Fanfic: Sharing is Caring
Title: Sharing is Caring
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): KitaFuji
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Kitayama might be contagious XD
Summary: Kitayama is sick and to Fujigaya's horror, he needs to take care of their leader.
Author Notes: I wrote this quite some time ago, when I got one cold after another. This fic is even beta-ed. Whoop!
Sharing is Caring
"Morning~"
Fujigaya pinches the bridge of his nose. Disharmony gives him faster headaches than three dramas in a row. Kitayama is better just playing around.
He isn't. One look tells him so. Kitayama looks more tired than usual if that is even possible and his nose is red and swollen. That also explains why Kitayama's voice sounds even more nasal and won't match with Fujigaya's as good anymore. They will not be able to harmonize the whole day. He shudders.
Yokoo hurries over to their patient and puts one of those facemasks over his mouth and nose to keep the germs from flying all over the place.
"Why didn't you stay at home when you are this sick? And don't you dare come closer than three meters to me." Fujigaya held his hands up as Kitayama moves in his direction to place his bag on the table.
Kitayama looks at him blearily.
"Management said I had to come." The other's voice makes Fujigaya shudder. He feels the headache coming. Kitayama moves closer anyway.
"Stay away!"
"Ah, management leaves me to do the unthankful work." Kitayama mumbles. "We have first a cross-talk and then a photo shoot. I will grace you with my presence the whole day."
Fujigaya lets himself drop on a chair in horror.
"Taisuke, you have to take care of Hiromitsu." Yokoo says seriously to him.
"But Watta!"
"It's unfortunate, but we are a group. We have to take care of one another."
"Infect me and I am so going to kill you." Fujigaya sends Kitayama a glare, but he doesn't get a retort and just a tired nod. That makes him really uneasy. Kitayama should be in bed sleeping.
They get picked up with a van to be driven to the location where their interview will be taken. For the first time in their careers, Fujigaya carries Kitayama's bag who shuffles alongside him. It is significantly lighter than his own. Where does the older one keep his hair spray?
"How will you even answer anything?"
"My mouth can run alone."
Fujigaya groans. That is certainly the answer he wants to hear the least. How much damage control will he have to do?
When they reach the little room where they will be interviewed, Kitayama immediately drops on one of the chairs standing behind a table and closes his eyes. With a sigh, Fujigaya sits down next to him. They will have to squish faces later anyway. When he sees Kitayama eyeing his lap though, he growls.
"Don't even think about it."
Kitayama makes an understanding noise and Fujigaya feels like he just kicked a puppy. The other is sitting next to him like a picture of misery and as if pure will is the only thing keeping him on his chair.
The interviewer isn’t there yet.
"Get snot on my thighs and you know what will happen." With that Fujigaya pushes the other's head into his lap. Unsurprisingly, Kitayama is out like a light. If Fujigaya didn't fear the germs so much, he would have thought it almost cute how Kitayama moves closer and closer to him in his sleep. The way it is, he sucks in his stomach to keep as far away as possible. He can almost see the gems reaching their slimy green arms out towards him. Fujigaya shudders. Mildly concerned, he listens to Kitayama's rasping breaths until the door opens and the interviewer enters.
"Oh, where is Kitayama-san?" The man hovers unsure in the doorway.
Fujigaya wonders slightly about the scary aura he has to give off for the other to not even enter the room and points down to his lap that is hidden by the table in front of them.
"He is here."
To his surprise, the man becomes even more flustered.
"Should I come back later? I am sure we can push the interview a few minutes back."
Fujigaya frowns. Why should they? The earlier Kitayama got into bed today the better.
"I mean if the two of you still want to finish." The man moves from the left foot to the right uncomfortably and then Fujigaya's brain puts the pieces together.
"We are not doing that!" Fujigaya curses the world and slaps Kitayama's shoulder harder than he necessarily had to. Of course, people would think he was getting a blowjob.
Kitayama makes a whimpering noise and sits up with sluggish movements.
