A/N: Guys I am so done. You know how done I am? Like 600% done. Episode 12 killed me and that's why, I dunno, I feel the need to update. To save myself from this spiralling uncanon-ness. But there was the special….(if you haven't watched it, watch it. Idol Saiban #3. Hiroomi is naked through the whole thing omg)
Anyhow, Christmas break has started over here, so I'll probably write more. I can't guarantee quicker updates, but I definitely can guarantee more updates. So here you go guys!
Akihito had woken up that day, sluggish and tired, barely being able to drag himself off of his bed and to school. He saw Kuriyama-san at the station, but even her megane appeal wasn't able to give him enough energy. Perhaps if he had paid a little more attention he would've seen the way she looked at him. Maybe.
Yawning, he made his way from the station to school, Kuriyama and Inami bickering in front of him. He smiled slightly but shifted his focus on putting one foot in front of the other without falling asleep. When the blond came up to the school gates, eyelids drooping, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Akkey." Hiroomi said softly, lightly tapping his shoulder. The blond lethargically looked up, blinking the sun out of his eyes.
"Morning Hiroomi. You're early." He drawled, yawning slightly. Hiroomi cocked an eyebrow.
"…Didn't you sleep?"
"Yeah…well." The blond straightened out, forcing himself to stay concentrated. "I…slept last night. But I woke up this morning and I don't know. I just feel so drained." Hiroomi frowned. This is definitely strange.
"Did anything weird happen to you on the way home?" The blond furrowed his eyebrows, thinking back to the night before, struggling against the fatigue.
"No…" He said slowly, shaking his head. "Not really." He looked up concernedly. 'Why? Is something wrong?"
Hiroomi shook his head lightly before smiling. "No it's nothing. Oh, Izumi nee-san wanted me to tell you that Ayaka-san wanted to see you, so let's go after school."
Akihito's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Ayaka-san? Why?"
Hiroomi shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. So wait up afterwards." He started walking off before he had an idea. "Ne, Akkey, if you're so tired, why don't you just skip with me?"
The blond looked thoughtful before shaking his head slowly. "Thanks Hiroomi," he smiled. "But it's okay. I don't want to miss school."
Hiroomi scoffed. "It's for one day. One. You won't miss much. Besides, you'll just fall asleep in class anyway, so you might as well just skip." He shrugged. "Well, it's up to you. Bye~" He sang before turning back around and kept walking, putting a hand in the air, waving a little.
The blond shoved his hands in his pockets still looking contemplative, before breaking out in a grin. "Hey Hiroomi!"
Hiroomi looked down and smirked.
"Wait up!"
"You knew I'd come, didn't you?" Akihito stared lazily through half-lidded eyes at the white puffs floating across the sky, lying on the rooftop next to the emerald-eyed male. Both were lying on their backs with their hands tucked under their heads, although Hiroomi had his eyes closed.
"Mm."
Akihito stayed silent and his eyes drooped shut. "How did you know?" he asked sleepily.
Hiroomi smiled a little. "Because you always do." He lay there, waiting for a response, but after minutes of silence ticked away, he cracked an eye open.
Akihito was sound asleep, his breathing even and his face peaceful. Smiling and feeling a little silly, Hiroomi shifted so he was on his side, looking at the blond.
He watched the wind flutter his eyelashes and tussle his hair. Watched as the sunlight hit his face at an incredible angle, making his whole being light up. Watched as the wind caressed his face and could only stare as a leaf from seemingly nowhere settled itself on Akihito's nose. The blond scrunched his eyes and sneezed quietly and Hiroomi involuntarily smiled. A sleepy hand swiped briefly at his nose before he moved so he was facing Hiroomi.
The raven-haired male's breath hitched and his eyes widened. He was less than an arm length away. Less than a hair's breadth away.
Close.
So, so close.
His gaze followed the blond's face, drinking in everything. Every curve and every dip. Feeling his way through uncharted territory like he was plotting a map, blindfolded. Tracing his way down like gentle summer rain on the forest. His hair. His closed eyes. His nose. His soft breathing. His lips.
His lips.
Hiroomi's cheeks warmed and his lips parted a little, indecent images once again assaulting his senses. If he just leaned in a little more….just a little….
He mentally slapped himself, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 1, 2, 3.
Control, Hiroomi. Self-control. Please.
Forcing a neutral expression on his face, he moved away, sitting up with his knees loosely pulled to his chest. The blush lingered.
"Idiot," He muttered desperately, trying to erase the images that had suddenly been etched into his memory. "Such an idiot…" Shaking his head furiously, he got up. Putting both hands on his face, he concentrated on cooling down, fervently praying for the usual coldness in his hands to melt the blush away. So he just stood there, unmoving and still, unwilling to turn around in case anything happened.
