A.N.
Hey there seggsies how you doing??
. . .xD okay anyways, on with the chapter
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Giyu POV
Waking up this morning was such a chore, more so than usual. My head was pounding and for some reason I felt cold.
It's probably fine though, I want to go see (y/n) anyways. This is the last Wednesday of summer break.
Begrudgingly, I got up out of bed and decided to go over and bother (y/n) like a good significant other.
So, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself out of my apartment.
Fresh morning air whipped my face with warm wind and I felt my stomach churn. I clutched it and slowly made my way over to (y/n)'s.
Hopefully seeing her will make me feel better..
I took the spare key she told me to keep out of my pocket and unlocked her door. Stepping inside, I closed the door and tilted my head back tk take a breather.
"I thought you were a P.E. teacher, shouldn't you be in shape?" My smart ass fiancé asked.
I lightly chuckled and stood straight up.
"I'll have you know that I am in great shape." I retorted as I walked over to her.
(Y/n)'s face quickly changed from playful to concerned as she placed her hand on my face.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
I placed my hand on hers.
"I mean...I feel a little dizzy but I'm fine."
"Giyu you're burning up...and you're breathing is uneven." (Y/n) deadpanned.
"It's probably because it was too hot in my room." I justified.
I didn't want to be sick, being sick meant that (y/n) would send me home, meaning that she wouldn't let me come out of my apartment and spend time with her.
I stumbled my way out of her touch and moved to sit on the sofa, (y/n) stressfully watched and followed me.
"I think you need to rest at ho-"
"Don't finish that sentence. I don't want to go home." I muttered that last part.
"Now you're words are slurring,"
"(Y/nnn) I'm fine." I reassured even though I was most definitely not fine. I feel worse than I did getting up out of bed.
(Y/n) came over and grabbed my hand to try and pull me off the couch, but all was in vain.
"Giyu, you're only going to feel worse sitting here and you know it."
God damn she's good at reading me
I looked up at a struggling (y/n) who's barely able to move my limp body off the cushions, she was trying so hard to get me off the couch and back in bed but I don't want to go.
If you don't want to leave just say so
But what if she tells me that I need to leave for a good reason?
Then just throw subtle hints that you don't want to leave...?
I then gave her the best pouty face I could muster up. I think this cold was getting to my head...I'm having internal arguments with myself again.
(Y/n) looked down at me with a confused face.
"Why are you pouting?" She asked.
Just tell her how you feel dude.
But what if she finds my reason silly?
Then that's her problem, you did your job at being able to communicate.
...should I just say I don't want to leave then?
Yes.
But-
Just do it oh my god.
"Giyu?" (Y/n) called.
"Idon'twanttoleave."
(Y/n) dropped my arm and pinched the bridge of her nose. Releasing a sigh she spoke softly,
"You know I can't understand when you jumble your words together...I cannot decipher my anxious baby when he is like this. Speak your mind my love."
I felt my face flush at my wholesome fiancé.
I love her so much.
"I don't...I don't want to leave.." I trailed quietly, "Please don't make me go."
Your POV
He's so cute...! I can't tell if he's like this because he sick or something else...but still! My heart strings!
I could feel a twinge of guilt squeeze in my chest because he didn't want to leave. Even though I knew in my mind I should send him back to his apartment, my heart was telling me I could not.
Reluctantly, I let out a sigh again and closed my eyes.
"Alright, you can rest here. Let's get you to bed." I opened my eyes and found Giyu passed out on my sofa.
God I'm going to have to move him from here all the way to my bed-
I silently prepared myself to move him, Giyu was much larger than me and now he's fast asleep. Meaning he can't help me carry him.
I rolled up my sleeves and sat just in front of him, moving his arms so that they were around my neck to make it easier to drag him.
Using all of my strength, I somehow managed to get him off the sofa and leaning on me...however, his body weight trumped my actual strength and we fell to the floor.
Giyu was now passed out ontop of me and I was now frantically tying to get him off. I wiggled my way out from under him and stood up.
"Okay...I need to do this better..."