"He is sick." Fujigaya clarifies.
The interviewer laughs awkwardly and then slides into the chair opposite of them.
"You are so cosy today."
Fujigaya suppresses a glare.
"Sure, I love Taisuke." Kitayama mumbles and rubs his eyes. Fujigaya has to make full use of all the training he has gone through to not gape. So much about having to do damage control today, but this really went overboard. Kitayama rarely ever makes love confessions and usually only to make fans swoon. And even worse, he has called him by his first name. There are just things you don't say in front of an interviewer if you are pseudo-hating someone.
"What the hell did you take?" It finally breaks out of him.
"Painkillers for my head, medicine to reduce the fever and something against the coughing." Kitayama counts on his fingers like a child and Fujigaya shudders at the cocktail mixing with the other's blood.
"Is that even unproblematic?"
"Manager said it is the best we can do for today." Kitayama shrugs and then blows his nose. Fujigaya frowns. That doesn't really comfort him. His frown deepens when he sees the interviewer scribble down on a piece of paper hastily.
"It's worrying for the fans to hear when an idol is sick. You shouldn't add this."
"Oh don't worry, I am just writing down that Fujigaya-san is especially caring towards Kitayama-san today."
Way to sweeten his day, Fujigaya thinks sourly.
Kitayama laughs next to him at his misfortune, but it sounds more like snorting with his stuffed nose. At least someone is having fun here.
Fujigaya suffers through the interview with his dignity crumbling. Kitayama makes a few more questionable statements and is being in general very affectionate. Fujigaya pushes for the third time a heavy head from his shoulder, but when it snuggles right back, he resigns to his fate. Kitayama is barely scraping by.
When they are done, he half-carries Kitayama out of the room.
"You shouldn't say you like my scent or that my thighs feel nice." He sounds more than a little unfriendly.
"Did I?" Kitayama mumbles woozily.
"You did!" But they reached the van and Kitayama is out again the second he sits down. Fujigaya fumes silently. If the thigh bit appears anywhere in the interview, he will strangle the other. He just knows the fans will think naughty things when they hear Kitayama blabbed about his thighs. The van drives through a curve and Kitayama's head lolls on his shoulder again. Doesn't the forehead against his neck feel kind of hot? They have to hurry and finish this.
Fujigaya growls at their manager, whose eyes hastily drop from the rear-view mirror.
"He is completely gone."
"You only have a photo shoot left. I heard it is on a bed. Just arrange him next to yourself." Their manager then hurriedly parks the car to avoid his wrath.
Fujigaya's fingers stop right next to Kitayama's cheek where he has thought to flick it. Gently, he shakes the other's shoulder. There are just days he shouldn't.
"Get up and finish this fast so you can go home."
"You are warm."
"If I am warm then you are hot."
"I'll make a cross in my calendar. You complimented me." Kitayama mumbles. Frowning and also feeling a little embarrassed that it seems to be such a big deal to Kitayama, Fujigaya grabs him and drags him out of the car.
"What are you even saying, idiot."
On the set is indeed a bed and Kitayama immediately steers blindly in the direction of it like a bee smelling honey.
Fujigaya pulls him back long enough for his make-up to be done and for them to change into white fluffy pullovers and blue jeans.
Kitayama crawls on the bed like a toddler and Fujigaya has to pull once at his belt loops to prevent him from slipping back down. Flailing around, the other grabs pillow and blanket and makes himself comfortable. Fujigaya seriously wonders whether Kitayama has forgotten where he is and maybe mistakes the set for his bedroom.
The photographer coos and he decides it is not his problem. It very quickly becomes his problem though. Tamamori had once warned him of it. Kitayama sleeps with a body pillow and if there is none, he isn't above making innocent people that happen to be in bed with him to substitute for it.
Today, he is that innocent someone. Kitayama snuggles right up to him.
"You are making me catch your cold." He grumbles.
"I am cold."
