Chigiri Hyoma x reader oneshots

7. Sick

One evening, as the sun began to set, Chigiri decided to pay a visit to you, whom he hadn't seen for a few days. When he arrived at your place, he was greeted by the sight of you lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with a flushed face.

Concern washed over him as he approached you. You looked unwell, and he couldn't bear to see you suffering. Gently, he placed the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. It was evident that you have a fever.

Chigiri knew that you were a strong and independent person, but he couldn't simply leave you in this state. Without a second thought, he decided to make himself useful.

He carefully picked you up, your head resting on his shoulder, and carried you to your bedroom. You stirred but didn't wake as he laid you down gently on the bed. He knew you needed rest, and he was determined to provide you with the care you deserved.

Chigiri took a damp cloth from the bathroom and placed it on your forehead to help bring down your fever. He sat by your side, quietly watching over you as you slept.
As the hours passed, Chigiri continued to watch over you, his concern growing with every feverish murmur and shiver.

Chigiri's heart ached as he saw you shiver slightly in your sleep again. He whispered softly, "I hope you get well soon, Love. I hate seeing you like this."

You stirred at the sound of his voice, your eyes fluttering open weakly. "Hyoma?" You mumbled, your voice hoarse and barely audible.

Chigiri nodded, his worry deepening. "Yeah, it's me. You don't look well at all. Let me take care of you."

You tried to smile weakly. "Hyoma, you didn't have to come. I'll be fine."

Chigiri wasn't convinced. He took the damp cloth off for a moment and reached out to feel your forehead. You were clearly burning up even with the help of the damp cloth that was on your forehead a few seconds ago, and it is clear that you are in no shape to help yourself.

"You should have gone to a doctor," he chided gently. " Or at least tell me so I could take you to one."

You closed your eyes for a moment trying to ignore your pounding headache. "I didn't want to bother anyone. Besides, you have that important match coming up and I don’t want to risk getting you sick."

Chigiri sighed, shaking his head. "Matches can wait, (Y/N). Your health is what matters right now."

He grabbed the damp cloth and placed it back on your forehead, trying to bring down your fever. Chigiri stayed by your side, offering you water and making sure you took your medicine.

He wished he could take away your pain, but all he could do was offer comfort and support. He gently brushed your hair away from your face, whispering words of reassurance.

"Thank you for this," you managed to whisper.

Chigiri gave you a reassuring smile. "Of course, Love. We should always take care of each other. Now, you should get some rest. I'll be right here if you need anything."

He settled into a chair beside your bed, watching over you as you drifted back into a restless sleep. He continued to stay by your side, monitoring your fever and making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Chigiri knew that he couldn't magically make your illness disappear, he could only wish to be able to do so as he patiently waited at your side.