Akihito frowned down at the empty pill packet in his hands. Five days of cold and flu tablets all used. Asami had been working late quite frequently over the last month and even more so this week. There didn't seem to be anything specific to cause the extra work hours but Akihito had been so busy with his own stake out work that he hadn't thought too much of it.
Now he understood exactly what was going on.
For all that Asami would rest when he had an injury, sickness just seemed to irritate the businessman and he would always attempt to work through it. Akihito however, would never let him. He could always tell when his lover was feeling unwell and always joined forces with Asami's staff to get him to stay at home. He just didn't seem to think that the concept of 'rest or you'll get worse' applies to him. Yet when Akihito was sick, he was banned from leaving the penthouse until a doctor cleared him! The double standard irked him but more than that, he worried about the older man.
Asami was clearly avoiding him. He knew that Akihito would immediately know that he was unwell and force him to rest. He might be able to hide it from his staff but he couldn't hide from him. Idly pondering his options, Akihito moved to rummage through Asami's bedside table drawers. He generally respected his lovers space and left his things alone but this was one of the few times that went out the window. Unfortunately, he didn't find what he was looking for.
In the end, Akihito sent off a politely worded email to Asami's personal physician, hoping that the man kept to the same doctor as usual. Less than twenty minutes later a reply came through that held just a single attachment. Akihito opened it up and there it was, exactly what he had been looking for.
A medical certificate excusing Asami from work for a week. The week that Asami had been working. Honestly, he worked far too much. Enough that anytime he was forced to take time off, the doctor always tried to force him to take extra. It barely ever worked. The only time it did work was when Akihito sacrificed his ass and subsequently his ability to walk.
Shaking his head at his lover's stubbornness, Akihito forwarded the medical certificate to the one person that he knew would get Asami home ASAP. Kirishima didn't respond but he was certain the man wouldn't let him down. They were often at odds, both inadvertently vying for Asami's time while having very different outlooks on life, but the one thing they always agreed on was Asami's rest time.
Sure enough, he heard the door to the penthouse open less than an hour later. In that time, Akihito had gotten a nice little nest on the couch for his lover and started on some of his favourite foods for dinner. He made his way over the entranceway to greet a scowling Asami and a very determined looking Kirishima who was blocking the doorway.
Asami looked up and caught his eye with a grimace. It was easy to spot the minor pallor of his skin, the slight flush to his face, and the tired lines under his eyes that screamed for more rest. Wordlessly Akihito crossed his arms over his chest and scowled back. A few moments of silent war were waged before Asami sighed.
"I'm home." Asami's voice had the slightest burr to it.
"Welcome home," Akihito said softly in return as he walked forward to help his lover remove his coat.
"Thank you for your message, Akihito-kun. Please let me know if you need anything." Akihito waved at Kirishima as he made his exit after one final disapproving frown at his boss.
"You both worry too much." Akihito made a disbelieving noise at the back of his throat as he dragged Asami into the bathroom for a nice soak in the bath. "I'm fine."
"Uh huh. Just shut up and let me wash your hair."
Asami huffed but obediently let Akihito strip him off and push him into the bath. He was quiet throughout being carefully washed, showing just how bad he must be feeling even with the medicine. His suggestive smirk made a brief appearance as he let Akihito towel him dry before helping him into his favourite track pants and t-shirt combo. He stopped just short of the couch, eyeing the nest Akihito had set up for him before heaving a very large sigh, the last of the tension draining from his frame as he officially conceded defeat.
With great care, Akihito tucked him into the blankets and settled him against the pillows. He fussed over him for a bit, even finding an interesting documentary for him to watch before heading off to the kitchen to continue his food preparation. When he returned not long after with a hot drink, Asami was already fast asleep.
Clearly it had been a lot worse than he had been letting on. Akihito set down the hot drink before fishing his camera out to snap a quick photo of Asami looking very cute all rugged up for posterity. He would add it to his secret collection of photos showing that Asami was, indeed, human.