Fujigaya inwardly groans. Does Kitayama's voice have to sound so weak? And wait, isn't the fever raising when someone is feeling cold? Moreover, Kitayama has to be completely gone to not worry about his wellbeing. The older one can be as much as a mother hen as Yokoo. It is clear that Kitayama is far beyond caring for anything else but sleep.
Disgruntled, Fujigaya lets himself get abused as pillow. Kitayama owns him big time.
He starts to wonder about just how kind he is, as he drags some hours later the other up the stairs to his apartment. It is a feat to get out of Kitayama where the keys are, but he manages.
"I am too awesome a person." Fujigaya tells Kitayama as he drops the other on his bed. "That's far beyond group duty."
"Taisuke." Kitayama mumbles and makes grabby hands for him.
"Not my problem." Fujigaya tells himself, but he feels his resolve crumble as Kitayama tosses and seems to search around his bed. So, he pulls a pillow under the other's head and the blanket over him and when Kitayama keeps squirming he changes his clothes to comfortable ones as well. He should have thought this through more, he decides after some minutes when he fights with Kitayama's jeans as the other's head lies heavily on his shoulder. He succeeds only to realize he has pulled the underwear down, too. Embarrassed and pointedly not looking, he pulls it up again.
He doesn’t want to get accused of manhandling Kitayama. But why the other had to wear pants that are as tight as these is beyond Fujigaya. Well not really, he knows Kitayama is the only member in the group that trains his ass in the gym.
After Fujigaya has throughout shaken and pulled at the other, of course only to make him more comfortable, Kitayama is still sleeping and this time without fidgeting. Fujigaya has to admit he feels rather proud. His mother always says he is unable to handle sick people, but really, it isn’t his fault they are all always contagious.
He is already halfway on his way when his cell phone vibrates.
“Watta?” He asks as he slips into his shoes.
“I heard you are done for the day?”
“Yeah, Kitayama is already in his bed.” Fujigaya answers and pulls up the zipper of his jacket.
“But you didn’t leave him all alone in his flat, did you?” Yokoo sounds alarmed. So much about his mother being proud.
“I am still there.” It is true theoretically. All he has to do is take a step backwards and he is back inside the flat.
“Oh good, this cold looked really nasty this morning. It might be better if we don’t leave him alone in case his fever rises again. Can you stay at his place one more hour? I’ll be there by then.”
Fujigaya sighs. He hates sick people.
“You have been with him all day. It won’t make much of a difference.”
Sometimes, he wonders whether Yokoo can read minds, but the thought is way too disturbing and he always tries to forget about it quickly.
“Yeah, yeah.” He slips off his shoes and puts his jacket back on the hook.
“Thank you.” Yokoo sounds truly thankful and Fujigaya feels slightly humbled. His best friend doesn’t have to care about them so deeply, but he does and it really isn’t asked too much for Fujigaya to lend a helping hand.
They hang up and he decides he won’t disappoint Yokoo. Kitayama is still dead to the world and doesn’t even stir as Fujigaya places his cold hand on his forehead. The other still feels hot, but Fujigaya usually has rather cold hands and isn’t sure it means Kitayama is really running a fever. So, he searches. He is rather sure Kita-mama would insist on a clinical thermometer in her son’s flat. She has always been a no-nonsense woman and Fujigaya doubts she has changed. If she did, he would be seriously sad.
He opens a few drawers in the other’s bathroom and finds the usual suspects like toothbrushes and a comb. Kitayama has got to have some medical stuff somewhere. The longer he searches, the more Fujigaya finds he doesn’t want to see. Kitayama has pictures of his friends everywhere. There are also more than a handful of pictures of Kisumai. Even some of him and he knows he is not always necessarily nice to the other.
He doesn’t want to keep searching, so he goes back into the other’s room and experimentally places his hand on his forehead again. Fujigaya tilts his head and frowns. It doesn’t tell him a thing. He remembers how his mother kept pressing her lips against his forehead when he was little. When he asked her once why she did it, she said it was because the skin over the lips is especially thin and it is easier to feel the temperature.
