Allergies

Author's Note: Set after Digimon Adventure: Last Evolution Kizuna. Enjoy the story and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Digimon series.

Pairing: Established Taichi x Koushiro.

Summary:

It's allergy season. Izumi Koushiro's toughest time of year!


"Taichi-san, please just return to campus! I assure you, I'm fine!"

"You're not fine! You've been having a runny nose and sneezing for two days now! Now, take the Ruralon I got you!"

Koushiro swallowed the pills difficultly, gagging from both the taste and his innate problem taking pills. Ever since he was a kid, he'd had trouble swallowing tablets. It's why he preferred his medicine in syrup form whenever possible (preferably with sugar added), and Taichi either hadn't found any at the particular pharmacy he went to, or he simply forgot this about Koushiro in his rush to bring Koushiro fast-acting relief.

Flowers and pollen were not Izumi Koushiro's friends!

Psst. Psst, psst, psst.

His employees were starting to whisper amongst themselves. Taichi had shown up while Koushiro and the eggheads from marketing were discussing one of the company's new products.

Nothing intentionally nasty was said. On the contrary, his employees mostly keyed in on how "hot" Taichi was.

If he were a sterner executive, now would've been right to tell them to get back to work. But Koushiro wasn't that type of boss, so he simply chose a silent approach and washed the antihistamines down with a much better tasting three gulps of oolong tea.

Between hearing their relationship talked about on such embarrassing terms and taking his medicine…Yes, as it turns out, taking his medicine was still worse!

"Dear god, Koushiro! Who am I? Your mom?" Taichi slid the remaining tablets into the box.

The sound tinfoil made always bothered Koushiro. He pondered if perhaps his company ought to get right on that, despite his company's main focus being technology.

"Koushiro, I'm going back to class now. Promise to take these as needed?" Taichi tapped the corner of the packet in Koushiro's hand.

"Is your next course soon, Taichi-san?"

"Not for another hour, maybe. Why?"

This time, Koushiro swallowed dry throat and a ball of anxiety.

Taichi-san's "hotness" – It was getting to him.

"You still don't look so hot, Koushiro. Shoot! I should've gotten you the extra strength stuff!"

Although Koushiro was ashamed to admit it, Taichi was all the medicine he needed.