Cerulean Hearts ||a Karamatsu x reader||

Sick-Day

Two months had passed by now, since that night.

And I remained sick in bed, watching cartoons on some generic, red video website the author can't mention due to copyright worries. My laptop screen was thankfully sort of wide, and I didn't have to crane my neck to see what was happening. I sniffled, wiping my runny nose on my sleeve in frustration. Today I was supposed to meet Karamatsu at the park so we could practice! Pouting, I turned the volume up, adjusting it so I could just lay on my side and gaze lifelessly at the monitor. Perhaps it would halt the incessant dripping. Yet to no avail.

The skin under my nose was beginning to burn, by now. My eyes darted to my new alarm clock. Around 4 hours had ticked by since I'd woke up. I'd have to call in sick either way, but my phone was in the other room and I was hesitant to get up, walk around dizzily and inevitably stumble over something unanticipated. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, grimacing. My stomach was starting to hurt too, and I was longing for a warm hug. 'You're an adult now, get your shit together. There's nothing wrong with a little tummy trouble,' I scolded myself internally.

What was he doing right now? I wondered. No, I shouldn't worry. He was probably fine, though that faint, twisting worry remained. My phone went off in the other room. Of course, now I had the motivation to get up. Without thinking, I was resurrected, dragging my feet toward the door, and leaning on it for support. The world spun around me and I tried to sprint over to the kitchen counter. I, of course, fell over my ankles after retrieving it and tapped the answer button, refusing to tend to my wounds.

"Yes, hi, hello?" I answered with a croak.

"(Y/N), I thought we were attempting to meet up today?" My boyfriend replied worriedly. Oh great. Perfect.

"So did I," I put a lazy hand over my face as I walked ditzily back into my room, falling onto my futon with a muffled thump. "My immune system had other plans." I started to cough weakly, cursing myself for doing so.

He sighed and said sweetly, "I'm so sorry, about that, my angel. Do you need me to come over? I'll definitely come over if you need me."

I rolled on my side, saying with a faint smile, "It'd be nice. B-but you don't have to."

"I'll be there in just under an hour, stay in bed." He hung up without another heavenly word. My hand dropped from my face, and then returned as I took a moment to call in sick as I'd needed to earlier. The front desk was so useless and boring, and hung up after monotoning some probably scripted drabble about, 'We're so sorry, 'hope you feel better.' Literally, anyone who worked as a receptionist was really just suffering through for the money. I started to grumble about something incoherently as my hand dropped to my side yet again.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep to the dull mumble of the laptop across from me.

I woke to a wet rag on my face, and a big blue Matsu snoozing next to me, hugging me close. Fondly, I stared at his sleeping face. He looked oddly at peace. Did all people look like this when they slept? I wondered. My eyes drifted to his mouth. For some reason, I was confused when I saw that he was smiling. He had such a sweet smile, I thought.

'Wait,' I realized. 'Won't he get sick if we're this close?' I tried to pry myself out of his grasp and failed. Damn your strength, Karamatsu, you're going to catch my plague! He stirred, and I suddenly regretted interrupting his dreams. Pretty, dark eyes stared drowsily into mine. He smiled after realizing where he was and kissed my nose without warning.

"Sorry if I startled you. I didn't want to wake you up." He explained, putting a gentle hand on my face. I pursed my lips and said pinkly,

"You didn't, I was just trying to escape your iron grip. You're gonna get sick if we stay this close."

He seemed to chuckle at this. "I've been sick before, you know."

"And? Don't you want to be able to hang out later?" I retorted, still shuffling my shoulders to try and loosen his embrace.

He shrugged and murmured as he closed his eyes, "Are we not hanging out right now?"

"Well yeah but-" Kara kissed me for real now. I realized I probably looked like a wreck, but it seemed that he didn't care. Nor was he having any of my excuses. I gave up and kissed back. We didn't even break apart after the moment had passed. Our breath mingled together in the sudden darkness. It was only then that I realized he'd probably been laying with me for several hours. It made me smile into the not-quite-kiss, and break away slightly to say, with my lips brushing his, "Thanks for staying with me."

"Of course. What else was I supposed to do but attend to my lovely gem?~" He asked with a chuckle, his fingers tracing down my back. I blushed and pressed against him, affectionately burying my face into his neck.

"Your only flaw is that you're too sweet," I mumbled, my arms snaking around his waist

"You have no flaws, save for being too adorable." He returned cheerfully. He gave me an assuring squeeze and closed his eyes, murmuring into my ear, "If you weren't sick I'd probably be picking you up and cuddling you like a little stuffed-animal, you look so cute."

"I'd probably start squeaking like a piglet on helium." I put in, sniffling a bit. He laughed a little at the thought, and said,

"I can imagine that."

"I've done it before."

"I also remember that."

I started to play with the fabric of his black shirt absentmindedly. My fingers must have been cold because he suppressed a series of shivers. He made a move to do the same but before he did, I felt his face heat up against my cheek.

"What's wrong?" I asked tiredly, sniffling again.

"U-Uhm. Nothing, my angel, it's just that you're not really wearing a shirt. Or an ...undershirt." He managed. Oh, that's right! I was in some sort of training bra at the moment. It took me a moment to realize why he was so uncomfortable.

"Oh! Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I forgot!" I suddenly squeaked, pulling my covers over me.

"Non, non! Fear not my honey, I-I don't care. You are in your own house, of course," He said, gesturing to me expressively. "And are free to do as you wish." I looked at my hands and dropped them at my side, the rustling of the covers resounding against the sort of canyon our bodies made together. I leaned my head up to kiss him, my lips tracing his jawline lightly. In response, he lazily hummed a quiet thank you, twirling a finger through my (H/C) locks. We fell asleep again within the next few moments as we'd woken. In each other's arms.