Disgruntled, he looks at Kitayama. He picks up the facemask he took off to make breathing easier for the other and slips it back on his face. Then he leans down and carefully presses his lips against Kitayama’s burning forehead. Now, he doesn’t have to puzzle anymore. Kitayama’s fever is still high. He is sure that Kitayama has some medicine in his bag, but the other is still sleeping anyway and in his opinion he has searched through enough stuff. Yokoo can do the rest.
But only some minutes later, Fujigaya realizes that doing nothing is even worse. So, he wanders into the kitchen and decides sick people should eat some good food. There is only so much he can do with hardly anything in the fridge, though, so he settles on a simple porridge. Where was being Yokoo?
Fujigaya paces Kitayama’s kitchen 67 times till the doorbell finally rings.
Relieved, he hurries to the door.
“Kitayama is sleeping.” Fujigaya basically drags Yokoo inside.
Yokoo laughs at him, picks the thermometer of the window sill in the living room and heads to Kitayama’s bed. Of course, Fujigaya didn’t search places in clear view. That would be too easy.
Fujigaya feels more than a little awkward till Yokoo praises him for cooking and tells him he can go home. It feels like an absolution and Fujigaya is faster out of the door than lightening.
The next morning, the first thing he does is curse Kitayama in every way possible. His head hurts. His throat is sore. His nose runs and he feels generally awful.
The short text with ‘I hate you’ is certainly justified, Fujigaya thinks as he forces himself to start his day. His brothers are way too chipper and he decides a cab is in order. He doesn’t trust himself to drive.
The tip he gives the cab driver is too high, but calculating can be a pain. Fujigaya considers sitting down where he stands as he eyes the way he has to walk to the door of the building and he just knows that door will weigh a ton and let’s not even think about all the way to the elevators.
But since he is starting to feel cold, he drags himself inside and once the elevator has taken him to the right floor, he shuffles up to their dressing room.
“Why does Hiro say you are sick?” Yokoo asks before he is halfway through the door. Fujigaya only looks blearily at his friend.
“I told you he texted me.” Kitayama twanged from where he was bundled up on the couch.
“You relationship improved so quickly.” Yokoo shouldn’t be so happy, Fujigaya decides and sends a glare towards a crackling Kitayama.
“It did not improve.” He clarifies.
“Aww, we harmonise again.” Kitayama says and pats the spot next to him invitingly.
“My voice is clearer than yours.” Fujigaya feels like sulking and refusing Kitayama’s invitation, but he is tired and his body is more than happy as he flops down next to the other.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kitayama agrees as he unwraps the long scarf around his neck only to wrap it around the both of them.
“Gross.”
“Sharing is caring.”
“I would have preferred it if you didn’t care yesterday then.”
Kitayama looks at him puzzled and with his red nose that makes him look like Rudi, it looks way too cute. Fujigaya decides he is sicker than he thought.
“Oh, that. Yeah, I am sorry you got sick.”
Fujigaya huffs.
Yokoo puts those facemasks on the both of them and tells the other members to keep their distance. Whatever Kitayama brought in is obviously contagious. Fujigaya is not happy he proved that.
The day is long and Fujigaya tries to discourage Kitayama from placing their heads on top of each other’s continuously, but he has to admit when he eventually gives in, it does feel nice and Kitayama is warm enough to keep him from freezing.
“We are a symbiosis.” Kitayama tells him seriously.
Fujigaya is not amused.
“I hate you.” He sulks.
“I love you, too, idiot.” Kitayama answers and grins at him blearily.
Note: What is a symbiosis? It's when a organism gains something from being with another. In my fic, it is mutual and other mutual examples could be a clownfish and a sea anemone or, my absolute favourite, a sloth and algae. I think my nerd-side is showing. If you want more details on that, just ask away <3
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: I don't own people, but the crap my mind sprouts.
