Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake #6

Kirishima doesn't get sick. He is always the picture of perfect health. Of course with taking care of Hiyori, he really didn't have time to be sick. Yokozawa didn't make a habit of comparing Kirishima to Takano. It doesn't seem fair to do so. After all, he sure as hell wouldn't want Kirishima comparing him to Sakura. However, in this case one slipped into his mind.
It was still dark outside when the beeping of his alarm alerted Yokozawa that it was time to get up. He had stayed the night at Kirishima's apartment, but chose to stay in the guest room despite his older partner's persistent assurance that he wouldn't do anything if Yokozawa slept in his room with him. Yokozawa played this game before and knew that if he gave in to Kirishima's pleas, he would not be getting any sleep. Unfortunately, they both had work early this morning, so he chose sleep over sex.
He sat up yawning and stretching his arms up. A tiredness that was similar to not getting any sleep, perfectly described how he felt. 'I'm exhausted even though I got around seven hours of sleep. I hope coffee will help me wake up.' He got up off the bed. He stood there listening for sounds meaning his older partner was getting ready for work as well. It was unnaturally silent. This brought a frown to his face. Kirishima was better at waking up in the morning than Yokozawa, only slightly though. Slipping into a black business suit, the salesman exited the room.
Hiyori exited her room at the same time, but did not notice Yokozawa. It was obvious she just woke up. Her sleepiness was evident in the way she stumbled to the bathroom. Hiyo splashed water on her face to help wake her up completely. When she was done in the bathroom she went back into the hallway where Yokozawa was still standing. He stood there with an amused smile.
"Good Morning Hiyo. " Yokozawa greeted the young girl.
"Oni-chan! Good morning. How long have you been standing there?" Hiyori responded surprised. A smile washed over he face and she moved to stand in front of him.
"A few minutes. I left the guest room at the same time you left your room."
"Oh. I didn't notice." Was Hiyori's sheepish response. She looked around before questioning, "Is Papa up yet? I thought he had work early this morning."
"It doesn't seem like he is up yet. I was about to check on him myself." The dark haired businessman reported, starting to move, when a small hand was held in front his chest in the universal signal of stop. He tipped his head staring at Hiyori curious.
"I will do that! And instead you can go continue to get ready for work. Then, while Papa gets ready, we can make some breakfast and eat it together before heading our separate ways for the day." Hiyori suggested happily. She watched Yokozawa waiting for a response.
"Sounds like a plan." Yokozawa said nodding. He leaned down, putting his hand on the little girl's shoulder. "I am counting on you for this task." He had a look of mock seriousness on his face.
"Of course I won't let you down, sir." Hiyori saluted with a matching look of seriousness.
Both of them let out a small laugh. Yokozawa headed to the kitchen. Hiyori made her way to her father's bedroom. Upon reaching the door, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. There was the possibility her father was awake. After all she wouldn't want to walk in on him getting dressed. She received no answer. She cautiously opened the door and peered inside.
Kirishima was laying on the bed in a bundle of blankets. He was blocked from her view. It was impossible to tell if he noticed Hiyori's presence. She walked into the room and over to her father. Raising her hand, then she put it on the spot where her father's shoulder was likely to be. She gently, but firmly shook her father. She called out to him at the same time.
"What-? What do you want?" Kirishima started to ask having to restart when his voice was too quiet at first. He sounded weary and his voice was rough. The Editor-in-Chief made no move, but laid still, waiting for an answer. The voice that called out to him was unrecognizable due to his blankets.
"Papa, are you okay? It is time to get up for work. Oni-chan and I were wondering why you weren't up yet." Hiyori inquired softly, sounding a little concerned.
The blankets fell to the side as Kirishima sat up with some effort and was blinking sleepily. He had not slept well last night and was not completely feeling alright.
His body and head ached. His throat was killing him. He shifted his gaze to meet his daughter's.
Hiyori observed Kirishima. He looked exhausted. His movements were sluggish. He was hunched over slightly. He was sweating and yet shivered. His face was pale yet had a slight red color running across his cheeks. Clearly, something was wrong. Hiyori raised her hand and place on his forehead. The skin was warm to the touch. Both of them stared at each other until the sound of footsteps gave away Yokozawa's arrival.
"How is it going in here?" Yokozawa questioned leaning against the door frame looking from father to daughter. He was not close enough to notice anything wrong with Kirishima.
"Good.""He is sick." Both Kirishima and Hiyori answered the dark haired man at the same time. They looked at each other again. And then back at Yokozawa who had his brow raised. Yokozawa moved from the door frame into the room and sat on the bed between the two. One look at Kirishima told him all he needed to know.
"You have a fever. You should stay home and rest today." Yokozawa determined and Hiyori nodded in agreement. While his voice was normal, Yokozawa was concerned about his partner. He doesn't get sick.
