The Demon's Little Sister

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"Yaku-san, why won't you let me go to your house and see Y/n?"

Your brother glared. "Shut up, Lev. None of you are going to my house."

Kuroo frowned. "Not even me?"

"No." The short third year didn't even spare his teammates a glance.

Kenma finally murmured a comment, for the first time today. "Weren't you a little harsh on Y/n while you had her on that call?"

Morisuke flinched. "Maybe... but that's kinda normal for us. Y/n's kinda hard to deal with, especially when she's sick or injured. Luckily, she hasn't gotten sick in a while, so that's one thing I haven't had to deal with lately."

Inuoka spoke everyone's curiosity. "What's Y/n like when she's sick?"

"An absolute child. And she rarely speaks anything other than Russian when she's sick, which is how I've picked up on a few phrases."

Kuroo raised a brow, interest piqued. "Oh? Could we ever see this?"

"No." Morisuke shot a glare to all the boys. "Y/n is not someone you want to be around when she's sick. Especially not if you don't understand Russian. Geez, it's annoying how her brain flips like that when she's sick." The last sentence was muttered more to himself than to the others, however they all still heard it.

Shibayama cautiously asked his senpai a question. "Do you not like taking care of Y/n when she's sick, Yaku-senpai?"

The older libero turned to face the younger boy. "It's not that. I love being able to take care of her and baby her. It's just... it's difficult to handle her when she is sick. At times, she could just be a bed potato, other times she's like a restless child that can't sit still for 2 seconds."

Meanwhile... You:

"Achoo!" You look around the kitchen. "Is someone talking about me or am I getting sick?"

***

"Hello?"

"MORI!"

The boy quickly moved the phone away from his ear, caught completely off guard by your sudden yelling. "What the fuck?!"

The other guys of the Nekoma volleyball team looked at the libero, somewhat confused by the quickly changing reactions. They observed as Morisuke put his call on speaker.

"No yelling." He warned.

You pout on your end, then speak with a higher pitched voice than normal. "Whatever. Did ya finish plactice yet?"

"Plactice? You mean practice?"

"Da."

"What the fuck is wrong with your voice?"

"Знаю." (Znayu ; meaning dunno).

"Japanese."

"Come fix the heat. I think it's broken."

"How so?"

"House is too cold."

He froze, tensing. "Y/n."

"Da?"

"What have you been doing today?"

"I went outside for a walk. Then it rained."

"You have a fever, don't you."

"Знаю."

"I'll be home in a few."

"Teeeeaaaaa."

He sighed. "I'll make some tea with lemon and honey when I get back."

You hummed, then giggled. "Okie!" You abruptly hung up as thuds and various over noises started sounding from your end.

Morisuke blinked, staring at his now pitch black phone screen. "Oh god. It's restless child mode."

Kuroo smirked, leaning close to the libero. "It seems like ya might need a bit of help, Yakkun. Mind if we lend a hand?"

Morisuke didn't have enough energy to argue. "Sure. You all might as well come over, considering Lev has stuff for Y/n and I'm gonna be getting a headache real soon."

***

"Nii-san!"

One look and your brother already knew you were sick. Between your extremely noticeable flushed face, the way you spoke, and your movements... it was painfully obvious.

"You're sick."

You hum, still sprawled out on the living room floor, near the couch. "Maybe."

Morisuke sighs, hanging his head in disappointment - already feeling tired and getting a headache from the situation. "Can you get on the couch, at the very least?"

"почему?" (pochemu ; why?)

"Cuz you shouldn't lay on the floor. It's not as comfy as the couch."

"But couch got too hot. Gimme a blanket and I'll be fine. Maybe a pillow too."

Kuroo walked over and hovered over you. "That's cute. Now let's lay on the couch." He picked you up and plopped himself down on the couch, dragging you down with him and holding you down on the couch.

"Mean! Moriiiiiiiii! The rooster's holding me hostage!" You whined, an attempt to get your brother to help release you from the tall third year's grasp.

He deadpanned at you. "Good. I'll make your tea. Just don't struggle or give the rooster a hard time."

You stuck your tongue out at him as he walked into the kitchen. "Traitor!"

"Yeah, yeah." He grumbled, waving you off as he disappeared into the other room.

Kuroo chuckled. "Sorry, shortcake. We're here to make sure our libero doesn't die."

You pout, wriggling out of the older boy's grasp and running towards a chair far away from the couch. "Mori won't die. He just gets really tired."

Lev sat beside you. "Hi, Y/n!"

You smile at him, not fully in the right state of mind. "Hi, Lev!"

"Are you feeling alright?"

You shrug. "Dunno."

Bonus:

"DRINK THE FUCKING TEA, Y/N!"

You ran, hiding behind Lev so your brother couldn't get you. "No! Lev! Help me!"

The tall boy turned, picking you up and holding you out of your brother's reach. "Does this help?"

You smiled, face flushing darker. "Yup! Thanks, Lev!"

He smiled and blushed. "Anything for you, Y/n!"