Beta: blursakana
Pairing(s): KitaFuji
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Kitayama might be contagious XD
Summary: Kitayama is sick and to Fujigaya's horror, he needs to take care of their leader.
Author Notes: I wrote this quite some time ago, when I got one cold after another. This fic is even beta-ed. Whoop!
Sharing is Caring
"Morning~"
Fujigaya pinches the bridge of his nose. Disharmony gives him faster headaches than three dramas in a row. Kitayama is better just playing around.
He isn't. One look tells him so. Kitayama looks more tired than usual if that is even possible and his nose is red and swollen. That also explains why Kitayama's voice sounds even more nasal and won't match with Fujigaya's as good anymore. They will not be able to harmonize the whole day. He shudders.
Yokoo hurries over to their patient and puts one of those facemasks over his mouth and nose to keep the germs from flying all over the place.
"Why didn't you stay at home when you are this sick? And don't you dare come closer than three meters to me." Fujigaya held his hands up as Kitayama moves in his direction to place his bag on the table.
Kitayama looks at him blearily.
"Management said I had to come." The other's voice makes Fujigaya shudder. He feels the headache coming. Kitayama moves closer anyway.
"Stay away!"
"Ah, management leaves me to do the unthankful work." Kitayama mumbles. "We have first a cross-talk and then a photo shoot. I will grace you with my presence the whole day."
Fujigaya lets himself drop on a chair in horror.
"Taisuke, you have to take care of Hiromitsu." Yokoo says seriously to him.
"But Watta!"
"It's unfortunate, but we are a group. We have to take care of one another."
"Infect me and I am so going to kill you." Fujigaya sends Kitayama a glare, but he doesn't get a retort and just a tired nod. That makes him really uneasy. Kitayama should be in bed sleeping.
They get picked up with a van to be driven to the location where their interview will be taken. For the first time in their careers, Fujigaya carries Kitayama's bag who shuffles alongside him. It is significantly lighter than his own. Where does the older one keep his hair spray?
"How will you even answer anything?"
"My mouth can run alone."
Fujigaya groans. That is certainly the answer he wants to hear the least. How much damage control will he have to do?
When they reach the little room where they will be interviewed, Kitayama immediately drops on one of the chairs standing behind a table and closes his eyes. With a sigh, Fujigaya sits down next to him. They will have to squish faces later anyway. When he sees Kitayama eyeing his lap though, he growls.
"Don't even think about it."
Kitayama makes an understanding noise and Fujigaya feels like he just kicked a puppy. The other is sitting next to him like a picture of misery and as if pure will is the only thing keeping him on his chair.
The interviewer isn’t there yet.
"Get snot on my thighs and you know what will happen." With that Fujigaya pushes the other's head into his lap. Unsurprisingly, Kitayama is out like a light. If Fujigaya didn't fear the germs so much, he would have thought it almost cute how Kitayama moves closer and closer to him in his sleep. The way it is, he sucks in his stomach to keep as far away as possible. He can almost see the gems reaching their slimy green arms out towards him. Fujigaya shudders. Mildly concerned, he listens to Kitayama's rasping breaths until the door opens and the interviewer enters.
"Oh, where is Kitayama-san?" The man hovers unsure in the doorway.
Fujigaya wonders slightly about the scary aura he has to give off for the other to not even enter the room and points down to his lap that is hidden by the table in front of them.
"He is here."
To his surprise, the man becomes even more flustered.
"Should I come back later? I am sure we can push the interview a few minutes back."
Fujigaya frowns. Why should they? The earlier Kitayama got into bed today the better.
"I mean if the two of you still want to finish." The man moves from the left foot to the right uncomfortably and then Fujigaya's brain puts the pieces together.
"We are not doing that!" Fujigaya curses the world and slaps Kitayama's shoulder harder than he necessarily had to. Of course, people would think he was getting a blowjob.