When he finally felt like his face wasn't on fire, he let out a deep sigh and walked over to the fence, intertwining his fingers with the wire. Looking out upon the city, his city, as pretentious as it sounded, he felt at peace. This was home. And this was why he loved the roof top so much. This is what he skipped for. Why bother with suffocating classrooms and opinions and judgements when he could have this?
This open, unending freedom, with home as far as eye could see. The sky, the world at his feet. Every hope and dream and desire attainable; within reach. A place where he belonged. Just him, no one else. An uninvaded space that remained pure and sacred, though he was sure it was far from.
Leaning his forehead against the fence, he closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. Breathing in the wind and the city. The sounds of the distant traffic comforting him like a lullaby. Breathing in the smell of the Chinese restaurants cooking brilliant dishes. Breathing in the very essence of the town. Breathing in life.
The strange feeling from this morning seemed to have left, although he still felt slightly uneasy. Shaking his head, he squashed his qualms and turned back around to the sleeping blond. He felt a little weird having someone up on the roof with him, but it wasn't a bad feeling. More like…excitement.
Yes. He was excited to have the blond with him. Here, in his safe haven.
The blond had shifted again and had curled up into a ball, much like a kitten and Hiroomi smirked. Walking over, Hiroomi squatted down, cocking his head and stared for a few more minutes before slowly putting a hand softly on Akihito's cheek. It was cold.
Really cold.
Frowning, he bent over the blond and realised he was shivering slightly. Something's wrong. He put a hand on his forehead and his eyes widened. He's on fire. Does he have a fever? Then why is he cold?
Confused, Hiroomi decided it would be best to keep the blond warm for now and pulled off his blazer, laying it carefully over Akihito. Mitsuki had gotten a fever once or twice and he had always looked after her, since Izumi or his parents were never around to do things like that, but it was nothing like this. Normally your whole body was hot, but Akihito's body was cold. Only his forehead and fingertips were burning.
Should he go to the doctor's office? But he didn't want to leave Akihito alone. But he couldn't leave Akihito in this state either.
Reluctantly, he got up and turned on his heel, preparing to leave before he felt something tugging on his pant leg.
"What the-" Looking down, he saw the blond's hand at the bottom of his pant leg, clutching desperately at it. "Akkey? How are you feeling? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. The blond looked up through heavy eyes, his eyes and eyelashes reflecting the sunlight, making Hiroomi's heart skip a beat.
Stop it, he's sick and you're thinking about how nice he looks. Internally groaning at his lack of self-control, he bent down.
"Where're you going?" The blond said sleepily.
"Doctor's office."
"Why? Are you sick?"
"…No."
"Oh." Akihito's eyes drifted shut again but he kept talking, Hiroomi's ears straining to hear. "Don't leave me hmm? I feel a little strange. I'm…really…tired…."
Hiroomi hesitated before putting a hand on the blond's head, stroking softly and murmuring quietly, "Then just sleep." Mitsuki always fell asleep easier like this. Maybe it would help Akihito. He felt his cheeks warm and he battled the feeling of wanting to do something more, instead concentrating on the fact that Akihito was sick and he shouldn't even want to take advantage of the blond in his moment of weakness. Reprimanding himself, he fought the blush and calmed himself down.
After a few terse minutes, he stopped moving his hand and got back up again. "Really have to get to the doctor's office…" He muttered. I'm acting weird…
Sighing he fixed the blazer so it was covering the blond and skipped down the stairs, walking briskly to the doctor's office. As he opened the door, the nurse looked up from her desk and she smiled.
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Ah, my friend has a bit of a fever and I was just wondering if there was anything you could give me to help them."
The nurse smiled and winked. "Your girlfriend huh? What a good boyfriend." She let out a dramatic sigh. "Aaah, being young sure is good. Alright give me a second." She disappeared in the backroom and Hiroomi stood there, a little shocked. Boyfriend? Am I Akihito's boyfriend? He laughed. No, of course not. Does that make Akkey the girl then? The thought made him chuckle a little.
But do you want to be his boyfriend? A traitorous voice whispered in his mind and he could almost feel the smirk that came along with it. Shut up! He whisper-shouted angrily back at it. The voice shut up.
The nurse appeared again, carrying a small parcel. "Here, this should help. Take one a day and it should clear up pretty soon." She looked up and cocked her head curiously. "Are you okay? You look like you have a fever." She laughed.
"H-huh?" Hiroomi dodged a look sideways at a small mirror on the table. She was right. His face was lightly dusted with traces of red and his pale skin was starting to resemble a tomato. Turning back around to the nurse, he took the parcel, muttering a quiet 'thank you' and was about to leave before the nurse piped up.
"Oh! Remember to give her plenty of liquid and preferably eat easy-to-digest food, like porridge." She winked. "But you probably already know that."
He nodded mutely and bowed slightly, before shutting the door. As it clicked shut, he sighed quietly and tucked the parcel away in his pocket. Walking slowly down the hall, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, he furrowed his eyebrows. I should get him something to eat. Where am I going to get porridge?
