~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Hospitality

Renga Fluff

Requested by - YesImAliveStill
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Langa Hasegawa

Heat is all I feel. All I feel holding me in the morning. Not the nice kind that Reki gives me. Not the kind of refreshing heat that spells the beginning of summer. No...the kind of heat that isolates you in an otherwise cold room. Heat that comes from within, turning you into a human radiator that can barely function.

Barely functional seems like an applicable description of me over the past two days. That damn idiot Miya seemed not to acknowledge that meeting up with us while he had the flu would surely not end well for someone, and it just had to be me that suffered for it.

As I lay creating a pool of sweat in the sheets that had only been changed earlier this morning, I stared at the ceiling, longing to be well again so I could get out and skate. I missed that feeling of freedom that skating gave me, that feeling only replicated by snowboarding. I'd missed snowboarding, and replaced it with skateboarding. Now I was missing skateboarding, and couldn't do anything about it. And it made me almost miserable.

I wasn't miserable though. Because old idioms about one door closing and another opening do ring true every now and then, since I was greeted to the revelation that Reki, my darling boyfriend, was incredibly over dramatic when taking care of sick people. There were two soaked flannels resting on my pounding head, a half empty pack of painkillers on the bedside table and Reki's hoodie draped over me - I was too lazy to put it on.

Reki had taken the yesterday, today and tomorrow off from his job at the skate shop, and was taking care of me in a way I'd only ever expect my mother to. It was a relief that it'd happened during my winter holidays from university, but I was anxious about being well for Christmas next week. Mom was insisting that Reki and myself spend the day with her, since she had only met him in passing visits when he'd come over to collect me. I don't want to give her this sickness, so I'm just making sure I'm going to be well enough for then.

Reki is certainly being a big help with that. He's not listened to me at all when I've said he should keep his distance from me so he doesn't get sick as well, insisting on sitting in a chair right next to me, stroking my hair affectionately as I tried my best to sleep.

He was away in the kitchen making soup at the moment. I could hear him clattering things around and swearing under his breath. I chuckled through my weary, hazy thoughts at the calamity that I'd no doubt have to clean up in the next couple days, although it seemed worth it when the redhead came back through, a bowl of soup in hand.

He sat himself down in the familiar seat and lifted the spoon resting in the red liquid, shakily bringing it towards my lips.

"Don't worry, I tasted it first. It's not as bad as the last one"

I sent him an unsure look, which he responded to by thrusting the hot liquid towards my lips, making me instinctively open my mouth to eat it, knowing he was a hazard to all those who surrounded him.

He was was right, actually; it was far better than his last effort, which tells the story of how long I've been here. Soup wasn't something I knew someone could fuck up while making...and then I met Reki.

He was...just amazing. So wonderfully colourful that it was amazing in itself that he had the time for someone as bland as me. Someone who followed the crowd being swept away by someone who forcefully opposes normality...in the good way, of course.

Living with him in this tiny little apartment has been the most educational time of my life. I've learned that he's an absolute slob when it comes to cleaning, eats more junk food than anybody could rational deem necessary, and is deathly afraid of spiders. Seriously. He nearly died. Not because of the spider, but because he leapt into my arms unexpectedly, and I dropped him.

Typical Reki...such a klutz, even with his own body. He had more scars from skateboarding than I had ever imagined, and his wrists were practically permanently broken. I have wondered more than once if there's ever going to be something irreparable in there, but as of yet, he had plenty of breakages left. There's a box at the bottom of a drawer in the bedroom that's reserved for used casts. Only the first three have signatures; I guess people got bored of writing things on them since he had them on so often.

Anyway, back to present day. He seemed pretty happy that I was eating his soup eagerly, a smile on his face that he couldn't hide. Once I was finished, he used a small towel to wipe my lips, kissing my forehead beside the soggy flannel that covered most of it.

"You shouldn't...don't want you sick as well..."

"It's fine...I'd be more sick if I didn't..."

"Don't bring out lines like that...you'll make me...feel worse about...sleeping all day..."

"It doesn't matter to me. You don't get any less handsome, so I'm more than pleased"

"...still..."

"Listen, you just go to sleep, I'll take care of you!"

"...ok...mom..."

"Hey! Don't call me that! It's...weird..."

"Only...if you make it weird..."

"No, I'm quite sure it's always weird..."

"...whatever...I'm tired...m'gonna sleep now..."

"I know, I juuuuust said you should do that!"

"Don't be...such a baby..."

"You're my baby though~"

"That's...something...my mom would say..."

I blocked out his protest.

I was fading off into a blissful sleep, almost forgetting the raging heat I was trapped in.

...that's what he did to me.
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