Tezuka pinned Fuji down on bed for the third time. He found it quite unreasonable as to why Fuji kept on waving him off when he was just there to let him rest –at least.

"You're sick, so whether you like it or not, you're staying on bed." Tezuka declared in a tone sneered with authority.

"You get out of here!" Fuji snapped as he waved off Tezuka's hands which were still pinning him down.

He was angry. Angry at Leanne for informing Tezuka about his condition; at Yumiko for letting this bastard in, and at himself for being so sick. He propped himself up only to stagger back on bed. His nausea wasn't getting better even after he drank his medicine, and he could almost feel like his room turned upside down. Fuji shut his eyes, and tried to relax.

"I told you…moving around would only worsen your headache…better listen Fuji."

Fuji pulled his blanket over his body.

"Just shut up." he whispered.

The air conditioning had been turned off but Fuji's body continued to shiver.

"Ne, you can be at least of little help right?" Fuji muttered in between coughs.

He felt cold..really cold. It was the same feeling he felt when he tried lying on a bed of snow when he was still a kid – it was basically the product of his curiosity and weird way of seeing things- and he never dared to do it again. Yet habits don't die easily. And being curious was not just Fuji's habit. It has been his way of life ever since he entered the field of journalism.

"I'm here to take care of you."

Fuji frowned.

"The deadline of my next novel is drawing near….and I still need you." Tezuka clarified as he started unbuttoning his shirt and mechanically discarding it on the floor.

Fuji frowned – more annoyed now.

"What are you – "

The blue-eyed boy almost jumped off his bed when Tezuka comfortably laid down beside him. Shirts off, obviously. He tried to protest when the taller guy pulled him closer, but then he felt weak…and there was that scent- Tezuka's scent- which seemed to drown him down to his own paradise. Fuji's brain was working….but his mental strength wasn't enough to make his body move the way he wanted it. Instead,he unconsciously snuggled closer to the other guy, He hated to admit it, but the warmth coming from another human being was far better than any other artificial heater….and Tezuka's warmth…his warmth was….

"Get some sleep." Tezuka whispered .

Fuji could hear him. But he felt suddenly so tired to answer back. He wearily opened his eyes and looked up at the man who lovingly looked at him back. Tezuka's eyes. It was then at that moment when Fuji's hands move on its own accord and removed Tezuka's transparent spectacles. (now even his hands feel curious!)

They held each others gaze before Fuji slowly closed back his eyes-feeling so tired yet ironically comfortable at the same time.

"Ne…" Fuji mumbled.

"Hm."

"…last time..when we spent the night together.."

Fuji didn't finish what he was supposed to say when he silently drifted off to sleep. The taller guy just pulled him closer.

"Eh? Tezuka-kun? He said he has an appointment and went off….doshite, Syusuke?" Yumiko worriedly asked upon noticing the uncomfortable look on her brother's face.

"Nande mo nai."

Fuji retreated back to his room, and silently laid down on bed. He felt better now. His head didn't feel like spinning like what it had been yesterday, though he still felt a little bit groggy. Nevertheless, everything else seemed fine. He rolled on his side and tried to remember everything that happened.

"Tezuka.." he silently muttered.

He was sick, but it doesn't mean that he forgot every detail that occurred when the taller guy was 'nursing' him yesterday. Last evening was the first night of the month when Fuji really had a real sleep. Thanks to a topless Kunimitsu Tezuka who generously shared the fgift of his 'divine' body heat.

Fuji smirked at the thought. He found it ridiculous, but he knew he would be fooling himself if he denied the comfort that he felt. By all due respect to the principle of honesty, Fuji should say that he loved it.

He never thought he would become so familiar with everything about Tezuka, his scent, his voice, his eyes, and his skin…everything just seemed to be so familiar as if he was accustomed to seeing the man everyday. And to think that they only spent a night together, made it more confusing.

Fuji stood up.

"…so now you're turning my anger to something else.." he thought in amusement as he readied himself for his job.