Hiroomi decided the cafeteria would be his best bet, although it was still during class time. Besides, he was a Nase. They can't not give it to him. Veering into the cafeteria, he walked up to the window.
"Hello?"
A homely looking woman scurried out, cheeks rosy and puffing slightly, wearing a white apron and hat, although the apron looked like it had seen better days. "Hello dear. How can I help you?"
"I'd like some porridge please, if that's okay." Hiroomi said. The lunch lady smiled.
"Of course dear. Do you want take out?" She winked. "Your girlfriend must be waiting."
Why does everyone think it's for my girlfriend?! Hiroomi forced a polite smile. "Yes please." The lady laughed.
"Alright, won't be a second." She flashed a smile and disappeared behind shelves of pre-made food, ready for the lunch rush. Hiroomi sighed and put his hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heel. He could hear various bangs and crashes and ominous sounds coming from the back and he started to doubt the skill of the woman. Finally, she appeared, carrying a small thermos, looking considerably more dishevelled.
"Here you go, love." She handed it over and he thanked her. "I made it extra healthy, to help your girlfriend get better quicker." The lunch lady winked.
Hiroomi sighed internally and instead said, "Could I have a spoon too please?" He bowed politely as she handed over a plastic spoon, waving slightly and he left, heaving another sigh of relief. I should check if it's…edible.
Hiroomi opened the thermos and a delicious smell hit his nostrils and his eyes widened in surprise. "Jesus," he muttered. "I want to eat this." The porridge looked delicious, various vegetables and meat scattered throughout and the lady had put a sauce or something in it to make it smell absolutely divine.
Akihito is going to like this. He thought happily. Shaking his head slightly, he made his way back up to the rooftop. The blond was already awake, albeit still sleepy with Hiroomi's blazer in his lap and he turned groggily towards the emerald-eyed male.
"Hiroomi," he yawned. "Where've you been?"
Hiroomi shrugged. "Around." Sitting himself down next to the blond, he crossed his legs. "Are you hungry?"
Akihito looked at him, a little more awake now. "Mm, kind of. And my head kind of hurts as well." He raised a hand to his head and rubbed, wincing slightly. Hiroomi leaned in a bit, putting a hand to Akihito's forehead.
"Mm, you're still a bit warm."
Akihito cocked his head, lifting Hiroomi's blazer and said, "Is this why I have this?"
Hiroomi gaped slightly; he had completely forgotten that. "Uh, yeah. You were, uh, kind of cold so…" He trailed off, looking sideways.
Akihito laughed. "Thanks." He sniffed. "What's that smell? It smells delicious." He sniffed again, following his nose and pounced on the thermos in Hiroomi's lap. Hiroomi blushed lightly and quickly gave the thermos to Akihito.
"H-Here. It's, uh, porridge." He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "The lady made it especially nice, so make sure you eat all of it." Akihito nodded quickly and took the spoon, about to start eating before Hiroomi piped up.
"Oh! Wait," He took the medicine out of his pocket. "Eat this before the porridge."
Akihito scrunched his nose. "Is that medicine?"
Hiroomi nodded. "Medicine. That's going to make you better. So eat up." He shoved the parcel into the blond's hands and waited expectantly. Akihito made a disgusted face and looked at Hiroomi pleadingly. The emerald-eyed male shook his head.
"You're going to eat it." He paused. "If it's any consolation, you only have to eat one." The blond brightened.
"Until you eat the next one tomorrow." Akihito's face dropped. Hiroomi laughed internally. Love or not, teasing Akihito was always fun.
Grumbling, the blond unwrapped the parcel, revealing a small packet of three pills. He popped one out and wrinkled his nose in disgust, before taking a deep breath and quickly throwing it into his mouth. He swallowed and made another exaggerated face. Hiroomi chuckled softly and put a hand on Akihito's head, patting it lightly.
"Good boy."
Akihito dodged a brief look up and then down and Hiroomi thought he saw a blush. His green eyes widened and he rubbed them, shaking his head. Looking at the blond again, he did a double take. That was definitely a blush.
"Akkey," he said lightly, although his heart was pounding away and he found it a little hard to breathe. "Are you still feeling feverish?"
Akihito looked at him, seemingly unaware of the red that graced his face and shook his head. "No, the wind up here feels nice; cooled me down a lot so I don't really feel feverish."
"Then," Hiroomi said carefully, hope bubbling in his heart and he started to feel a little lightheaded.
"Why are you blushing?"
A/N: I'm sorry I'm such a sucker for stupid cliffhangers and dumb fluff but there you go. Don't hate me please omg. I don't know where I'm going to take this anymore because. I mean. Episode 12. As always, read, review, favourite and all that jazz and please do enjoy your day! Sometimes I wonder if people like my fic at all and then you guys jump in with your fab messages and I just. /blush I love you guys ugh