𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 Techno cares for his friend who's come down with a cold.
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𝐚𝐤𝐚 platonic fluff
* i originally wrote this as a romantic piece, but have since edited it to be platonic
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Techno scrunched his eyebrows as a loud cough emitted from his phone. He looked away from his computer screen towards the cellular device lying face up on his desk, Y/n's name illuminated by bright letters, written above the symbols that signified he was on call with the person. Their end of the line had gone quiet now, the coughing having stopped, although the closer he listened the more sniffles he could hear.
"Are you...? You sound stuffy." He finally spoke aloud, taking his hands away from his mouse and keyboard to focus all his attention on the person waiting on the other side of the phone. He felt bad outwardly asking if they were sick, so he decided instead to insult the tone of their voice. Yeah. That was definitely the right thing to do.
He waited for a while and was almost about to repeat himself when they finally spoke up.
"It's just a cold, should be gone by Tuesday."
Techno wrinkled his nose at this. There were four days between now and Tuesday, one of which was Sunday, the day they'd planned to spend together. This supposed cold was going to get in the way of spending time with his friend.
"How long have you been sick for?" He asked suddenly, turning his head away from the phone to pick at the drawstrings on his hoodie.
"Not long," Y/n answered, their voice raspy. "I had a headache last night I guess, but honestly I just woke up like this a few hours ago."
Techno thought about their answer for a while, mulling over the information in his head. The last time he'd personally been sick, Techno remembered feeling like the world was ending. He'd never been very good at handeling his own headaches and sore throats. Going over to Y/n's now was a surefire way to get himself sick and make his life miserable for a few days.
He sighed into the phone, having made up his mind.
"I'm coming over."
On the other side of the phone, Y/n sat up in their bed, the heaps of blankets they had piled up on top of them falling off, some finding their way down to the floor. They lifted their phone off of their bed, where it had been laying face up with the speakers loud enough to hear from a distance.
"You don't have to do that," Y/n assured quietly. They knew how miserable Techno was when he got sick, and they'd hate to knowingly give a cold to him.
"I want to. Gimme 20 minutes." They could hear Techno's voice through the phone sounding further away as he spoke. He must've been walking away, likely packing things to bring to their house.
