Jeffery class of 09 x reader one shots

Sick day (sick Jeffery x male reader)

The final bell of the day echoed through the halls of Y/N's high school as he rushed to grab his things from his locker. Something had been off all day. Jeffrey hadn't shown up to class, which was unusual for him. He always made a point to be there, even if he was late.

The day felt so empty without his best friend by his side to talk about the new *Fullmetal Alchemist* episode they had just watched.

As Y/N gathered his books, a classmate passed by, mentioning to someone else that Jeffrey was out sick. Without wasting any time, he stuffed his bag with some essentials, asked for Jeffrey's homework so he could deliver it to him, and made a beeline for the exit.

The walk to Jeffrey's house felt longer than usual, the worry gnawing at Y/N's insides. *He was sick? Why didn't he tell me? I'm his best friend; we tell each other everything. Could he be so sick he can't pick up the phone?* This thought made the idea of Jeffrey suffering unbearable.

Finally, Y/N reached his front door, hesitating for just a moment before knocking. Thankfully, his mother answered quickly.

"Hello, ma'am. Is Jeffrey here? I heard he was sick, so I wanted to stop by and see if he was okay and to give him today's homework."

Jeffrey's mother let him in and said, "He's fine, he's just relaxing in his room. Do you mind watching him? I have a date, and I don't think my son should be left alone like this, so do you mind watching him for a bit?"

It was normal for Y/N to be alone with Jeffrey outside of school, but that didn't stop the sound of his heart thumping loudly in his chest. The seconds stretched on until he heard shuffling footsteps inside. The door creaked open, revealing a tired and disheveled Jeffrey.

His normally bright brown eyes were clouded with fatigue, and his hair was a mess. He was wrapped in a blanket, surrounded by snotty tissues and empty water bottles, shivering slightly despite the warmth in the house.

"Y/N? Is that you? What are you doing here?" His voice was scratchy, like he'd been coughing all day.

Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly feeling awkward under his gaze. "I... uh... heard you were sick. I brought you some soup, medicine and your homework." He lifted the bag slightly, as if it needed further explanation.

Jeffrey blinked the sleep out of his eyes, clearly surprised to see him here, before a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You didn't have to do that," he said softly, watching Y/N walk closer to his bed.

stepping into the familiar space and crouching to be at eye level "I wanted to," Y/N mumbled, He'd been here countless times before, but the air felt different now—charged with something he couldn't quite name. He made his way to the kitchen, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the way Jeffrey's presence seemed to fill the room.

As Y/N unpacked the soup and medicine, Jeffrey leaned against the counter, watching him. The silence between them was heavy, but not uncomfortable. Just... tense. Y/N could feel his eyes on him as he left the room, his hands shaking slightly as he poured the hot soup into a bowl.

When it was ready, he handed it to Jeffrey, their fingers brushing briefly. The contact sent a jolt through Y/N, and he quickly pulled his hand back, his face heating up. "Here," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "It should help."

"Thanks," Jeffrey replied, his voice quieter than usual. He took the bowl and sat up in his bed,
Y/N following suit and sitting closely beside him. Jeffrey watched as Y/N took a spoonful of the soup, his face flushing with embarrassment as the warmth spread through him. He was so nervous, but Y/N wanted to feed him, and he couldn't throw away this opportunity to get closer.

"T-this is really good," he said after a few moments, glancing up at Y/N. There was something in his eyes—something Y/N had seen before but never dared to acknowledge. It made his heart race.

"I'm glad," Y/N replied, his voice barely above a whisper

They suddenly found it hard to look anywhere but at his face, but Jeffrey's eyes darted to the window, the table, anywhere but Y/N's face.

The silence stretched on, filled only by the sound of Jeffrey eating. Y/N wanted to say something—anything—to break the tension, but the words caught in their throat. They were best friends, and yet, being alone together like this made them feel like they were on the edge of something new and terrifying.

When Jeffrey finally finished, he looked up at Y/N, his expression serious. "Y/N, you're really amazing, you know that?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, their cheeks flushing. "I... I'm just worried about you. And I really care about you, Jeffrey. We're best friends, after all."

The words felt heavy as they left their mouths. best friends It was true, but it wasn't the whole truth, and they both knew it. The air between them crackled with unspoken feelings, a tension that had been building for far too long.

Jeffrey's eyes softened, and for a moment, it seemed like he might say something—something that could change everything. But instead, he just nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I know. And I'm really lucky to have you."

Y/N's breath caught, the words both comforting and painful. They wanted more, but they were too scared to reach for it. Instead, they nodded, standing up and gathering their things. "You should get some rest," they said as they tried to calm Jeffrey's bed head.

Jeffrey lay back down in bed to get more rest. "Thank you, Y/N. For everything." Y/N was about to walk out of his room to go clean the dishes, but not before Jeffrey reached out and gently grabbed their hand. "Could you stay with me, at least until I fall asleep?"

Y/N looked up at him, their heart pounding in their chest. "S-sure," they whispered, squeezing his hand lightly before readjusting into a more comfortable position.

Jeffrey hesitated only for a moment before lying down, his head resting gently on Y/N's lap. The contact was electric, every nerve in Y/N's body hyper-aware of his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his breath.

Y/N's fingers hovered over his hair before they finally brushed through the soft strands for the second time, smoothing him gently. Jeffrey sighed, a content sound, and closed his eyes. "This feels... really nice," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Y/N's heart swelled with something they couldn't quite name, but it felt like home. "Yeah," they whispered back, their hand continuing its gentle motion. "It does."

As Jeffrey drifted off to sleep, Y/N stayed perfectly still, afraid to disturb the moment. The tension between them was still there, but it was softer now, like a quiet understanding. Maybe they weren't ready to speak the words yet, but for now, this was enough.

And as Y/N sat there, watching over him, they wished they could freeze time and stay in this perfect moment forever.