"You really don't need to do this," Sousuke sighed. Makoto had come over to 'take care' of him, or something like that. "Yes, I do. I know you wouldn't've texted anyone if you needed anything," the dirty blond stated. And Makoto was right, though he would never admit to that. He sighed, then winced when he heard how freaking pathetic he sounded. The other boy just smiled, putting all the stars in the galaxy to shame. Makoto then held up one of those bags you could buy at the store to save plastic, something he would buy. "I brought some of the normal stuff: soup, Gaytorade, tissues, a few movies…" "Seeing as you're not leaving, could you make soup?" Sousuke asked, looking to Makoto. The blond furrowed his brows, making him look like a confused puppy "Can I have a please?" "No."
After what felt like hours later, Makoto came back to the living room with bowl of steaming hot chicken and noodles. After setting it down on a tray by the sofa, he held up the spoon and carefully brought it towards Sousuke's mouth. "…What are you doing?" asked Sousuke, even though he had a pretty clear concept already. Makoto blushed, "S-sorry, it's kind of been an instinct…since I had to take care of my siblings…" the Iwatobi swimmer was trailing off, starting to mutter apologies and excuses. "Its fine," Sousuke reassured, "I don't mind, I was just…surprised." It was Sousuke's turn to blush.
After the pair ran out of soup, they both subconsciously cuddled up and watched a few movies. They had just finished Sousuke's favorite old movie, 'The Outsiders' when said blue-eyed boy started violently coughing. Makoto, always being one step ahead, pulled out a bottle of cough drink and a medicine spoon from the bag. "There is no way in hell I'm drinking that," Sousuke said, eyeing the pinky white mixture Makoto was already pouring into the spoon. "Sousuke-kun, I'm not leaving until you drink it. You have two options: the Easy Way, or the Mako Way." The way he said 'Mako Way' sounded a little odd, but he paid little to none attention to it. "Oh, please," Sousuke wheezed out between a cough ", 'The Mako Way' can't be that bad."
Sousuke isn't wrong. Makoto sighs, sounding strangely happier than he expected. He lifts the spoon to his lips, slipping the unmistakable liquid of cough drink into his mouth, but not swallowing. He moved towards Sousuke, snaking his body and face to mirror above the other's. He leaned down, pressing his still closed lips against Sousuke's own. The latter gasped, opening his mouth. Makoto released the medicine from his mouth down inside Sousuke's. He lifted himself up a little, just to see the other's expression, and to make sure he swallowed. His reaction was adorable, the rare sight to see the swimmer to flustered. He wasn't swallowing, though. Makoto rolled his eyes playfully, making the boy beneath him blush a bright crimson. He leaned forward towards the other's ear. He whispered something that could only make the other's blush deepen. Sousuke gulped at Makoto's words, accidently surrendering to swallow the bubblegum tasting fluid.
Makoto wins.