Kiibouma Trash

Achoo

After a long day at school, Kiibo rushed to his partners house to check up on him. Ouma hadn't been at school that day, which made Kiibo's paranoia go crazy. Kaede had tried to assure him he was probably just sick, but Kiibo would retort back with unrealistic claims. 

Kiibo ran down the sidewalk, a determined look on his face as the air blew his hair off of his forehead. He eventually found Ouma's house, a small bundle of rooms in a large apartment building. Ouma was on the first floor though, so it wasn't difficult to run to his door and open it using a spare key he kept in his school bag. 

Kiibo slipped his shoes off before calling out, "Ouma, I came to check on you! If you're being held hostage, do not panic! I wi-" Ouma interrupted him, his voice was raspy and lower than normal. "I-I'm not being held hostage..!! I'm in my room..." 

The robot walked down the hall, peeking through the doorway. Ouma laid on his bed, blankets half off his body and used tissues strewn about the room. Kiibo shook his head as he sat beside Ouma, brushing his hair behind his ear. He pressed a hand against his head, locking eyes with the purple haired boy who stared up at him desperately. Kiibo pulled his hand away, giving another sigh as he placed a kiss onto his forehead.

"You could've texted me, I would've missed school to take care of you..." Ouma whined, wrapping his arms around Kiibo to bring him to his chest. "Just lay here..." Ouma stated bluntly, giving a soft sniffle. Kiibo smiled warmly as he situated himself beside Ouma. "I won't leave, promise."

//ILL WRITE PART TWO IN LIKE A FEW HOURS HOL UP HE GONNA GIVE OUMA A BATH