"I will be fine. You two don't have to worry. I am going to get ready for work." Kirishima tried and failed to confidently say. He rose to get off the bed before starting to cough hard. Then, he turned his head and sneezed a few times. Now that he was awake it was like the symptoms of the cold were hitting him full force.
Yokozawa wordlessly pulled Kirishima back down on to the bed. He gave Kirishima a glare that dared him to even think about getting up again. Kirishima stayed still. Trying to get up now would be a losing battle as both Yokozawa and Hiyori was against it. Also, he was kind of dizzy and weak.
"You stay here. I will see Hiyori off to school and call work." Yokozawa ordered, leaving no room for argument as he left the room. Hiyori gave Kirishima a quick kiss on the cheek before following Yokozawa out the door.
True to his word, Yokozawa he made sure that Hiyori was prepared for school and watched her and Yuki head off. Now, he was standing in the living room holding his phone in his hand. It would be easy enough to call work to let them know Kirishima would not be coming in due to a cold, however he was having a problem calling in for himself. Sure he had plenty of unused vacation days so it wouldn't really be a problem to ask for a day off. Yet, he didn't want to have to deal with coworkers shock that he, the wild bear of the sales department, actually took a day off. 'Well, what should I do? I am going to stay home to take care of him. That's a given. I just don't want to deal with gossip when I get back.'
He sat on the couch looking toward the bedroom. He wanted to hurry up and go to his sick lover. Seeing Kirishima sick surprised him and seeing the pitiful expression on his face as he walked out of the room earlier almost kept him from leaving the room. Yokozawa was soft and he wanted to help his lover get better quickly. A solution to his problem popped into his head and he dialed the number for work before he could wuss out.
The phone rang three times before a voice answered,"Hello, how may I help you?"
"Ah hello. This is Yokozawa from the sales department. I am calling to inform you that both Kirishima Zen, editor-in-chief of Japun, and myself will not be coming in today. We are both sick."
"I see that isn't good. This is a little bit of a rough time for you to be out, but I think we will manage. Please rest and get better soon. "
"Will do. Bye." Yokozawa responded shortly, not impolitely though. He put his phone down and walked into the kitchen. He made some rice porridge, filled a glass with water, and took out some cold medicine in both liquid and pill form because he couldn't recall which one Kirishima preferred. He grabbed a tray and put the items on it, then headed to Kirishima's bedroom.
Upon entering the bedroom quietly in case Kirishima was asleep, he noticed that his lover was laying in bed with his eyes closed, but not asleep. Kirishima looked miserable. There was a pile of tissues on the floor next to him and his face was tight from the pain he felt. He had the blankets pulled tightly around him and was still shivering. The cold was taking a toll on him.
"How are you doing?" Yokozawa asked, instantly feeling stupid, since Kirishima was clearly suffering from the symptoms of a cold. He set the tray down on the night stand and stood by the bed.
"Well I'm not good, but I'm happy." Kirishima replied, looking at his lover attempting to and failing to smile.
"Happy? Are you an idiot? Why would you be happy being sick?" Yokozawa questioned, a frown appearing on his face.
"Maybe. Though times like this just show how much you love me. After all you chose staying with me over work. It was probably a tough decision though." Kirishima responded flipping on his back to stare at the ceiling.
"You are sick. There was no way I was going to leave you alone. Work is important, but you being healthy is more important. Also, we both know you would end up burning the house down if you tried to cook something." Yokozawa countered, adding the last part to hide his embarrassment. Saying sweet, reassuring words just isn't easy for him.
"Are you teasing me?" Kirishima raised his eyebrow amused. "I'll have you know I can at least heat things up in a microwave. Or make things like soup."
"How is it that you can sound so confident about this?" Yokozawa inquires his eyebrows furrowing. He shakes his head.
"Not everyone can be good at cooking like you, love. My expertise is in other areas." Kirishima said seductively, or would have if he didn't end up coughing and sneezing.
Yokozawa watched Kirishima worriedly. He turned around and grabbed both the pill and liquid medicine. He held out his offering to Kirishima.
"Here take some medicine. I didn't know which one you wanted so I brought both. I have some rice porridge for afterwards." Yokozawa said in a gentle voice.
Kirishima flinched away from Yokozawa and stiffened. His smile became weary. Kirishima's face paled. He grabbed Yokozawa's hands and pushed them away.
"No thanks. I can just rest and get better. There is no need for medicine." Kirishima hastily explained, removing his hands from Yokozawa's hands.
"No need? You are lying here surrounded by tissues and each cough sounds like you are trying to hack up a lung. Take some medicine." Yokozawa countered, waiting for Kirishima to pick which medicine he wanted.
"Really, there is nothing to worry about. I'll be fine without it." Kirishima said, shifting toward the other side of the bed away from Yokozawa.
Having his patience run out Yokozawa angrily responded, "If you don't pick one of these to help with your cold I will chose for you."
