The Signs As Couple-y Things: Scorpio - taking care of them when they're sick and not worrying about getting sick
"Thirty nine degrees celsius," Midorima read aloud off of the thermometer, earning a pitiful groan from Takao laying on the bed before him. "Undoubtedly a fever." Removing the plastic wrap from the tip and putting it in the trash, Midorima sighed. "Our plans for today will have to wait. You are in no condition to be going out."
As much as Takao wanted to protest - wanted to say that he was fine, that they should carry out their evening date as planned, he knew that it wouldn't do either of them any good.
"Sorry." he mumbled.
"Fool. Rest and recover. That in itself will be apology enough." Midorima replied. Takao managed a smile and a weak nod.
"Okay." He paused. "You should go home. I don't want you catching what I have."
Midorima gave him an unimpressed look.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're physically incapable of taking care of yourself right now." he declared. "I'll not stay the night, but I will make you dinner and bathe you, at the very least."
"No," Takao whined, "You'll get sick too."
"Only idiots get sick." Midorima deadpanned. Despite everything - his fever and the body ache and the fatigue - Takao laughed. Leave it up to Shin-chan to have terrible bedside manner.
"Yeah, yeah, alright." he wheezed. "Then I'm leaving myself in your care, Midorima-kun." He gave his boyfriend an affectionate look, and readjusting his glasses, Midorima 'hmph'ed.
"As you should."
The rest of the evening was spent peacefully, until Takao's fever began to rise. The towels dampened with cool water were growing warm quicker than before, and Midorima was beginning to worry that this wasn't the average cold-turned-fever.
"Your fever isn't showing signs of receding." he muttered. "Should I give you fever reducers?"
"Don't have any..." Takao breathed.
"Then I'll go out and get some." Midorima said decidedly, but before he could stand and move to get his wallet, Takao reached out and grasped at the hem of his shirt weakly.
"No," he whimpered, the 'o' being particularly drawn out, "Don't leave."
"I'll be right back." Midorima insisted, but Takao just shook his head.
"Don't leave." he repeated.
"First you tell me to go, then you tell me to stay..." Midorima muttered, "You just can't decide what you want me to do." He huffed, but after a moment, settled beside Takao's bed once more. There was something in Takao's voice that pulled at his heartstrings. Something that was too lonely to be coming from Takao. "Fever reducers would make you feel a great deal better, you know." he added for good measure, pulling Takao's hand off of his shirt, and intertwining their fingers instead. Takao made a soft noise of contentment, and wiggled a little closer to the edge of the bed.
"Thanks, Shin-chan." he mumbled sleepily.
"If your fever rises any more, I won't hesitate to leave and get you proper medicine." Midorima sniped.
"It won't get any higher, I promise." Takao sighed. Midorima refrained from rolling his eyes. As if Takao could promise that.
"Hey, Shin-chan?" Takao said after a moment of silence.
"What?"
"I love you."
Later, when Takao recovered from his fever, Midorima would deny having blushed, and instead would say that he had simply become feverish as well while taking care of Takao. He hadn't been caught off guard by the sweet sentiment. Not at all.