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(edited as of 12.18.24!)

WARNING : Swearing, Red Light District Spoilers

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You hadn't gotten a fever in a while. In fact, you're surprised you hadn't gotten one sooner, especially with all the events you've been through.

Typically, your fevers were pretty light; they mimicked the symptoms of a simple head cold, and within a day you'd be back on your feet.

But not this fever, no.

This one was absolutely kicking your ass.

After Aoi putting her foot down the day prior, you'd been forced on bed rest—confined to the four walls of your room.

It was an understatement for you to say that you were only miserable.

"Ugh," You groaned, exaggeratedly throwing your head back against your pillow, "Why can't I get better already? Can't my blood just heal me!?"

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, Tanjirou released a sigh, "It's not the end of the world, (Y/N). At least you have some good time to rest."

The crimson-haired boy soon walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge. He lovingly cupped your cheek with his calloused palm, smiling.

"You know I'm always gonna be on your side. But... this is what's best for you right now. I just want you to stay healthy," He emphasized, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.

You leaned into his soothing touch, your muscles no longer tense. "I guess," You relented with a sigh, frowning.

"It's a good thing you have a fever!" Zenitsu chimed enthusiastically. After realizing how his words could be interpreted, he choked.

"W-Wait!! That's not what I meant!!" He spluttered, frantically waving his palms in defense. "What I meant was.. that your fever gave you an opportunity to rest, since you never do it willingly.."

Leaning back from Tanjirou's touch, you sat upright with a pout, "You're right... but still! I want to go on missions! I.. I don't have any time to rest!!"

"(Y/N)," Tanjirou sighed with a slight smile, "What did we just talk about a few weeks ago?"

"That I have to stop overworking myself, or.. blah, blah.. whatever," You monotonously droned with a deadpan.

"Exactly. You know we're just looking out for you," Tanjirou lovingly replied, kissing your temple.

"Get a damn room!" Eli suddenly snapped, shuddering as he turned back to his task at hand: origami. "Pissboy and I don't want to be seeing you make goo-goo eyes at each other.. eugh.."

"He's fucking right!" Zenitsu agreed. "Tanjirou, you're lucky I don't slam your stupid iron forehead through a— WAIT, WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!?"

Zenitsu snapped his gaze for Eli, who in turn, was locked in concentration with his paper origami. As he struggled to fold a paper crane, his tongue had been sticking out.