Summary: Asami gets sick and Akihito takes care of him. Fluff, no sex.
Enjoy!
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Asami was the underworld's ruler, king of all of Japan's yakuza's.
And now he was shivering and sweating at the same time, his body ached, his throat was sore, he had a stuffy nose, he felt tired, as well as nauseous because of the damn flu.
Akihito stirred the pot of miso soup before adding the last of the ingredients, setting his timer to five minutes to let it simmer.
The doctor prescribed plenty of rest and to drink plenty of fluids. Asami originally wanted to ignore this and continue, but with the terrifying force that was Akihito and Kirishima, he was forced to submit and stay in bed. Though it didn't stop him from looking over files and reports.
Akihito tasted the miso and added a bit of sea salt before stirring and tasting it again. Deeming it perfect, he poured two bowls and prepared two bowls of plain white rice as the side dish.
When he entered the room, he found Asami reading over a report.
"Hey, bastard, the soup is done."
Asami set down the report before sitting up. Akihito pulled out the legs of the over bed table before setting it in Asami's lap.
"Aren't you being a good housewife, taking care of you husband," smirked Asami before tasting the miso.
"Bastard! I wouldn't have to if you didn't work yourself to death! I bet you got sick since you smoke so much, its probably killing your immune system!" he hissed in defense.
"Worried about me, kitten?"
"HA! As if! Eat by yourself, bastard!"
Akihito picked up his bowls, storming into the living room before placing them down on the coffee table.
Arrogant prick..
Once they were both finished, Akihito washed the dishes before leaving them to dry. He sat down on the couch and opened up his laptop, editing some pictures he had took during an interview while thinking on what he should make for dinner.
He looked up what foods were best when sick with the flu, and decided to go with chicken soup. He knew Asami would not be happy with two soups in one day, but it was either don't get sick or get used to it.
Secretly, though he wouldn't admit this out loud, not even on the threat of death, but he was worried for his lover. Yes, lover. He would admit it in his mind, but never out loud.
He was worried Asami would work, drink, and smoke himself into an early grave. But Kirishima told him otherwise.
"Before you came along, he went through eight stacks of files, one whiskey bottle, and three packs of Dunhills a day! Ever since he met you, his smoking and drinking have decreased lately by quite a bit. Though, his paperwork has piled up as well, but as long as Asami-sama is happy and healthy, I don't mind the extra work."
Akihito sighed when he remembered that. Deciding he wasn't gonna get any work done anyways, he collected his jacket and keys before telling Asami he was going to the store to get the ingredients for dinner.
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Akihito laid in the bed next to his sleeping lover, thinking over his role in Asami's life.
Lover? Check.
Maid? Check.
Cook? Check.
Wife?...Check.
Secretly pleased with knowing that Asami only bowed to his whims, he snuggled up to his recovering lover, no, husband and fell asleep with a small smile on his face.
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A/N: Asami and Aki are not actually married in this, they just see and love each other that way.
My first viewfinder fanfic one shot. Hope you liked! Sorry its short, but if do have plans for other one shots. Suggest if you have any ideas too.
Warning: A good chunk of my ideas are angst, but I personally have love/hate relationships with angst stories, so I think other people might too, so I'll try not to write too many of them.
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