nurse nanami
you open your eyes slowly, awakened by the sound of his soft voice.
"hello, this is kento nanami. i'm-" he stops.
he must be on the phone, you think.
"yes, i am their boyfriend," nanami continues to rub comforting circles into your back, lightly making patterns. "they've been running a fever with all the typical symptoms of the flu," he pauses again, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. "ah, i see. thank you. i'll keep you updated." nanami places his phone down on the nightstand.
you lift your head up, your eyes meeting his. his round glasses have slid down to the end of his nose, you push them back up on his face with your finger.
"sorry, did i wake you?" he asks, a small frown on his face.
"no," you lie, your voice coming out cracked and raw.
he hands you a glass of water from his side of the bed.
you take it from him, slowly sipping on the stale water.
"go back to sleep," nanami says, his voice soft and comforting, completely different than his cold demeanor with everyone else.
you shake your head, sitting all the way up, "i have to go to work. i have to finish the project. it's due today-"
he stops you with a cold hand on your shoulder. "i already talked to the office secretary. she said the flu has been going around your building and it's best that you take the day off."
you sigh loudly, rubbing your sleepy eyes.
"lay back down," nanami says, almost commands.
you give in, laying down against his cool chest. it feels so nice against your warm face.
he lets you fall asleep against him, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. nanami isn't grossed out by you drooling on him, he actually finds it quite adorable. he wipes your nose when you sniffle, unfazed by the ungodly amount of snot leaking out of your nose. nanami is careful to gently prop you up against his upright body when you begin to wheeze. he lets you shift against him; lets you hug his arm or curl up against his side. nanami pulls the blankets over your shoulders when you shiver, pushing them off when you begin to sweat.
you drift in and out of consciousness, only fully waking up in the afternoon.
"mm, good morning," nanami murmurs, the corners of his mouth turning up ever-so-slightly. he places his hand against your forehead, "you're hot."
you prop your chin up on his chest, giving him your best doe-eyed look, "but kento," you whine, "aren't i always hot?"
he narrows his eyes, "oh please, don't start acting like gojo."
you laugh, your laughter quickly turning into a coughing fit.
he rubs your back, holding a tissue to your mouth as you cough up mucus. "sorry doll, i didn't mean for this."
you lean against him, continuing to breathe heavily.
nanami hands you some pills and a glass of water, prompting you to take them.
you grudgingly agree, quickly swallowing the green capsules.
"good job, sweetheart, i know you don't like them," he goes back to rubbing patterns on your back.
"i'm hungry," you say softly into the comforting fabric of his tshirt.
"noodles?" nanami asks, sweetly rubbing sweaty hair out of your face.
you nod weakly.
he swings his leg over the side of the bed, going to stand up.
you grab his wrist, his skin cool against your burning touch.
he understands immediately, walking over to your side of the bed and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you bridal style, taking you with him to the other room. nanami smells like toothpaste and laundry detergent and freshly printed newspaper. but right now, you can't smell anything at all. nanami lays you down on the living room couch, noticing the pout on your face.
"i can't smell anything," you explain. "i miss your smell."
"i can smell you," nanami chuckles, ignoring your look of betrayal.
"kento," you whine, "you can't pick on me when i'm sick. how come you only act like this to me?"
"because you're the only one i like to tease, sweetheart," nanami kisses your temple before heading into the kitchen.
you watch nanami move around the open kitchen. he would make the perfect husband, you sigh. he looks so good in his tight university tee and boxers. his tits would make anyone envious. you wish you weren't sick. you would love to-
"did you hear me?" nanami asks, his eyes locked on to you.
"sorry," your eyes flicker up from his chest, "what did you say?"
"i asked if you're warm, your face is red," nanami repeats.
"oh, no, i'm fine," you hide behind the back of the couch, slightly embarrassed by your midday fantasies.
"hmm," nanami says with a slight smirk, bringing a bowl of noodles over to you.
"thank you," you blush, taking the bowl from him. "thank you for taking today off to take care of me."
"it's my pleasure, doll," he replies, sitting down next to you. "besides, when was the last time we had a day off together?"
"too bad i have the flu," you pout. you slurp down your noodles, the warm broth feeling wonderful on your sore throat.
"that good, huh?" nanami asks, grinning down at you.
"delicious, babe," you reply, happily smiling at him. "try some," you hold out the bowl before pulling it back. "actually, you probably shouldn't eat after me. i don't want to make you sick."
"i have a strong immune system. me getting sick isn't a problem."
you tilt your head, "we've been together for three years and you've never been sick. not even a cold or anything." you scoff, "god really played favorites with you; handsome, smart, immune to sickness, big d-"
nanami interrupts you, knowing how you were going to finish that sentence, "eat your food before it gets cold."
"yes, sir," you giggle, slurping down your noodles. you stand up from the couch, immediately feeling dizzy.
nanami's beside you in an instant, his hand on your back.
you lean against his side, "sorry."
"don't apologize," he murmur. "you want to walk?"
you nod, hesitantly stepping forward.
nanami keeps his arm around you, holding you steady. he helps you walk to the bedroom. "good job, baby."
"now, i'm tired," you plop down on your side of the bed.
"you could take a nap," nanami sits down beside you, scooting over so you can rest against his side.
"i hate being sick," you groan.
"i know," he frowns, rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. "i think the docu-series about the zodiac killer you wanted to watch is out."
your eyes light up, "you're right. do you want to watch it with me?"
nanami smiles at your reaction, "of course, doll."
you giggle excitedly, tucking your chin against his chest, "you're the best, kento."
he smiles, tracing words onto your back. he swallows loudly, ignoring the tickle in the back of his throat.
"i'm so glad you remembered this series. i can't believe that i forgot ab-"
nanami sneezes, jolting you off his chest.
you prop yourself up on your arm, your eyes meeting his, "oh no, i got my nurse sick," your frown. "i guess i'll be taking care of you tomorrow, nurse nanami."