Kitayama makes a whimpering noise and sits up with sluggish movements.
"He is sick." Fujigaya clarifies.
The interviewer laughs awkwardly and then slides into the chair opposite of them.
"You are so cosy today."
Fujigaya suppresses a glare.
"Sure, I love Taisuke." Kitayama mumbles and rubs his eyes. Fujigaya has to make full use of all the training he has gone through to not gape. So much about having to do damage control today, but this really went overboard. Kitayama rarely ever makes love confessions and usually only to make fans swoon. And even worse, he has called him by his first name. There are just things you don't say in front of an interviewer if you are pseudo-hating someone.
"What the hell did you take?" It finally breaks out of him.
"Painkillers for my head, medicine to reduce the fever and something against the coughing." Kitayama counts on his fingers like a child and Fujigaya shudders at the cocktail mixing with the other's blood.
"Is that even unproblematic?"
"Manager said it is the best we can do for today." Kitayama shrugs and then blows his nose. Fujigaya frowns. That doesn't really comfort him. His frown deepens when he sees the interviewer scribble down on a piece of paper hastily.
"It's worrying for the fans to hear when an idol is sick. You shouldn't add this."
"Oh don't worry, I am just writing down that Fujigaya-san is especially caring towards Kitayama-san today."
Way to sweeten his day, Fujigaya thinks sourly.
Kitayama laughs next to him at his misfortune, but it sounds more like snorting with his stuffed nose. At least someone is having fun here.
Fujigaya suffers through the interview with his dignity crumbling. Kitayama makes a few more questionable statements and is being in general very affectionate. Fujigaya pushes for the third time a heavy head from his shoulder, but when it snuggles right back, he resigns to his fate. Kitayama is barely scraping by.
When they are done, he half-carries Kitayama out of the room.
"You shouldn't say you like my scent or that my thighs feel nice." He sounds more than a little unfriendly.
"Did I?" Kitayama mumbles woozily.
"You did!" But they reached the van and Kitayama is out again the second he sits down. Fujigaya fumes silently. If the thigh bit appears anywhere in the interview, he will strangle the other. He just knows the fans will think naughty things when they hear Kitayama blabbed about his thighs. The van drives through a curve and Kitayama's head lolls on his shoulder again. Doesn't the forehead against his neck feel kind of hot? They have to hurry and finish this.
Fujigaya growls at their manager, whose eyes hastily drop from the rear-view mirror.
"He is completely gone."
"You only have a photo shoot left. I heard it is on a bed. Just arrange him next to yourself." Their manager then hurriedly parks the car to avoid his wrath.
Fujigaya's fingers stop right next to Kitayama's cheek where he has thought to flick it. Gently, he shakes the other's shoulder. There are just days he shouldn't.
"Get up and finish this fast so you can go home."
"You are warm."
"If I am warm then you are hot."
"I'll make a cross in my calendar. You complimented me." Kitayama mumbles. Frowning and also feeling a little embarrassed that it seems to be such a big deal to Kitayama, Fujigaya grabs him and drags him out of the car.
"What are you even saying, idiot."
On the set is indeed a bed and Kitayama immediately steers blindly in the direction of it like a bee smelling honey.
Fujigaya pulls him back long enough for his make-up to be done and for them to change into white fluffy pullovers and blue jeans.
Kitayama crawls on the bed like a toddler and Fujigaya has to pull once at his belt loops to prevent him from slipping back down. Flailing around, the other grabs pillow and blanket and makes himself comfortable. Fujigaya seriously wonders whether Kitayama has forgotten where he is and maybe mistakes the set for his bedroom.
The photographer coos and he decides it is not his problem. It very quickly becomes his problem though. Tamamori had once warned him of it. Kitayama sleeps with a body pillow and if there is none, he isn't above making innocent people that happen to be in bed with him to substitute for it.
Today, he is that innocent someone. Kitayama snuggles right up to him.
"You are making me catch your cold." He grumbles.
"I am cold."
