SONGS OF GRACE ─ Ichimatsu Matsuno

№. VI ─ 病気

OMG SEASON 3 ANNOUNCED WOOOO!

病気 ━ sick

Fuck.

His head was pounding. His whole body felt like he just dipped in hell repeatedly. Everything around him felt so cold, but when he puts on the blanket, it feels so hot. Especially his head. God, he hated hangovers, but this is a 'hangover' on a different level even though it wasn't even a hangover. This was literally the body saying, 'you dumb fuck, you shouldn't sat in the rain.'

"40°C (104°F)..." (Y/n) announces, taking the thermometer out of Ichimatsu's mouth. "That's high, Ichi... How long were you out in the rain?"

Ichimatsu grunts and huddles himself into the blankets to avoid her gaze. "...Dunno'."

(Y/n) gets up from the bed he layed. He felt empty when her weight disappeared. If he were to admit, it felt comfortable for her to sit next to him. Anybody else relate to that? No? Just him? Okay. Her presence was comfortable, and he can practically feel her warmth, even though his body was aflame. Her presence was soothing. It encouraged him to sleep more comfortably. He must be weird.

"Fukumi-san made some soup before she left, she hopes you get better." He heard a bowl being placed at the bed table before she sits down on the ledge of the bed. He felt comfortable once more. "Can you eat?"

Ichimatsu just groans, pushing the blankets back. It grew too hot again. God, he hated being sick. The only thing that was making him comfortable was the blankets and the pajama's (Y/n) gave him. He felt a bit embarrassed that they were (Y/n)'s oversized clothes, but didn't have the energy to put much thought into it.

"I'll leave it there for you if you feel strong enough to eat. But I need you to eat so that I can give you some medicine."

Ichimatsu sighs out in defeat and complies. Fine, he didn't want to overstay anyways. He sits up slowly, grunting as he goes. He leans his head back onto the bed frame, his head throbbing in pain. His face scrunches, his fingers begin to rub his temples, his eyes shut.

"Careful." (Y/n) says beside him. He felt her shuffle closer, grabbing the bowl from the bed table. She grabs a spoonful of the soup and blows on it, "It's hot."

Ichimatsu opens his eyes, blinking to make his vision clearer, head leaning back as his eyebrows arched in confinement. "What are you doing?"

"Well, you can't feed yourself... So I'll fill in that role for you." (Y/n) chuckles, "Say, 'Ahhh.'"

Was it him or did his face feel hotter than before? Was that even possible? "Tch," He pushes her hand back away from him.

"Oi! I almost spilled it!" (Y/n) exclaims, putting the spoon back into the bowl before getting a cleaner spoon fill.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"You know what I mean..."

"I really don't..."

Ichimatsu slouches into the bedframe, wrapping the blankets around his legs. "...You...You don't need to feed me, I'm not a child."

"Pfft, I don't think you need a child to get fed," She snorts, "You're sick, so I'm feeding you."

Ichimatsu tries his best to glare menacingly at her, but his flushed cheeks from his fever  made him look like he was about to sneeze. (Y/n) chuckles at the sight. Ichimatsu looks taken back. She wasn't supposed to laugh, she was supposed to get scared.

"Come on, Ichi. Say, 'Ahh.'" (Y/n) says once more, offering the spoon to him.

"Fuck off."

(Y/n) bursts out laughing.