know this won't cure his fever, but it was the only thing he had in his cabinets.

i should get a blanket for him. i walked to the dresser, looking through his drawers. his phone vibrated on the dresser. i know i shouldn't look, it's an invasion of privacy. i can't look. i can't look. i cant-
i looked.

"ᴀʏᴀᴛᴏ'ꜱ_ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇʀ"

interesting.