𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ❥︎ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱

The next few months were a blur, an absolute blur.

Between moving in with Giyuu, settling into a new routine, and balancing everything else in life, time seemed to slip through your fingers.

The days melted into nights, filled with shared meals, quiet conversations, and the warmth that came with simply just existing together.

Your books lined his shelves, your favourite mug sat beside his in the kitchen, and the scent of your shampoo lingered on his pillows. It was seamless and natural.

Soft mornings were filled with husky voices and tangled limbs, lazy evenings spent curled up on the couch, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin.

There were days when you wouldn't hear from him as much as you'd like, and Mai and Emi would keep you in the loop.

He was a man of business, after all. Meetings stretched late into the evening, and emails consumed his attention, and phone calls pulled him away even when he was home.

-

One slightly chilly morning, you woke up dead.

Not literally, but you had a usually higher fever, a throbbing headache, a sore throat, and your mouth tasted of sand paper.

You checked the time on your phone.

11:30am.

You groaned as you slowly pulled yourself up from bed, feeling like a freight train had run over you. Every movement felt sluggish, and your body ached in places you didn't even know were possible. The cold air in the room only seemed to make things worse as you grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself.

Giyuu emerged into the room at the perfect time.

"Love?" he spoke gently.

"Hi..."

He knelt beside the bed and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.

"You're burning up,"

You took a deep breath, and he brushed a few strands of hair from your face. "Stay here. I'll make you some herbal tea."

"I think I actually want to move to the front room. This room is freezing,"

"Alright, let me help you,"

You carefully made your way to the living room, settling down on the couch before Giyuu wrapped a think blanket around you.

"Better?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You nodded sleepily. "Mhm."

You listened to the quiet sounds of him moving around-the clink of a spoon, the soft rush of water filling the kettle. A few minutes later, he returned with a steaming mug in hand, kneeling beside the couch as he handed it to you.

"Drink slowly," he instructed, watching you closely as you took a careful sip. The warmth spread through your chest, soothing the scratch in your throat.

"You're too good to me," you murmured, voice still hoarse.

Giyuu brushed his knuckles against your cheek. "I just love you."

"I just love you too,"

Giyuu shifted, settling beside you on the couch. He tucked the blanket more securely around your shoulders before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you against his chest.

"Get some rest," he murmured. "I'll be right here."

Exhaustion pulled you under within moments, and it wasn't long before you drifted off to sleep.

-

You woke up at 5pm, and Giyuu was sitting just a meter away from you, with a book in his hands.

You blinked groggily, the remnants of sleep still clinging to you as you shifted under the blanket. Your throat felt a little less sore, and the warmth from the tea earlier still lingered in your chest.

Giyuu must have noticed you stirring because he glanced up from his book, his expression softening.

"Hey," he murmured. "How do you feel?"

You stretched slightly, wincing at the lingering ache in your muscles. "Better... I think."

He set his book aside and moved closer, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead again. "Your fever's gone down a little," he noted, brushing his fingers gently over your cheek. "Are you hungry?"

Now that he mentioned it, you were. "A little," you admitted.

Giyuu nodded, already standing. "I'll make you something light. Soup?"

"That sounds perfect," you murmured, sinking back into the couch as he moved toward the kitchen.

Twenty short minutes later, the rich, warm scent of soup filled the apartment. Giyuu returned with a steaming bowl, setting it down on the coffee table before helping you sit up. He placed a pillow behind your back for support before handing you the spoon.

"Thank you..." you said calmly.

After eating your soup, you and Giyuu got to talking.

"Mai is coming by in about ten minutes to drop off some clothes, by the way,"

Knock.

"Or maybe now..." he murmured.

The door began to unlock, and the familiar woman stepped inside.

"Lowkey forgot I had the key to this place."

"Hey..." Giyuu mumbled.

Mai tossed her bag on the counter before noticing you on the couch.

"Hi, cutie pie. Not well?"

You shook your head.

She gave you an apologetic look "Thankfully I come bearing gifts. Though you'll probably only be able to use them when you're well. I'll leave them on your bed!!"

You muttered a hoarse thank you before she disappeared into the room.

Giyuu came and sat down next to you. "How are you feeling,"

"Achey. Tired. And dehydrated,"

"Maybe we should get you to a doctor, love,"

"It's probably just the flu,"

Giyuu frowned slightly, clearly not convinced. "If you don't feel better by tomorrow, we're going." His voice was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument.

You knew better than to fight him on it, so you just nodded. "Fine. But I really think I'll be okay."

Giyuu sighed, running a hand through his hair before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Just promise me you'll tell me if it gets worse."

"I promise," you murmured, leaning into him.

"Good." He pulled the blanket up around you a little more snugly. "Do you want anything? More tea? Water?"

"Water would be nice," you admitted.

A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water, handing it to you before sitting back down beside you. You took a few slow sips, relishing the cool relief on your dry throat.

"Thank you," you whispered.

He simply hummed, his fingers absentmindedly brushing against yours. "Just rest, love. I've got you."

-

a/n: may this kind of love attack me with a hammer