I lifted his left leg up and began to drag him across the hardwood floor and towards my room.
I carefully dragged him around the corner and made sure I didn't hit his head on anything.
Yeah there's no way I'm going to be able to get him home anyways...I'm having a hard enough time getting him into my room.
And I still have to get him up into my bed...!
When we got into my room, I had to get creative on how to get him into my bed. On the bright side, it's not super tall...but it still was not going to be easy. At all.
I got him up into a sitting position and tried to wake him up a bit.
I shook him slightly and patted his shoulder.
"Giyuuu..."
His eyes fluttered opened and he looked at me confused, his eyes then close again.
Yeah there's no doubt that he's sick...
I tapped him awake again.
"Giyu, I need you to stand up for me so that I can get you in bed."
He slowly but surely made his way to the point where he was standing, and I spoke again.
"Okay, now I just need you to lay-"
Giyu flopped down onto the bed passed out again, his legs hanging off the side.
I stood there dumbfounded and internally screamed.
Well at least he's on the bed now.
With the rest of my strength and an extra seven minutes of pushing and pulling, Giyu was now properly laying down in bed.
I stood with my hands on my hips, proud of what I had accomplished, then started for my kitchen.
I grabbed towels, a tub of water, and I heated the stove so I could make him so soup for when he wakes up.
Running back into the room, I dunked one of the towels in the water, rung it out, and placed it on his forehead. The cool water seemed to soothe him as he slept, and his once uncomfortable face turned peaceful.
I then ran back and began making chicken noodle soup like my mom would when I was sick.
Time slowly passed by as I made Giyu's meal.
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Once I was finished, I left the pot of soup on the stove and kept the heat on low so I could go and check up on Giyu who was half dead on my bed.
He was really sleeping hard.
I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on his cheek to feel his temperature. He was still warm, but it wasn't as bad as this morning.
Satisfied with how he was doing, I shifted my weight over so that I could change his towel. The sudden shift in weight caused Giyu to wake up.
"(Y/n)..? What are you doing in my apartment?" He asked, still loopy from his cold.
"I live here Giyu." I said as I placed the new towel on his head.
His face scrunched up in almost disgust.
"Why did you...why did you lick my forehead?" He asked and it took me a second to process what he said before I busted out laughing.
He looked taken aback by my outburst and spoke again.
"It's rude to laugh at people..!"
Which of course only caused me to laugh harder.
"Giyu please...I didn't lick your forehead..." I said in between laughs.
"Then what did you do?"
"I placed a fresh damp towel on your head to try and bring your temperature down.." I explained.
"Why'd you laugh at me?" He questioned.
"Because what you said was funny."
I felt myself smile everytime I thought about what he said.
Giyu looked at me upset and spoke,
"You're mean."
"Yeah...but you still want to marry me though."
His face suddenly lit up and he looked at me with widened, dazed eyes.
"I'm marrying you!?"
"Yep." I smiled at his silly little side affect of being sick.
"Oh my god...how'd I get that?"
I stood up to go and grab his soup, but was stopped by his hand.
"Where are you going? Are you walking out of our marriage?" He squinted his eyes.
I practically snorted, he was so clingy and I love him. I felt the need to protect the child of a man with everything.
"No, I'm grabbing your soup."
Giyu's face lit up again.
"You made me soup?" He asked.
"Mhm."
Giyu's face melted into a soft smile and his eyes looked as if he were about to cry.
"The soup is for me? Made by my wife?"
"That's correct."
Giyu then let go of my hand and let me walk to the door way.
"I love youu!"
"I love you too."
I quickly made my way to the kitchen and filled a small bowl up with chicken noodle soup.
But of course when I came back, he was fast asleep again.
I set the bowl on the nightstand and turned off the light to let him sleep.
Closing the door, I smiled to myself at how lucky I was to have such a cute man child.
I'll heat his food up later...
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A.N.
I'm doing a part two of sick Giyu because he's so cute and I love him being all loopy and clingy.
I hope you are all doing well and are staying hydrated!
And if you're not...you all know what to do!
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Stay hydrated :)
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