Tell me again | Daiharu/harudai

"Husband, yeah," Haru crosses his arms over his chest, resting his back on the chair. "You know, one of those things that you promised to love in sick and poor and hurricane and tsunami until Death do the Final Boss job? I have one. And I love him with my every cell."

Daisuke isn't impressed. "Is your husband good-looking?" He demands.

In which Daisuke wakes up from an emergency surgery, sees Haru sitting beside his bed, thinks Haru is gorgeous and feels jealous when Haru is yapping away about how much he loves his "husband", and not remembering that he shouldn't be jealous over himself.

Just another daiharu fanfic with a little twist.

(Inspired by the classic "I'm anesthesia-high, so I'm gonna flirt with you, I don't care!" trope that has been done for every ship imaginable.)

Art credit; Cynicallyblue on Twitter!