It was freezing cold. Akechi took note of this as he slowly opened his eyes to see gray ones right back at him.

"WAAH!"Akechi yelped as he jumped in his bed, scared as his boyfriend, Akira was too close to him this early in the morning. Akira leaned back, his usual smirk on his face.

"Someone's a bit jumpy," he said his smug grin getting more arrogant for his own good. Akechi blushed, but before he could respond with a snarky and sassy comment of his own, he sneezed. Then sneezed again.

"Ah, sorry," Akechi responded bashfully, rubbing his nose across his sleeve. Akira looked curiously at him.

"Why are you apologizing for sneezing it's really not yo-," but before Akira could finish his sentence he was interrupted by on of Akechi's sneezes.

"Sorry," Akechi said. Akira frowned. He then leaned closer to Akechi. Akechi could feel his breathing pick up. Akira moved Akechi's bangs up and proceeded to touch his forehead to Akechi's.

Akechi felt a blush spread across his face, they were so close. His thoughts were slowly turning into mush. He melted into Akira's deep gray eyes. One minute, two minutes, and then Akira finally removed his hand from Akechi's hair, and his forehead from Akechi's. But to be honest, Akechi kind of missed Akira's hand in his hair.

"Yea, as I thought. You definitely have a fever," Akira said making himself sound like Detective Sherlock. Akechi sighed. He lied back down slowly to his pillow and closed his eyes.

"What day is it?" Akechi asked, he felt a little too muddled to remember right now.

"Thursday," Akira answered while getting dressed. Akechi's eyes opened quickly and he tried to get as fast as he could out of bed. But being as muddled as he was, it was too tiring to say the least as he slowly slid and face planted on the floor. Akira walked over to him in concern.

"Hey, Goro are you alright?" Akechi looked up to confirm to Akira that he was indeed alive.

"Wait, why are you all dressed up-," Akechi's eyes widened. "WAIT! Is today the day of your interview?!?!" Akira looked concernedly at him.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to stay here?" Akira said stretching a hand out to help his boy friend up to his feet. Akechi shook his head slowly, he didn't want Akira to cancel out because of him. And to be honest Akira shouldn't have to waste his time taking care of him…

"Besides, I have an important meeting to go to anyways- WHA!?," Akechi started but was interrupted this time by Akira pushing him back to bed and pinning him.

"You are not leaving this bed," he then paused and continued, "Except for bathroom breaks, food, and to call me to tell me how super hot and sexy you think I am," Akira said seriously. Akechi frowned.

"But-" Akechi tried to explain the importance of the meeting, but Akira had put a finger to his lips.

"No." Akira said looking very serious. Akechi was confused, it wasn't like Akira to be so serious at times like these. So, why? Though it did bother Akechi to some extent, he nodded. Akira slowly got off Akechi and got back to doing his tie. Akechi was left sitting on the bed, which felt a lot emptier without him.

"Good," Akira lightly patted Akechi's head. Akechi leaned back into bed and watched Akira get ready for his big day. It was kind of fascinating to watch, he moved with the gracefulness of his past Phantom Thief days. His long legs swiftly getting what he needed.

"You know your kind of pretty in a way," Akechi blurted, a blush heating his face as soon as the words escaped his mouth and then sneezed. Akira gave a certain look at Akechi.

"You are definitely sick," he then walked over to the bathroom and lightly threw something small at Akechi, who failed to catch it.

"Its medicine," Akira said as Akechi was retrieving the medicine from the floor, "Now i've got to go right now, but don't hesitate to call me! Bye!" Akira closed the door behind him. Akechi sighed. He looked at the time: 6:30am. There was still enough time to go to the meeting. And this meeting was so important. Akechi bit his lip. Maybe, he could go to the meeting, do some paperwork at the office, and come back before Akira. Yea!

Akechi quickly changed into his usual blazer. He put on his leather gloves and closed the door on his way out, leaving a forgotten bottle of medicine on the bed.

The train was stifling. People were smashed into people. Akechi knew he should be feeling too hot, but instead it was freezing to him. Akechi shivered as he brought his coat tighter around him. He couldn't help but remember those days when the Detective Prince had to take care of himself, something that to be honest he wasn't very good at.

It seemed like his malnutritioned days and sleepless nights were catching up to him. Akechi roughly coughed into his gloves. The person next to him gave him a disgusted look and scooted as far away from him as he could. Akechi tried not to notice. The bell rang for another stop, every time it did that his head ache flared up and the world tilted strangely.

Akechi felt tired… So tired… Maybe, it won't be so bad if he closed his eyes for a second…

"BRIIIING! We will be reaching the Courthouse now. Next destination: Courthouse. BRIIING!" Akechi opened his eyes to the operator's voice. How long had he been asleep? He straightened up, he felt a little too stiff. He looked next to him; the person was gone.

