misadventures of a ghost and a daikon [jshk/tbhk]

that cliche sick fic

"A-a-achoo!!"

Tsuchigomori stared blankly at the trembling mess on the couch of the science prep room. "Honorable No. 7, what did I tell you? You knew those small spirits were sick themselves, and now look. You got infected, again."

Hanako sulked, diving down in his covers. You would think a ghost like him wouldn't be affected by the basic human illnesses, but somehow there's supernatural versions of them and that's where this story leads him to.

Sighing tiredly, Tsuchigomori turned away from him, focusing on his desk. "Just stay put and let yourself rest this time. If you want I can call your assistant to take care of you."

Just then Kou came by the door, skidding inside the room. "Hanako! Are you here—whoa! Are you okay?"

"Just peachy." Hanako grumbled.

"Tch, still managing to be sarcastic even in your condition, huh? Don't worry, Minamoto, he just has the case of a supernatural cold." Tsuchigomori explained.

"Cold, huh? Just like last time..."

"Oh yeah. Minamoto, mind fetching Lord 7's assistant here? Both of you can help take care of him in the meantime."

"On it! I'll go get Senpai!" And with that, Kou went off running out of the prep room, Tsuchigomori just shaking his head with a small grin.

--

Nene had come running into the room just as soon as Kou had called her to follow him. "I came as soon as I can! Hanako-kun, are you alright?"

Hanako only gave a cough as an answer. She walked over to him, gently putting a hand on his forehead.

"Oh dear, you're burning up..." Worry etched across her face.

"I'll go make some soup for him!" Kou exclaimed. Nene nodded, sitting back up to her feet.

"I'll help, Kou-kun. Don't worry, Hanako-kun, I'll come back soon."

Hanako saw her moving away from him, and he put his arm out of his blanket and grabbed her hand before she could leave.

"No... stay here, Yashiro..." He pleaded softly, voice ruffed up from his cold.

She had honestly never seen him so helpless before.

"It's okay, Senpai. I can take it from here. You stay with him." Kou reassured, and Nene sighed.

"Alright. I'll stay."

Tsuchigomori, who had been watching for a while, got up from his own seat. "I take it you can handle it from here? I'll be off for a while. Keep an eye on him."

"Okay." She turned back to the sick ghost as Tsuchigomori exited the room along with Kou, leaving the two of them alone.

Nene brushed away some stray locks of Hanako's hair off his face. He was breathing erratically, skin flushed red. The cloth on his forehead slipped off a little, and she picked it up.

A little Mokke came bouncing with a basin of water, to her convenience. "Thank you, Mokke-chan! Here you go." She handed the little supernatural a piece of candy, which it accepted happily.

She soaked the cloth in the water, wringing it out before setting it back on Hanako's forehead. He opened his eyes again, trying to turn his head to look at her.

Nene smiled at him. "I'm here, Hanako-kun. Don't worry."

"Yashiro..." He muttered, and Nene tilted her head.

"Do you need anything, Hanako-kun? Something to drink?"

All of a sudden he began to rise up from the couch, grunting uncomfortably, but tried sitting up anyway.

Nene tried making him lay back down, holding onto his shoulders to push him back. "Hanako-kun, you can't get up yet! You're sick, you need to rest!"

He tried fighting against her hold, only to falter and now for some reason, he fell forward, right into Nene's arms.

She nervously gulped, feeling his burning hot skin against hers. His breath heavy, his arms trembling, yet he struggled to meet up with her eyes.

"Yashiro, I..." He began, and that's when her heart started to race. "I..."
"H...Hanako-kun?"

"I..." He dragged himself closer to her, until their faces almost touched.

Nene tried to speak, but was unable to form any words. Her cheeks reddened, and she shut her eyes tightly, waiting.

"Oi, Senpai! Here's some chicken soup!" Kou's voice interrupted the moment and from out of panic, Nene shrieked, smacking Hanako out cold and bouncing him back down on the couch.

Kou entered the room, a bowl of soup on a tray in his hands. "Senpai, I made the soup—huh? Did something happen?"

A flustered Nene shook her head. "No... everything's fine..."

--

A few moments later, after feeding Hanako the soup, he had now began to feel a little bit better than before. He was now playing a round of hanafuda with Kou, since the Mokke decided to distance themselves from him for now. Nene, on the other hand, went out to get Hanako something different to eat.

"Oh yeah! Hanako, what were you and Senpai doing while I was out?" Kou asked.

Hanako blinked at the blonde, confused. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Senpai was all red when I got back. You didn't do anything weird, did you? You may be sick, but that's no excuse to try and take advantage of her—" Hanako slapped a hand on Kou's mouth, shutting him up.

"I didn't do anything weird. Have some more faith in me, kid." He said, and a small shade of pink escaped from his cheeks.

"Swear you won't tell Yashiro about this, alright?"

Kou raised an eyebrow, yet nodded. Hanako took a moment of silence, before whispering,

"I tried... to confess my love to her. If I made myself sick again I could have a better chance at telling her."

"..." Kou stared at him. Just stared.

"...What's with that weird look?!"

"Yeah, like you haven't made that obvious since the beginning. I might be young, but I'm not dumb." Kou deadpanned at the ghost, who sighed defeatedly.

"I thought having her alone here with me while I'm sick would do the trick." Hanako rubbed the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed.

"Maybe you just need to try a different method."

"You think? But I swear, don't you dare tell Yashiro about this."

Kou raised both hands up. "I won't, I won't. You can count on me."

"Hanako-kun, I got some donuts here for you!" Nene arrived, holding a bag with the favored treats.

"Ah, thanks, Yashiro!"

Kou gathered up the hanafuda cards back into a pile, grinning at the ghost knowingly.

For being a powerful supernatural, he was surprisingly... just as much of a huge dork.