Lifesavers
(1)
Atsumu caught a cold. Again.
Kita-san ordered him to go home. Again.
He went home with a bag full of snacks and sport drink. Again.
That was why he ended up as sweaty mess on his bed, still wearing his training attire and feeling gross as hell.
His fever had risen up—he knew it.
Too tired to make something for him to eat, or even grabbing the snacks Kita-san bought him, Atsumu closed his eyes and went to sleep.
(He had a nightmare)
(2)
He felt someone shaking his shoulder. Panting heavily, Atsumu slowly opened his eyes. His sight was blurry; he could not see everything clearly, but he knew who were who and realized there were people in his room.
"I'm going to find his medicine. Please look after him, Suna." That was definitely Osamu. For some reason, he looked scared. He bolted toward the kitchen, leaving Atsumu behind with…
Someone sighed. "You look worse. You didn't even touch those snacks from Kita-san, eh."
Atsumu opened his mouth, wanting to tell Suna to shut the hell up. Unfortunately, all that came out from his throat was a pathetic, hoarse whine—something that was enough to make Suna wince and shout, "Hurry, Osamu! Your brother's dying here!"
That's unnecessary, Atsumu thought. I'm not dead yet, you bastard.
His breath was getting heavy and heavier.
Suna narrowed his eyes, typing something hurriedly on his phone. "Hang in there, you dying fox. I'm getting help here; don't you die on me, you hear it?"
All Atsumu managed to say was a raspy, "Shut up."
.
Osamu returned with a glass of warm water and his medicine. However, since he had not eaten anything yet, both Osamu and Suna forbid him from taking the medicine until their savior arrived.
No one trusted them to handle the food, it seemed.
Atsumu was relieved that neither Osamu nor Suna cooked something for him. The last time they handled the food, it went disastrous. So while they waited for said savior, Osamu forced him to eat the snacks from Kita-san. "At least fill your stomach; the porridge and whatnot will arrive later," Osamu told him. Atsumu wanted to protest, wanted to say that he wanted pudding, but his throat was against him voicing his thought.
It sucks being sick.
(3)
When the bell rang, Osamu once again bolted out toward the door. Suna poked Atsumu's cheek at that. "Look at him, worried sick for you. Buy him some pudding after you're healthy again, will you?"
Atsumu grumbled, yet agreed with Suna silently. He did owe his brother something for being worried.
There were footsteps coming toward them. A moment later, Osamu appeared, slightly out of breath. Behind him, their captain—the one and only Kita Shinsuke, wearing surgeon mask and their club jacket—followed, a Tupperware full of porridge in his hand.
"The porridge's here. Both of you, out. Make sure you don't catch his flu."
Suna and Osamu obeyed. Suna still had to push Osamu from behind, though.
After Suna closed the door, Kita sighed and put the bowl on the desk next to Atsumu's bed. He sat on the empty chair, zipping down his jacket, and put it on the floor before starting to feed Atsumu the porridge. "Open your mouth, Atsumu. The porridge's warm."
Atsumu felt like he was going to cry.
.
.
[end]
Disclaimer: Haikyuu! (c) Furudate Haruichi. I own nothing but the plot.
The first fic I made for drabbletober day 18; the third one I posted on AO3. Since it is this long, I don't think it can be called drabble... I enjoyed writing sick!Atsumu too much wwww Anyway, thank you for reading! Critiques will be greatly appreciated, as usual!