Guren x Shinya one shots | AU GureShin [ONS]

Guren catches a cold

Warnings: none

Dom/Sub: seme!Shinya x uke!Guren

Word count: 2209

A/N: Thanks for reading :3

Writing prompt:

Imagine that Person B of your OTP has a cold. Person A of your OTP takes it upon themselves to nurse them back to health.

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It was a warm spring afternoon. Guren stumbled through the door of his apartment, sneezing and sniffling loudly. He had a really severe headache and he kept telling himself that it was just because of the stress from work; he wasn't getting sick or anything as absurd as that. He dropped the briefcase by the front door, kicked his shoes off of his feet and while he was walking towards the sofa in the small living room area, he pulled down his suit and loosened up the knot of his tie. With a quiet sigh he collapsed onto the sofa, landing face-first on one of the cushions. He just stayed in this position, while the pain died down for a bit.

It was the ringing of his mobile phone that woke Guren up about an hour later. He groaned and got up. A wave of dizziness hit him out of nowhere and he stumbled towards the front doors where he left his briefcase. The headache was still present and loud ringing really wasn't making it any better. He snatched the phone out of his briefcase and answered it without checking the caller ID.

"What?" he snapped, suddenly hoping that it wasn't his boss.

"Ah, Guren, finally," a voice that was usually so carefree was now all serious, "I called you quite a few times earlier, but you didn't answer. What were you doing? I was starting to get worried." Not his boss.

"I was sleeping, you dumbass. No need to get worried just because I don't immediately answer my phone. You are not my mother," Guren grunted and headed back into the living room.

"Well, I'm glad that you are okay," the voice of his ... friend (or whatever they were) Shinya got back to its usual singsong state, "but you sound kind of funny. Are you sick or something?"

Guren changed his course and wandered into the kitchen. "I just have a headache. From work probably. This last two weeks were gruesome." He shuffled through the cabinets, looking for some painkillers. Then he sneezed and Shinya immediately understood the situation.

"Is it okay if I come over? Never mind the question, I'm coming over. I'll be at your place in half an hour. See you then." The line was cut before Guren could protest.

"Damn, that guy," Guren muttered to himself in annoyance as he stared at the home screen of his phone. Sometimes he wondered why he chose this guy to fall for. Oh wait, he didn't. But no matter what he mumbled to himself, when he was annoyed about Shinya doing things his way, he never really meant it and was now glad that he was coming over.

Guren poured himself a glass of water and took the painkillers he found. Then he stumbled back into living room and fell onto the sofa. He didn't mean to fall asleep again, yet it happened anyways.

About forty-five minutes later, he was woken up by the ringing sound again – only this time it was a doorbell. He got up, discovering that the dizziness was gone. He walked over to the front door and unlocked them. When he opened the door, his nose suddenly got all itchy; his hand attempted to cover his mouth, but it was too slow and he sneezed right into Shinya's face.

"I'm sorry," he groaned, covering the lover half of his face in case he sneezed again (and he also didn't want Shinya to see him blushing).

Shinya just smiled, like Guren sneezing into his face was something very amusing, "Bless you. Sorry I'm late. I stopped at the store and bought some food." He raised his hand and showed him the canvas tote bag he was holding.