Fujigaya inwardly groans. Does Kitayama's voice have to sound so weak? And wait, isn't the fever raising when someone is feeling cold? Moreover, Kitayama has to be completely gone to not worry about his wellbeing. The older one can be as much as a mother hen as Yokoo. It is clear that Kitayama is far beyond caring for anything else but sleep.
Disgruntled, Fujigaya lets himself get abused as pillow. Kitayama owns him big time.
He starts to wonder about just how kind he is, as he drags some hours later the other up the stairs to his apartment. It is a feat to get out of Kitayama where the keys are, but he manages.
"I am too awesome a person." Fujigaya tells Kitayama as he drops the other on his bed. "That's far beyond group duty."
"Taisuke." Kitayama mumbles and makes grabby hands for him.
"Not my problem." Fujigaya tells himself, but he feels his resolve crumble as Kitayama tosses and seems to search around his bed. So, he pulls a pillow under the other's head and the blanket over him and when Kitayama keeps squirming he changes his clothes to comfortable ones as well. He should have thought this through more, he decides after some minutes when he fights with Kitayama's jeans as the other's head lies heavily on his shoulder. He succeeds only to realize he has pulled the underwear down, too. Embarrassed and pointedly not looking, he pulls it up again.
He doesn’t want to get accused of manhandling Kitayama. But why the other had to wear pants that are as tight as these is beyond Fujigaya. Well not really, he knows Kitayama is the only member in the group that trains his ass in the gym.
After Fujigaya has throughout shaken and pulled at the other, of course only to make him more comfortable, Kitayama is still sleeping and this time without fidgeting. Fujigaya has to admit he feels rather proud. His mother always says he is unable to handle sick people, but really, it isn’t his fault they are all always contagious.
He is already halfway on his way when his cell phone vibrates.
“Watta?” He asks as he slips into his shoes.
“I heard you are done for the day?”
“Yeah, Kitayama is already in his bed.” Fujigaya answers and pulls up the zipper of his jacket.
“But you didn’t leave him all alone in his flat, did you?” Yokoo sounds alarmed. So much about his mother being proud.
“I am still there.” It is true theoretically. All he has to do is take a step backwards and he is back inside the flat.
“Oh good, this cold looked really nasty this morning. It might be better if we don’t leave him alone in case his fever rises again. Can you stay at his place one more hour? I’ll be there by then.”
Fujigaya sighs. He hates sick people.
“You have been with him all day. It won’t make much of a difference.”
Sometimes, he wonders whether Yokoo can read minds, but the thought is way too disturbing and he always tries to forget about it quickly.
“Yeah, yeah.” He slips off his shoes and puts his jacket back on the hook.
“Thank you.” Yokoo sounds truly thankful and Fujigaya feels slightly humbled. His best friend doesn’t have to care about them so deeply, but he does and it really isn’t asked too much for Fujigaya to lend a helping hand.
They hang up and he decides he won’t disappoint Yokoo. Kitayama is still dead to the world and doesn’t even stir as Fujigaya places his cold hand on his forehead. The other still feels hot, but Fujigaya usually has rather cold hands and isn’t sure it means Kitayama is really running a fever. So, he searches. He is rather sure Kita-mama would insist on a clinical thermometer in her son’s flat. She has always been a no-nonsense woman and Fujigaya doubts she has changed. If she did, he would be seriously sad.
He opens a few drawers in the other’s bathroom and finds the usual suspects like toothbrushes and a comb. Kitayama has got to have some medical stuff somewhere. The longer he searches, the more Fujigaya finds he doesn’t want to see. Kitayama has pictures of his friends everywhere. There are also more than a handful of pictures of Kisumai. Even some of him and he knows he is not always necessarily nice to the other.
He doesn’t want to keep searching, so he goes back into the other’s room and experimentally places his hand on his forehead again. Fujigaya tilts his head and frowns. It doesn’t tell him a thing. He remembers how his mother kept pressing her lips against his forehead when he was little. When he asked her once why she did it, she said it was because the skin over the lips is especially thin and it is easier to feel the temperature.
