A/N: This is a short one! I'm really trying to finish this before the new year but I don't want to cut the quality of my work... This is really hard T-T. Moreover, I want to cut my apologies because saying, "sorry" isn't solving anything. AND! I am going to start editing my works. My mistakes discourage me.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue!

Warnings: fluff, short, OOC? ← never really sure, m/m/m, etc etc...

February 21

The weather outside was actually nice and it was not too cold. Unfortunately for the golden-eyed teen, he caught a cold and had to stay indoors.

Ryoma moaned and groaned on their shared king-sized bed, bored and uncomfortable. It was unusual for him to be sick, so unusual it made him irritated and uncomfortable. Fortunately for the teen, his loyal and perfect boyfriend stood by his side all day. The pair of boys were sitting comfortably on their bed with the emerald haired boy cuddled up by the taller one's side. The bespectacled brunette flipped through the tome he was reading before settling on a particular section.

"Mitsu," Ryoma called, wondering what had stopped his boyfriend's flipping.

"Hmm?" Tezuka answered, eyes landing on an interesting section.

"Read to me," Ryoma pouted, so painfully bored he would rather listen to Tezuka's book.

Tezuka sighed a bit, "it's a book on Japanese history, Ryoma."

Shrugging, Ryoma laid his head on the taller one's chest, ready to listen.

"Make it interesting," Ryoma demanded.

Tezuka conceded defeat. He kissed his beloved on the head and ruffled emerald locks before settling down to read.

"In the year 1684..." Tezuka began to read.

Outside their shared bedroom, Fuji was just finishing folding their laundry. He was humming softly to himself as he folded Tezuka's many polo shirts before stopping abruptly to hear Tezuka's soothing voice drifting among their home. Determining his task complete, Fuji got up and walked towards their bedroom. Standing by the doorway, he took in Tezuka reading aloud with a book in his arms and a sick Ryoma curled next to him, head resting on the elder's chest. Fuji smiled and walked in.

Tezuka turned his head to the doorway, interrupted by the slight noise. He saw Fuji staring at them lovingly so he returned the shorter male's look with a gentle smile of his own. Tezuka darted his eyes back to the text, not phased when the bed dipped on his left. Fuji got on the bed and curled up next to the bespectacled teen, sandwiching him between his two lovers.

On a beautiful afternoon, the three lovers did not pursue the warmth of the weather but instead relished in the warmth of their bed and the comfort of their love.

Cuddling did wonders to help Ryoma deal with his sickness.

Review?

A/N: It's a little short... I'll see if I can also get up an actual Christmas fic by 12am (my time) :P.