"I don't want to. I don't like taking medicine." Kirishima admitted, pouting and sliding under the blankets further.
"Don't be childish! You have an energetic 11 years old daughter to take care of. You can't wait out the sickness. Now take the damn medicine!" Yokozawa snapped, disbelief on his face. 'I can't believe this is happening.'
"No." Kirishima answered, staring challengingly at Yokozawa.
Instead of continuing the argument, Yokozawa put down the medicine. He reached over and pulled the blankets off of Kirishima. Then, he grabbed Kirishima's wrists and yanked him back over toward him. Kirishima struggled and flailed desperately. When Kirishima was close enough, Yokozawa repositioned him so he was sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Kirishima let out groans and hisses of pain which were ignored by his younger partner. Yokozawa straddled Kirishima who stared in shock.
Taking advantage of Kirishima's temporary shock, Yokozawa grabbed the liquid medicine and poured some in his mouth cringing at the taste. Yokozawa leaned in and placed his lips against Kirishima's. Instinctively, Kirishima opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and ended up swallowing the medicine Yokozawa had in his mouth. Similar to Yokozawa, Kirishima cringed at the taste. Yokozawa broke off the kiss with a satisfied smile, after all he accomplished his goal.
"Damn, if you are going to be this seductive when taking care of me, maybe I should get sick more often." Kirishima said, setting his hands on Yokozawa's hips. His hands started to slide up slowly, until Yokozawa knocked them away.
"I'm not being seductive! Don't even think about it! I've had enough headache from trying to get Masamune to take medicine-" Yokozawa was cut off as Kirishima pushed him on his back pinning him to the mattress. Yokozawa stared at into Kirishima's almond eyes and gulped. 'Oh shit. I screwed up.'
"Hmmmm. Your thinking of him while taking care of me. I will have to fix that." Kirishima spoke in an eerily calm voice. He had a tight smile on his face. His eyes were narrowed.
"I wasn't....I mean....I did but..." Yokozawa could finish as Kirishima's teeth grazed his neck. He let out a gasp and then a slight moan as Kirishima sucked on his neck. Kirishima stopped to grab Yokozawa's chin and capture his lips in a hot, kiss. Kirishima's hands moved to roam Yokozawa's chest before halting at the nipples. Kirishima pinched and rolled Yokozawa's nipples. The shirt Yokozawa was wearing caused him slight frustration as it blocked Kirishima's touch. Yokozawa felt heat pooling in his stomach. While, he wanted to continue on, his common sense kicked in.
"Ahhh....ngh....stop..it! We....hnnngghh....can't!" Yokozawa broke the kiss. He placed his hands on Kirishima's chest and pushed trying to get him off to no avail.
"That's not for you to decide. This is a consequence from your earlier words." Kirishima responded determined and moved his face closed so his breath was hot on Yokozawa's ear. Yokozawa shuddered which brought a smile to Kirishima's face. He was leaning over Yokozawa.
"You are sick, in case you've forgotten." Yokozawa harshly reprimanded trying to ignore Kirishima's closeness.
"I'm feeling better, after all I took medicine. And I know my limit." Kirishima replied with a smirk moving his hand to squeeze Yokozawa's half hard cock. "You aren't that against it either right."
Yokozawa's face was a dark red. He did want to continue. He knew that they shouldn't. 'Why am I even hesitating. Ah wait! That's right I forgot to tell him.'
A wave of sleepiness hit Kirishima. His head dropped to Yokozawa's shoulder and his whole body weight was now on Yokozawa trapping him. Gentle snores could be heard from his older partner. He tried to escape, but was unsuccessful. 'That medicine I gave him is good for helping people sleep. Now I'm stuck until he wakes up.' Kirishima turned his face toward Yokozawa and nuzzled into his neck.
Yokozawa stared at his sleeping lover. The anger and helplessness he felt at being stuck left him. Kirishima was sleeping peacefully and Yokozawa felt comfortable and relaxed. He moved one hand and ran his fingers through Kirishima's hair. With the other hand he interlaced their fingers. After kissing Kirishima's forehead, Yokozawa drifted to sleep.
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The next morning Yokozawa woke up with a pounding headache. His body hurt and his nose was stuffed. It was freezing even though he was covered in sweat. He heard people shuffling around him. A groan left his lips which alerted the people in the room that he was awake. He opened his eyes to see sympathetic and guilty looking Kirishima and a concerned Hiyori. He stared at them both questioningly. He started to get up, but Kirishima gently pushed him back down. Realization hit him and he glared at Kirishima. He had caught Kirishima's cold.

Another chapter and more fluff. I hope you enjoyed this for anyone that takes the time to do so. I was writing this instead of a paper for school....but it was worth it. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I try to catch as many as I can. Like always the character's thoughts are in italics and the other side of the phone call conversation is in bolded.