Disgruntled, he looks at Kitayama. He picks up the facemask he took off to make breathing easier for the other and slips it back on his face. Then he leans down and carefully presses his lips against Kitayama’s burning forehead. Now, he doesn’t have to puzzle anymore. Kitayama’s fever is still high. He is sure that Kitayama has some medicine in his bag, but the other is still sleeping anyway and in his opinion he has searched through enough stuff. Yokoo can do the rest.
But only some minutes later, Fujigaya realizes that doing nothing is even worse. So, he wanders into the kitchen and decides sick people should eat some good food. There is only so much he can do with hardly anything in the fridge, though, so he settles on a simple porridge. Where was being Yokoo?
Fujigaya paces Kitayama’s kitchen 67 times till the doorbell finally rings.
Relieved, he hurries to the door.
“Kitayama is sleeping.” Fujigaya basically drags Yokoo inside.
Yokoo laughs at him, picks the thermometer of the window sill in the living room and heads to Kitayama’s bed. Of course, Fujigaya didn’t search places in clear view. That would be too easy.
Fujigaya feels more than a little awkward till Yokoo praises him for cooking and tells him he can go home. It feels like an absolution and Fujigaya is faster out of the door than lightening.
The next morning, the first thing he does is curse Kitayama in every way possible. His head hurts. His throat is sore. His nose runs and he feels generally awful.
The short text with ‘I hate you’ is certainly justified, Fujigaya thinks as he forces himself to start his day. His brothers are way too chipper and he decides a cab is in order. He doesn’t trust himself to drive.
The tip he gives the cab driver is too high, but calculating can be a pain. Fujigaya considers sitting down where he stands as he eyes the way he has to walk to the door of the building and he just knows that door will weigh a ton and let’s not even think about all the way to the elevators.
But since he is starting to feel cold, he drags himself inside and once the elevator has taken him to the right floor, he shuffles up to their dressing room.
“Why does Hiro say you are sick?” Yokoo asks before he is halfway through the door. Fujigaya only looks blearily at his friend.
“I told you he texted me.” Kitayama twanged from where he was bundled up on the couch.
“You relationship improved so quickly.” Yokoo shouldn’t be so happy, Fujigaya decides and sends a glare towards a crackling Kitayama.
“It did not improve.” He clarifies.
“Aww, we harmonise again.” Kitayama says and pats the spot next to him invitingly.
“My voice is clearer than yours.” Fujigaya feels like sulking and refusing Kitayama’s invitation, but he is tired and his body is more than happy as he flops down next to the other.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kitayama agrees as he unwraps the long scarf around his neck only to wrap it around the both of them.
“Gross.”
“Sharing is caring.”
“I would have preferred it if you didn’t care yesterday then.”
Kitayama looks at him puzzled and with his red nose that makes him look like Rudi, it looks way too cute. Fujigaya decides he is sicker than he thought.
“Oh, that. Yeah, I am sorry you got sick.”
Fujigaya huffs.
Yokoo puts those facemasks on the both of them and tells the other members to keep their distance. Whatever Kitayama brought in is obviously contagious. Fujigaya is not happy he proved that.
The day is long and Fujigaya tries to discourage Kitayama from placing their heads on top of each other’s continuously, but he has to admit when he eventually gives in, it does feel nice and Kitayama is warm enough to keep him from freezing.
“We are a symbiosis.” Kitayama tells him seriously.
Fujigaya is not amused.
“I hate you.” He sulks.
“I love you, too, idiot.” Kitayama answers and grins at him blearily.
Note: What is a symbiosis? It's when a organism gains something from being with another. In my fic, it is mutual and other mutual examples could be a clownfish and a sea anemone or, my absolute favourite, a sloth and algae. I think my nerd-side is showing. If you want more details on that, just ask away <3