I've Got Hajime for Days [DISCONTINUED]

Husband & Wife; She Falls in Love, and She Falls Sick.

The clank of my fork hitting the bottom of the plate echoed eerily throughout the room. With a slightly shaky hand, I fed myself the scrambled eggs before me. A strange blue glow casted on my surroundings, bringing the atmosphere into a dark and mysterious one. As I envelop the eggs in my mouth, I sink my teeth into them, hoping to draw out flavors that would tingle and please my taste buds.

However, my palate seemed to have different ideas and immediately, I could feel it rejecting the breakfast. I slapped my hand over my mouth, and with only the sink in the focus of my vision, I rushed towards it. Releasing my hand, I gagged, expelling the once-chewed eggs.

Once I was done, my knees lost their strength. I held onto the sink for support as I crouch down by it, feeling dizzy and nauseous. I trembled as my fingertips began to turn cold. With wide eyes, I can only stare at the floor as I finally came into realization that I couldn't run away from the truth.

"I... I... I'm turning into a ghoul."

Cold sweat ran down my spine as my breath turned shallow, lips trembled lightly at my shaky breath. "Oshiete yo, Shiete yo, sono shiku –"

"AS IF!" My husband interrupted my moment, irk marks growing on his beautiful face as he helped me to my feet. With one of his bara arms around my waist, holding me up, I can feel myself growing weaker. Giving me his signature pout, his brows scrunched up in concern.

Iwaizumi placed a hand on my forehead, which was almost as wide as his biceps, and felt my temperature before letting out a sigh. "You're sick."

"Love sick," I corrected him, winking, making him mumble a small prayer under his breath before putting me into bed.

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I let out a couple of dry coughs before pulling the covers closer, resting it right on my chin. A childish whine escaped my lips and I snuggled into the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position to lay in. With my eyes squinted due to the pounding headache I was experiencing, I watched as Iwaizumi approached me. I smiled at his concerned expression, his lips in a light pout and his gaze, soft and tender.

"You're still hot..." He murmured as he pressed his palm against my huge forehead, feeling my temperatures. His little pout deepened.

"No way," I said. "I can never be as hot as you are, Hajime-kun." I wink-wonked at him, earning a cringe from the ravenette.

I giggled, loving the adorable look on his face. "Did you get any sleep?" My husband asked, sitting by the edge of our bed by my side. He gently brushed his fingers against the shape of my face, caressing me lovingly.

"It's the only thing I can do," I shrugged. He heaved a sigh, brushing my hair away from my face. I pulled my lips into a smile, doing my best to convince him that I really was fine. "Don't worry too much, Hajime-kun. It's just a fever." I assured him.

"You're almost never sick," He countered. Unlike me, who has a strong immune system, Iwaizumi falls sick easily when he isn't careful. Just a quick walk under a light rain without any umbrella and he would be having a fever within a few hours. I could understand why he would be worried at my sudden sickness.

"Well, I'm still human after all," I reminded him. "Although I really wanted to be a ghoul..." I added under my breath. "I fall sick –" Just before I can finish my sentence, a sharp pain pierced my skull, causing me to wince.

I curled my body as the pain intensifies, one hand gripping the sheets while the other searched for Iwaizumi's arm. A little startled by my sudden change in expression, Iwaizumi quickly gave me his hand, allowing me to squeeze it until the pain passed by. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell the expression on his face, knowing how much he wanted to be able to help but can't.

Once the migraines started to subside, I loosened my grip on his hand but didn't pull away. Instead, I slipped my fingers between his, entwining our hands. "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, brushing my hair behind my ear. I nodded, giving him a weak smile.

Not fully convinced, Iwaizumi pressed his lips against my forehead, lingering there a little longer than he would. I giggled, loving the affection he was showing. I sighed as he pulled away.

How I wish he could just cuddle me up and spoon me, holding me in his bara-kun arms that would fend off everything that scares me, I thought to myself.

"I know you're calling me bara in your mind again," He pointed out.

"Dayum boi, are you a mind reader or something? Are you secretly an esper or something?" I gasped dramatically, pressing my fingers against my lips.

"No," Iwaizumi brushed off my jokes, his eyes showing how done he was with me and was looking back into his entire life, 'RAGRETS' labelled on all his life choices. "It's just that that's the only thing you think of me,"

"That's not true~" I sang playfully.

"Yes it is," He playfully pinched my nose. As he let go of my nose, he stood up from the bed.

"W-Where are you going, Hajime-kun?" A slight panic rose within me, not wanting him to leave. Instead of answering me, he allowed me to make a guess, knowing that my gaze was following him as he moved.

I blinked in slight confusion as he climbed into bed right next to me, pulling the covers over himself too. I stared at him, confused as he crawled next to me, grunting as he find a comfortable position to lay in. "What are you doing, Hajime-kun?" I asked, confused.

He opened his arms wide, dark eyes looking right into mine without any hesitation. "Come here," He said, asking me to scooch into his embrace. I widened my eyes, completely taken aback by his actions. "You wanted me to spoon you and hold you, don't you?"

You know me too well, Hajime-kun! My inner self screamed, tears filling up in my eyes. His unexpected action was too much for my inner self to bear and now it ded, along with the other inner selves I had that also died because of the adorable protein pack right next to me in bed.

"Hora," He persuaded, wriggling his fingers to lure me in.

"But... You'll get sick too," I reasoned hesitantly.

"It's fine," He assured me, gently pulling me in. Accepting his warm cuddle, I buried my nose in his chest, snuggling up to him as close as I could. He rested his chin on my forehead, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm already sick too. Love sick, that is."