"Open up." Watanuki snapped, slapping Doumeki on the leg. At this point, no matter what Yuuko said, this was not a case of "if Mohammed will not go to the mountain then the mountain must come to Mohammed"
Because Watanuki wasn't a mountain!
"I'm going to put it in now." Watanuki said. Doumeki nodded. Damn Yuuko and her stupid interference. If he didn't know better, he wouldn't have doubted that this entire situation was her doing.
"Ugh, I'm probably going to get sick again." Watanuki complained, lying down next to Doumeki.
"Its your fault that I'm sick in the first place." Doumeki pointed out. Watanuki glared up at him, but the effect was softened by the strangely concerned look that had been on his face all night.
"You don't think I already know that? Why do you think I'm here in the first place?"
"I thought you said Yuuko told you to come." Doumeki sat up.
"...She did." Watanuki muttered defiantly.
"You're lying to me." Doumeki said flatly. Watanuki gulped.
"I-Uh-You-er-..." Watanuki stuttered. "...You need to lie down!" He turned and wrung the wet cloth out, then placed it on Doumeki's head. "You're obviously feverish, you shouldn't be talking."
"Why don't you check then?" Doumeki said, hands catching Watanuki's wrists and Watanuki found himself falling suddenly. He struggled but, even sick, Doumeki was a great deal stronger than him. Watanuki was stronger than average because of the amount of cooking he did (pots and pans were heavy) and had good endurance in running (because of the ayakashi), but Doumeki was just as strong and then some.
"Tell me exactly why I had to be manhandled into your bed in order to check your temperature? That's why I had a thermometer." He groused. Doumeki shrugged. Watanuki scowled. And why didn't Doumeki look like he had been run over with a tanker? Watanuki struggled out of Doumeki's hold. He stood, nervously shifting from foot to foot. He cleared his throat.
"All of your books are about archery and spiritual stuff. You're a complete nerd." He commented, staring at the books that were on the desk.
"They're helpful for defeating ayakashi." Doumeki said. Watanuki's mouth shut with a soft click and he looked anywhere but Doumeki. The archer's room was simply done, with a wood floor rather than the tatami that made the flooring of the other rooms in the house, with the exception of the kitchen. Other than a simple desk, dresser and bookcase (and of course, the bed which Watanuki was studiously ignoring, it was the bed he was ignoring! Because he had spent so much time there the previous day! Not because of who was lying in it!) the room was empty.
"Why are you so interested in my room?" Doumeki asked.
"Maybe I never got to look at it before." Watanuki snapped defensively.
"You were in here before too." Doumeki pointed out.
"Well its different this time because I can actually get up and move around." Watanuki said, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He remembered the bags that he had brought. "I have some soups and breads for you." He said, rummaging through the bags.
"Does that mean you won't be cooking in only an apron in my kitchen?" Doumeki said with a salacious grin.
"You know, I've decided to be gracious and pretend that was the fever talking and not flay you alive. Or dead." Watanuki said primly.
"Kimihiro," Doumeki said, "are you going to keep talking or are you going to give me the soups?"
"I – you- eh – wha- Who gave you permission to call me by my first name!?" Watanuki spluttered. Doumeki shrugged. "You... I can't believe you." Watanuki snapped.
"You can call me by my first name too." Doumeki said amiably.
"I... Why the nerve... You-"
"Shizuka." Doumeki corrected.
"I'm going to let it go, because you're obviously feverish. That's right, the great Watanuki-sama," he emphasized the "Watanuki," "is granting you a pardon because you are ill."
"Oh I see." Doumeki, of course, would hear the same lecture for the next three weeks.
"I'm going to leave now." But he couldn't go now because he had to go into the kitchen to reheat the food. And then he would have to come back into the room, just to be sure that Doumeki was doing alright and to get the dishes. And then of course he would have to wash the dishes. And if he stayed while Doumeki was sleeping, it was because he wanted to make sure that the water didn't get tepid - because the fever was obviously affecting Doumeki - and if he fell asleep on top of Doumeki's bed that was just because he was tired and didn't know. And if Doumeki had pulled him into the covers, why that was just Doumeki being an oaf and overprotective.
Wait, overprotective?! Why would he need to be overprotective?! And Watanuki wouldn't be called so familiarly!
Well, that's what he said.