Title: Warmth
Word Count: 217
Pairing: Atobe x Jiroh
Warning: Slight shounen ai and shameless fluff
Summary: Jiroh is sick. Atobe nurses.
Notes: This is my first Prince of Tennis fic. I was bored and in the mood to write something fluffy. Yay for me.
He hadn't slept all night.
Dark, unbecoming circles were forming under his eyes and he had so prided himself on on his appearance.
Beads of sweat ran down his forehead, but he didn't notice them enough to wipe them away.
He adjusted his sitting position to breathe life back to his legs that had fallen asleep due to the figure lying on his lap.
Jiroh winced, feeling the reality of the cold breaking through the sleep induced fog.
The comforter that was supposed to provide warmth only made his body sticky with sweat.
Atobe frowned when he felt the younger boy stirring.
Slightly alarmed, he gently placed a hand on the side of the other boy's face, caressing it softly. The forehead still felt too warm.
"Did ore-sama wake you?" he whispered.
"No…."
Unconsciously, Jiroh moved into the hand letting out a soft sigh.
The hand provided a different kind of warmth that warded off the shivers and the sweat.
He let out a silly grin, causing his boyfriend to sigh in exasperation.
"Go back to sleep." He soothed, kissing him at the top of his head.
The warmth continued to creep in, surrounding the cold, returning him to the world of dreams.
Atobe was always in those dreams.
In those dreams, he was always warm.
End