Shuichi sighed, opening the door quietly while stifling a cough with his free hand. Yuki is supposed to be gone for at least a few more hours. He thought, remembering Yuki had told him about some sort of meeting. I've got even more time to rest since I'm home early…He took a moment to remember the recording session he'd been sent home from. They had been recording a new song… with that, he stumbled towards his room, stifling coughs the whole way.
"What're you doing, brat?" Yuki asked, appearing at the doorway. Shuichi looked up quickly, though he found that to be a bad idea when a wave of dizziness hit him. He recovered to find Yuki standing above him with a bottle of cough medicine and a glass of water. "Here, you damn idiot."
"I-I'm fine!" Shuichi said hurriedly. He had been trying to hide his illness from Yuki, why should he give up now? "I d-don't need medicine," he added.
"Yes, you do. Take it now," Yuki said forcibly, obviously frustrated with his pink-haired singer.
"Y-Yuki!" Shuichi complained, trying hard to stifle another cough.
"Fine! Damn brat," he growled, setting the medicine and water down on the bedside table and walking angrily from the room.
Shuichi looked down, giving a light cough. I'm sorry, Yuki. He thought sadly.
"—stupid bastard!" Shuichi heard Yuki growling from his office. Surprised, he just knew Yuki was talking about him. "—never going to work out." Shuichi gulped. Yuki doesn't want me here.
At the first attempt to get up, he fell back down, breathing slightly hard. As his breath steadied, he could hear the light tapping of Yuki's fingers hitting the keys on his laptop. He sighed, getting up on his second try. Another few words met his ears with a heart-breaking realization. "—can't stand him!" By now, the singer was close to tears as he stumbled across the room.
Just as he was nearing the door, he collapsed. Yuki must have heard, because the writer was at the door a few seconds later.
"What the hell, brat? You should be resting!" he growled, kneeling down to pick the boy up. "If you won't take medicine, sleep. Now." Yuki snapped, turning around to successfully block out the image of a very sad-looking Shuichi.
As soon as Yuki left, Shuichi allowed himself to cry, convinced the only reason Yuki was being nice in any aspect was that he was sick. Dejectedly, he pulled himself out of the bed for a second time, standing on shaky legs before stumbling to the front door, listening for Yuki. The writer was still muttering angry insults about what Shuichi had come to believe must be him.
Gulping back a violent cough, he slipped out of his door and into the hallway. However, he had to use the wall for support.
All Yuki heard was the front door closing. Alarmed, though he'd never say so, he quickly checked Shuichi's room. He didn't want to believe the singer would leave in that condition, but the room was empty.
"Damn brat!" he muttered, grabbing both his and Shuichi's coat. It was raining and he needed to find Shuichi so the boy wouldn't get any worse.