Started With A Prank {oikawa x seme male OC}

chp: 37

oikawa couldn't help but giggle at the text message, he really should feel bad for getting tsuyoi sick, but he doesn't. it's not his fault, per say, but someone is to blame.

*cough cough* tsuyoi for even getting near oikawa when he was sick.

it's not like he asked tsuyoi to drop by and take care of him. it was much appreciated though, oikawa had felt his heart warm at the blurry sight of the football player there. it was nice to be taken care of, at least by someone who wasn't his mom.

although, she did question and gush over tsuyoi. oikawa used to complain all the time about tsuyoi, at least now his mother knows it's because he's got a gigantic crush on the taller male. which had no right being there and fluttering in his chest! he would never live it down.

but, just as tsuyoi took care of oikawa, oikawa was going to take care of tsuyoi.

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"oh, that's so cute." tasha said.

"yes, well tsu-chan was not. he's an ugly sick." oikawa nodded his head.

tsuyoi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and huffing. but a fond smile curled on his lips, he couldn't help it when it came to oikawa.

"still one of my favorite moments. all knight and shining armor and taking care of me." tsuyoi glanced at oikawa.

oikawa was already looking at him, smiling at the taller man. he sunk into the couch, letting their shoulders brush as they continued on.

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he remembered tsuyoi liked blueberry tea, so that was in a bottle. tsuyoi hates soup, so he brought chowder. which, hello! what's the difference?! oikawa didn't even know there was a difference until he bought it. stupid foods. he even brought crackers and a few other things to help occupy tsuyoi as he's bed ridden.

oikawa wasn't sure if tsuyoi's father was home and that was a scary thought. he swallowed thickly as he stopped in front of tsuyoi's front door. he can't back down now! just because tsuyoi's dad is scary doesn't mean oikawa has to be scared (his legs are trembling slightly at the thought). oikawa took a deep breath and manned up.

he knocked firmly, only three times. he didn't want to sound too desperate or annoying. he waited a beat, if no one answered he'd do the dumb thing and walk in. if no one answered it meant tsuyoi's father wasn't home, but that tsuyoi was sick by himself.

he didn't have to break in though, naību answered the door. she looked up at oikawa with her two separate colored eyes, blinking slowly before smiling widely. she waved at the volleyball player and stepped aside, opening the door for him to enter.

"hi oi-chan!" she closed the door behind him, grabbing his hand and guiding him to tsuyoi's room. "right this way."

oikawa felt his cheeks warm, she didn't even hesitate to take him to tsuyoi. which, it should've been embarrassing, but his heart also warmed at the thought. he was here to see tsuyoi, no denying that whatsoever.

"t-chan, you have a visitor." naību pushed his door open.

oikawa raised a brow to see marcos also there. they were actually giving tsuyoi his school work, who slapped it out of marcos' hand. tsuyoi was sitting up, shivering with two blankets around him, nose red and eyes puffy. he didn't look so pretty sick, but oikawa would still kiss him if needed.

which it's not!

tsuyoi glanced up at oikawa, narrowing his eyes and trying to focus on the tall figure. he may not be able to see clearly, but he knows oikawa's build. tsuyoi gave a grim smile, cheeks paler than usual as he waved at oikawa. his throat hurt, so he definitely didn't feel like speaking.