oneshots // bsd

yosano

notes: for my baby thekillingviolet cause we both dying

you whined tiredly, shrinking away from the sunlight shining through the thin curtains. your head was pounding, your throat was dry and sore, and you miss your sense of smell and taste. begrudgingly, you stood up, waiting for the world around you to stop spinning before taking a shower and changing into your work outfit.

you sat at your desk, sniffling slightly as you typed away. your eyes kept losing focus and sore. maybe you should have stayed at home. the sun was shining outside, the birds were singing, and you wanted to curl up into your little hermit hut and sleep off the pain.

"hello, [name]?" yosano waved her hand in front of your face as you looked up at the doctor with half lidded eyes. "whoa, are you okay?"

you gave her an okay sign, smiling. you would talk but your throat hurt too much. her hand felt cold against your forehead and you jumped at it. "you're cold!" you whined with a croaky, pained voice.

"you're burning up, do you have a fever?" that would explain a lot. you shrugged tiredly, coughing. "you certainly do." yosano pulled you out of your seat, pulling you to the infirmary, where she sat you down and took your temperature. "39°c. that's really bad, [name]." with a sigh, she gave you some medication and ordered you to go home and get rest. lethargically, you stood up, bid her goodbye and walked home. you got home, unlocking your door and collapsing a moment after.

once you woke up, you heard annoyed grumbles coming from the kitchen. with your head throbbing, you cautiously lifted it to see who was here, the wet towel falling onto your lap. yosano looked back at you. "ah, you're awake."

"what are you doing here?" you croaked, watching her walk up to you.

"well, i came to visit my sick girlfriend." she set the tray down beside you. there was a glass of water and a piping hot bowl of porridge, and some medication. "have the porridge while it's hot, it'll soothe your throat. the meds will help with your headache." she picked up the towel from your lap, setting it in the bowl of water as you ate.

"i'm glad i'm dating a doctor," you mumbled dreamily, blowing on the porridge. "would my dear lover feed me too?"

"don't push it, [name]." she pulled her lips into a smile despite her chiding tone. you laughed, setting the bowl aside before taking your medication. yosano gently pushed you back down, wringing out the water from the towel before placing it on your head. you shut your eyes. it was nice to have your lover take care of you, it made you feel oddly secured. your eyes fluttered open as you felt her massage your scalp, pulling your head onto her lap, humming softly.

"i should get sick more often."

"no."

you laughed croakily as you closed your eyes, falling back asleep.

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i want yosano to take care of me :(