The train doors opened letting cold air come in and people rushed out to greet it. Akechi was in the crown squished and trampled. By the time he reached the police station he was wishing he had brought a coat. He saw Sae walking towards him.

"Hey Akechi kun! Ah, are you okay?" Sae said concerned. Akechi blinked. Was it that obvious? Akechi was about to tell her that he was fine, but of course he sneezed.

"I think you should go home," Sae said almost dragging him into the warm building. Akechi lightly knocked her hand off.

"I am fine Sae san." Akechi reassured her, "I have a lot of work to do do if you will please excuse me." Akechi said briskly as he walked away trying to dissuade Sae from worrying about him.

"Uhh… Akechi kun. Your office is the other way," Sae said obviously trying to hold back a laugh. Akechi blushed, muttered a quick 'thank you', and was finally on his way.

Akechi opened the door to his office. It wasn't very big or special, just a normal desk and normal computer with a few framed photos lying around. Akechi stepped into his office but then he felt very… off.

"Uuuuughhh," Akechi moaned clutching his stomach. Everything was going very blurry. Akechi stumbled over to the small garbage can and very ungracefully, threw up.

He stayed like that for a moment feeling the burn in the back of his throat. He felt weak and vulnerable. He suddenly heard his desk phone ring. He practically crawled over to his swivelly chair to pick it up.

"H-Hello," Akechi said hoarsely. Whoever was on the other side of the phone was outside, he could faintly hear cars honking.

"Goro! I knew it! I told you to stay home, what are you doing at your office?!" Akechi's eyes widened. Dammit! It was his boyfriend. Akechi was going to respond but started violently coughing.

"G-Goro? Are you alright?" Akira's voice lost its angry monotones to reveal how worried he was for Akechi. The detective could almost imagine the crease on his forehead.

"I-I'm fine-" Akechi's voice was drowned in his coughs. Akira stayed quiet over the phone. Akechi could imagine him frowning.

"That's it. I'm coming over to get you." Akira said with a certain finality.

"Wait! What! No, please don't," Akechi said finally able to secede from his coughs. "I have a meeting at 8:00! Akira its really impo-," He tried. But he failed and started coughing again. Disregard the last statement…

"Nope. I'm not letting my boyfriend suffer for the sake of a boring old meeting. I'm coming to get you right now. You can wait near the door of the building or I can tear through the police department to find you,"Akira said seriously, then with all the sass power of the sassiest sass master on Earth, he hung up.

Akechi sighed. He got straightened up and fished through all his drawers to find a couple couch drops. He put one in his mouth and stuffed the other three into his pocket. Though the cherry flavoring was totally disgusting, he finally stopped coughing, and was able to start his paperwork.

After what happened with the Phantom Thieves, Akechi and Sae convinced the office that it would be more fruitful to hunt down the mafia underworld that worked with Shido. This meeting would be a major turning point in their favor. They were talking to the SIU director and other important people. If Sae and him were able to convince them, then the Phantom Thieves wouldn't be on the chopping block anymore. But in this state Akechi didn't know if he would be able to negotiate anything for the moment. Akechi found himself closing his eyes. It's just for a second he reasoned weirdly lucidly…

SLAM! Akechi jumped at the sound and opened his eyes. Akira went into the room.

"Ah… Ha ha. What brings you here Akira," Akechi said feigning ignorance. Akira strode right over to him and stuck a thermometer into his mouth.

"Mmmhhhm?!" Akechi said undignified. Akira just stared at Akechi. The detective felt a blush rise to his cheeks, as he waited for the instrument in his mouth to reveal the truth of his fever.

"105!" Akira announced.

"God! Akechi kun go home right now," Akechi jumped at the sound of Sae's voice, usually the detective was highly observant but today, he deduced, he was basically too tired to even notice that she was in the room. Akechi stood up- too fast. He stumbled and would have fell if it weren't for Akira catching him… Akira… He was strangely… Warm, not too hot but not too cold; the perfect temperature. He couldn't help sighing in Akira's arms. Taking a deep whiff of his sweet smell. Akira smelt of coffee and shampoo. He smelt of home. Akechi couldn't help but close his eyes and relax into Akira's arms… He was just so warm…Next thing he knew he was on the ground with Akira…

"Akira, you're really warrmmmmhmmmm," Akechi moaned incohesively.

"Hey Goro! Goro are you alright?" Akira really sounded worried. And Akechi could faintly hear Sae offering to drive them both to the E.R. Akechi managed to open his eyes.

"Mmmhhhhhhhmmmmmmm, I'm tireddd," Akechi groaned. He slumped into Akira's arms and this time couldn't stop his eyes from closing. And

sleep

fell

upon

him...

i havent been on a lot have i? well i hope u like this chapter, critisim is welcome :)