addiction. | ayato kirishima x reader

Sick Sweetness

(y.n.) - your name x
This one is little but I hope you enjoy it all the way and I'm really waiting for your requests ;)

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"Ayato will probably kill me." You wheezed, covering yourself with a blanket and drinking tea made by Touka, who was sitting beside you the whole evening. She didn't want to leave you all alone with a terrible fever you had, so Touka decided to wait for Ayato to come to replace her as you were feeling terribly sick.

"Why?" Touka asked carefully, standing up to make some more tea for you. She was the closest friend to you now, and you didn't even know how to thank her for sitting here all this time.

"Yesterday we almost had a serious quarrel because I didn't want to take his jacket." You explained, suddenly having a coughing fit. Your head was aching and the eyelids seemed to be very heavy; generally, it felt like hell. You actually hated to be sick - everybody had to take care of you while you're laying in bed, having no power to stand up and even to talk. It was unbearable.

"And why you didn't?" Touka laughed, putting a towel on your forehead.

"I was worried about him! If Ayato gave me the jacket, he would be left only in a shirt and would get sick." You mumbled under your breath, your eyes closed.

"Even Ayato is a pain in the ass sometimes, this is really important that he cares a lot about you." Touka stated, smiling at the thought that her little brother finally fell in love with someone. She noticed how Ayato changed with you in his life; his usual rudeness and insensitivity receded a bit when he was with you. The second main fact was that you deeply loved him, and it was confirmed many times. Touka was truly happy for Ayato, even though sometimes he behaved like a complete asshole with her.

You blushed at Touka's words, but before you could reply, you two heard a sound of the front door opening. You opened the eyes and held your breath for a second, preparing yourself for a lecture how stupid you were yesterday for not taking the damn jacket.

When Ayato came into the room, your heart started to beat faster. For your surprise, he didn't shout or even heighten his voice. Ayato came closer to your bed and sat on it, looking at you with compassion.

"How are you feeling, idiot?" He asked with a smile, ruffling your hair and taking the towel away. Suddenly his lips were on your forehead, estimating the approximate temperature of your body. You couldn't help but blush even redder and smile at this gesture of love.

"Get well, (y.n.)! Bye!" You heard Touka saying from the corridor. You didn't even have time to respond because she fast closed the door behind herself.

"Next time you better listen to what I say." Ayato resented, now looking at you with irritation. "You fucking scared me to death! Touka texted that you were nearly dying." He said, standing up. "Have some rest now, idiot. I'll be in the kitchen."

"No, stay!" You whined, not letting go his hand. Ayato laughed, bending over to you.

"Have some sleep, my little idiot." He kissed your forehead. This time you decided to listen to his words.

"I love you so much, Ayato." You whispered, falling asleep.