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o6 : a pleasant deviation
Aomine Daiki wakes to the pitter-patter of heavy raindrops, tapping away at the roof of the apartment. His head feels sore and vision is clouded, to say the least. Stumbling out of bed, he manages to take two steps into the bathroom before being overwhelmed with the urge to puke.
This is how Kuroko Tetsuya discovers his boyfriend of three months: retching into the toilet, fingers clenched tightly around its ceramic sides.
"Aomine-kun!" he exclaims, crossing the length of the small bathroom in a few short strides. He presses a wet-and-chilly hand to the other's forehead while propping up Aomine's chin with the other hand. "You have a fever," he easily concludes, retracting his hand - much to the displeasure of the other. Aomine manages to mumble out a string of incoherencies, though Kuroko manages to discern his name, sprinkled between the delirium of the monologue.
With no small amount of effort, he manages to pull Aomine up to a standing position, wincing at their astronomical difference in strength and height. He is entirely too aware that if their positions were reversed, Aomine could've easily lifted him with a single arm. But there is no time for theorizing about hypothetical situations - as it is, Aomine seems ready to collapse at any given moment.
"Your bedroom," Kuroko pants, as a way of explanation, as he half-props, half-drags the utterly delirious Aomine into said room. He manages to ease the other halfway onto the mattress, before giving up on logic and reasoning and choosing - instead - to bodily push his feverish boyfriend fully onto the bed. And then he groans - aloud - because of course Aomine would have decided to keep the blankets on the bed in the midst of his sickness.
In the end, he manages to pull the blankets out from underneath the other with a minimal amount of effort (on both their parts), and although Aomine insists on throwing the comforter off the first five times, Kuroko eventually manages to get the other to keep the other blankets on.
With all frankness, Kuroko is grateful that Aomine is just barely conscious, or else he surely would have used his winning brand of antilogic (the very same kind he employed to convince Kuroko that kissing in the staff dining room was a great idea!) to persuade his too-pliable boyfriend into allowing all the blankets to fall to the floor. And possibly all their clothes.
"What have you done to me," Kuroko mutters running a hand through the other's sweat-drenched locks of dark-blue hair. He watches, more than a bit amused, as Aomine's eyes flutter open, attempting to concentrate but ultimately unable to do anything more than blink blearily. In the end, Aomine succumbs to sleep - and Kuroko removes his hand, sweeping his gaze around the relatively filthy bedroom, before deciding to busy himself with the job of caretaker.
When Aomine Daiki reawakens, his head is no longer throbbing, though the back of his eyelids are absolutely screaming at him for having opened them. The rain has not let up, but more pervasive than the sound of the raindrops was the distinct smell of soup, wafting through his apartment. He blinks, wondering if this is another particularly boring dream, before turning his head to see Kuroko propping open the bedroom door, a steaming bowl of soup in-hand.
"You can't cook," Naturally, those are the first words to escape Aomine's mouth - and with good reason; even while semi-conscious he could still remember the food poisoning fiasco Kuroko had inadvertantly caused during their last basketball meet.
"Of course," Kuroko replies, chuckling a bit. He waits for Aomine to properly seat himself before placing the bowl and spoon on the bedside table, pulling himself up a chair to sit in. Taking back the soup, he spoons out a small amount, looking expectantly at the other.
"I'm sick," Aomine croaks out. "You can't possibly expect me to stomach your cooking on my weakened stomach...!"
"Of course," Kuroko placidly replies, holding the spoon ever-closer. "But it was Momoi-san who made the soup."
"Satsuki?" Aomine echoes - before flushing. "But - I mean - she doesn't - your food is really good!" he manages to get out despite his heated cheeks. Kuroko chuckles a bit, before shaking his head and raising the spoon closer. Aomine opens his mouth as the other manuevers the spoon in; instinctively, he closes his eyes as well.
"Mmm," Kuroko murmurs, taking yet another spoonful of soup, "She came by around lunchtime, after I texted her about your illness. She left me with a list of instructions... on how to take care of a sick patient."
"Oh God," Aomine groans - before promptly choking on the soup and spoon. After a particularly violent coughing fit - interspersed with giggles from his oh-so-supportive boyfriend - he managed to continue with, "You're not actually going to follow that advice, right? Satsuki makes the nurse from hell!"
"Perhaps," Kuroko replies, wiping away the tears that resulting from his spurt of laughter, "But there's one set of instructions that I think you'll quite like."
"Really?" Aomine retorts, swiping the bowl and chugging it down. It's hot - but in a mostly pleasant way, especially for his sore throat. "Well, don't listen to her spiel about how the sick person needs to constantly be uncomfortable," he rolls his eyes, remembering a particularly enraging experience with the well-meaning girl. Kuroko laughs again, cheeks curving and lips quirked upwards.
"You should do that more often," he notes, feeling the dimness of sleep creeping into his vision as he eases himself back down into a sleeping position.
"Do what?"
"Smi - " he doesn't get a chance to finish his word - because Kuroko leans over the bed, pressing his forehead against Aomine's. In a flash, the drowsiness takes its leave - as his eyes snap open and he sees Kuroko seeing himself. Kuroko is unpredictable like this, he thinks, in that he doesn't even give him enough time to blush before dipping his chin and closing his eyes, planting an aggravatingly chaste kiss on top of Aomine's lips.
"Get well soon," he whispers into the other's ear, fondly patting a flushed cheek. Aomine turns his head to watch Kuroko take the spoon and bowl, turning the knob of the door once more. And then, as an afterthought, Kuroko adds, "Momoi-san said you'd like it."
The door closes with a click, leaving Aomine entirely incapable of rest.