the Nobleman's child

Sick

I tossed the ball to Bokuto, watching as he leaped into the air and spiked the ball into the ground on the other side. He let out a victorious yell, jumping around the court excitedly while I stood to the side and watched. 

The others were coming in a week, and I wanted to strengthen my defenses before they arrived. The uneasy dread I felt in my stomach only grew as the days continued, and I knew something bad was going to happen while they were here. I needed to make sure things went as smoothly as possible, but I knew this feeling in my gut meant things were going to get bad. 

I felt bile rise in my mouth and quickly excused myself from Bokuto. I ran to the nearest bathroom where I proceeded to empty my stomach into the toilet. I panted lightly as I leaned over the bowl, my face hot and my mouth sour. 

"Akaashi?" Bokuto's gentle voice spoke from right outside the door. I sighed, hoping he didn't hear anything, but I knew better than that. 

"Are you ok?" he asked next, his tone was concerned and worried, just making the dread seep further into my stomach, giving me another round of vomit to dispose of. 

"Please open the door," I could hear the doorknob wiggling as he tried to get in, and I was suddenly happy I locked the door. 

"I'm fine, Bokuto-san. Just give me a minute," I breathed out. 

"Please Akaashi, open the door," Bokuto pleaded, tapping on the door with his finger. I could feel my eyelids grow heavy from the amount of energy I used up between practice and puking. I grumbled lowly to myself before crawling over to the door and twisting the lock. The door swung open and Bokuto rushed inside.

He crouched in front of me with his hand on my back. I let my eyes drift close and took a few deep breaths, trying to get my nauseous feeling to go away. Bokuto's hand slowly moved up and down my back, honestly making me feel a little better. 

"How long have you felt sick?" He asked gently. I peeked my eyes open to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes scanned me worriedly. 

"Doesn't matter, I'll be fine soon," I choked out. 

"Akaashi, just let me help you," Bokuto pleaded. 

"There's nothing you can do, sir. This just happens sometimes," I tried to explain. 

"Stop it with the 'sir', I think of you more than just a servant, Akaashi! You're my friend and I want to help!" Bokuto said, his hand gripping my shoulder. I closed my eyes as I thought over his words. I guess I would consider him a friend too, I just have a hard time recognizing it. 

"Do you feel good enough to go back to your room?" Bokuto asked, his hand finding its way on my cheek so he could lift my face to look at him. His gold eyes met my grey ones. 

"I don't know, I still feel slightly nauseous," I explained quietly, giving in to the help. Bokuto nodded, then shifted himself to he was right beside me. His hand was still on my back, but his other hand crept its way under my knees. 

"What are you-" I started but was cut off by Bokuto lifting me into the air. My hand instinctively gripped onto his shirt with an iron fist while my other hand smacked against my chest in shock. I had to stifle down a yelp as Bokuto righted me in his arms. 

"Are you ok?" He asked, I could feel his voice rumble in his chest. I felt my face heat up, my stomach twisting and turning more than it was before. I felt slightly light-headed and couldn't tell if it was because I was sick, or because I was curled up in Bokuto-san's arms. 

"I-I'm f-fine," I stuttered out, flinching at my choppy voice. Bokuto looked down at me in worry, clearly not understanding what was going on. He walked towards the servant's quarters, carefully cradling me against his chest.