My thanks to the people who favorited and the guest commenter, it made me giddy and giggly and deliriously happy. Here's another short. If anyone has some little plot bunnies they wanna share please do because I'm not that creative -_- And if anyone is curious as to the real appearance of Yuuki its hair number 11, color 5.

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Sniffle.

Sniffle.

Cough.

Groan.

"Why …won't you…open." Bang. Bang. "Don't make me cough kick you."

Soma blinked slowly at the scene in front of him.

It was four in the morning. He was on his way to the restroom without his trademark jacket and an incorrectly buttoned shirt. A perfectly normal occurrence except for an ash colored head of hair banging itself on a door. Bang. Bang. Bang.

'This idiot', Soma mentally bashed. Walking forward quickly before Yuuki could hurt himself, the older male swiftly placed his hand between his leader's head and the metal door.

When Yuuki felt flesh instead of the refreshingly cold metal, he opened blurry eyes. He blinked once, twice then gently held the wrist of the large hand and turned.

He smiled lazily, "Soma, what are you doing here?"

The blonde didn't answer. Instead he scowled and placed his free hand back on Yuuki's forehead. "Idiot, you're burning up," Soma said sharply, taking his hand off. His blue eyes took in his leader's flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes and reddened lips. "You're sick," he concluded, brows scrunching.

Cough. "Just a little sniffle cold. Nothing to worry about." A smile.

Soma felt some old irritation drudge itself up. 'Look at him. Can't even open his goddamn door. Fool!' His leader always did this type of shit, downplaying his pain, acting strong when he was at his weakest. He liked being the last to be taken care of. Didn't he realize-

Yuuki's frame became racked with a sudden bout of dry coughs, tightening his hold on Soma's wrist. Blue eyes took in his leader's rare, vulnerable moment, concernedly watching him cough harshly into his small, pale hand.

When Yuuki's knees began to buckle, Soma quickly grabbed hold of his waist with both hands. "Hey!" he called out urgently. Anxiety began to swirl in his gut.

As his coughing calmed, the New-Type burrowed his head further into Soma's comforting warmth, fists full of cloth, whimpering in delirium. "Soma," he whispered. "I don't feel very good."

"Yeah, no shit," Soma answered, flushing. He tightened his hold, bringing Yuuki's slender body closer to his own stockier one for better support yeah that's why, that's why

When Yuuki became still Soma softly called, "Hey." With no answer, he untangled one hand to cup a heated cheek, bringing a flushed face into his vision. 'He…fainted,' Soma thought incredulously, staring at the unconscious male, 'Nothing to worry about my ass.'

Shifting the small body in his arms, Soma opened his leader's door. When the door swung open he bent, swept Yuuki off the ground and maneuvered them both into the dark room. From what he could make out, it was tidy as usual with its customary scent of Yuuki drifting around the place.

Quietly stepping over to the bed, Soma carefully placed Yuuki to rest on top of his dark blue bedspread. Quickly shedding his boots and wrestling his jacket off his frame, Soma began to gently position his limbs into more comfortable positions. As he did, he couldn't help sneaking a few glances at the unconscious face.

Yuuki groaned.

Soma froze and waited.

When nothing more happened, the tan man sighed and straightened from his bent position. Looking once more upon his leaderfriendmore 's face Soma brushed aside ashy bangs to reveal fluttering lashes. Soma gave a small, fond smile when Yuuki began to soundlessly mouth words.

"What are you dreaming about?" He asked softly.

Suddenly, blue eyes zeroed in on a single point. A calloused thumb brushed across a forming bruise on a pale jaw. "So that's what you were doing," Soma breathed out, closely inspecting the purple skin.

More secret missions. He thought they were done with those. What kind of asinine errand did Sakaki have Yuuki running around doing now? He'll have a talk with that old man tomorrow-

Blue eyes raised from a bruised jaw to red lips. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, hairs raised.

When did he get that close?

Steady streams of breath whispered across his skin.

'When did we get that close?

What am I…to you? A charity case? Is that what I am?'

Those lips would issue commands, offer comfort, give advice, smile smile all the damn time please and pout I can't even call it a frown.

'I wonder…I wonder…' Soma thought, dazed.

Moving as if in a trance, an arm was placed above Yuuki's head, bracing him. The other crept slowly, gently up a shoulder over a pale neck to finally rest on a flushed cheek.

Eyes half lidded, Soma unhurriedly descended. One inch, two three four

He stopped.

Their breaths mingled. But they didn't touch. Soma waited. Then he couldn't resist.

Soma closed his eyes and fell.

That night only a Death God was witness to their locked lips.

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The Next Day

"Oh Soma I'm so sorry! All I remember is coughing on you then…"

"Wow Yuuki! You got Soma sick? Cough on me so I can skip out for a couple days!"

"Kota! That's disgusting! But you really should rest leader."

"Alisa's right. Take a rest okay. Both of you."

"And yes Soma. Sakuya means both as in the two of you. Stay in your rooms if you can. We don't want anyone else getting sick if it's that contagious."

"…yeah."

The First Unit could only gape at the uncharacteristically docile Soma, following Yuuki with a blush that had nothing to do with his fever. They could all feel they missed something.

Lindow recovered first. With a knowing glint in his eyes and a weasel's grin he turned to his wife.

"Hey Sakuya, remember that time I was sick and you nursed me back to health and then you got sick- OW no pinching!"

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A/N Tell me what you think.