Of course, your plan of action is obviously obvious.
You get your small piano from your room.
He seems surprised when you get in his room with it.
"Huh... What are you doing with a piano...?"
"You're a detective, guess yourself!"
You install it in the room.
You sit in front of the piano and wink at him. He sits up, curious.
You bust out your favourite soft songs partitions. "Clair de Lune" goes first.
You're too busy playing to look at him, but it feels weird not to hear him hum along for once.
It's kind of sad really.
Once the song is over, you look at him.
He's still conscious, and clapping his hands.
He smiles at you.
"I can't really sing or hum or anything, but... I'm so happy..."
You feel like doing an encore and you bust out another soft partition.
His smile agrees with you.
And so you play again, and you do hear a faint humming in between some coughs.
You don't mind at all.
You're torn between encouraging this encouragement and telling him to spare his voice.
Eventually you just hear coughing and you stop playing to check up on him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" you almost scream, panicked and worried.
He's trapped in a fit, but he clearly points out his throat then the tissue box on his nightstand.
You take a tissue in a hurry, and to your disgust, he spits in the tissue.
"Erh..." He clears his throat. "Sorry for that mess..."
"I... It's okay...! I got scared you were gonna cough up a lung!" you confess.
"It's not that bad, ha..!"
You mechanically hold his hand as his breathing calms down.
You give it a gently squeeze because it's how people support each other in movies.
He doesn't mind it seems.
You just hope it gets better soon...
"Huh, so..." you say out of the blue.
"Hmm...?"
"You like tea?" you ask
He smiles gently.
"Yeah..."
"Then I'll make you some! Stay here, I'm taking care of everything!"
You go to the cafeteria to grab some tea bags, two cups, honey and go take care of that.
It takes a bit of time, and you hope he doesn't get worse meanwhile.
Once the tea is finished, you bring it as carefully as you can back to his room.
That tray was pretty cute.
With all the care in the world, you bring it to him and put it on the nightstand.
He seems no worse than before, phew!
You hand him his teacup.
"I hope you like this flavour, it's supposed to calm you down..."
He takes it in his hands, but not before you put a towel under it so he wouldn't burn himself.
And so you drink tea together, careful that he doesn't spill his cup in himself when he coughs and that the cup shakes.
"Akamatsu, can I ask you something...?"
"Yeah?"
"It was really sweet at the end... Why?"
You smirk. It seems like his detective abilities fail him a bit when he's sick.
"It's because I didn't mix my honey well! It's honey!"
"Honey? But why...?"
"Because it smoothes your throat! You sound so pained when you cough, I thought it was only natural to include it in there..."
He looks at the teacup, with a slight smile on his face.
"Thank you, Akamatsu..."
"You're welcome!"
