Nezumi sunk underneath the covers, pulling Shion up against his chest. You need rest to get better. Now go to sleep. “You’re going to get sick,” Shion told him. “Hey, it’s my bed.” He climbed over Shion and curled up next to him underneath the covers. “You’re the gross one, climbing into bed with a sick person.” “Gross,” he commented as Shion blew his nose. Nezumi grabbed a tissue and climbed onto the bed, handing it to his sniffling boyfriend. Shion giggled, holding his hand over his mouth. He’d just taken off his pants when Shion said, “I thought you said no butts?” Nezumi put their dishes in the kitchen and quickly returned to the bedroom. They ate in silence until Shion said he’d had enough. Nezumi ignored the flutters in his stomach and scolded Shion for not getting any rest. I smelled you making soup…and, well, I guess I was too excited to doze off.” Shion twirled the spoon around in the soup and shrugged. “What’re you doing up? I thought I told you to sleep.” Nezumi handed Shion a bowl and sat across from him on the bed. Shion was sitting straight up in the bed, watching him with a faint grin on his face. Half an hour later, Nezumi came back to the bedroom with two bowls of Macbeth soup in hand. He could hear Shion giggling behind him, making him blush even deeper. I’ll be right back,” he called on his way out. He distracted Shion with a peck to the cheek before quickly darting out of the room to hide his blush. “You know why, dumbass.” Nezumi could feel his cheeks heating up. Seeing you all flushed and hearing your cute sneeze shouldn’t be cute but it is. I need to watch over you to make sure you get better and I need to be the one to get you water and tell you to rest and I can’t even explain this stupid fucking feeling but I need to take care of you. “Then why are you doing this?” Nezumi could blatantly see Shion trying to hide his shit-eating grin.īecause I can’t help myself. “Nezumi, you really don’t have to do this, I can take care of myself.” “Thanks,” Shion said, reaching for the water. He came back with a large glass of water and a new box of tissues. Nezumi hid his smile as he headed to the kitchen. Shion rolled his eyes and suppressed a grin. He turned around and added as an afterthought, “Unless it’s my butt.” He stood up and started towards the door, then stopped. You’ll just get worse if you go to class.” “I hope you weren't planning on going to class like this.” “Okay…you're right.but I’m fine, really, it’s just a little cold – ” Shion blushed, the rosy color fading into his already flushed cheeks. His eyes were puffy, his nose shiny and red. Perspiration gleamed on his forehead and neck. Because there was no doubt that Shion was sick - from this close, Nezumi could see that Shion’s face was more flushed than usual. Nezumi sat down on the bed and continued to stare at him, determined to guilt him into changing his answer. “Um…” He balled the tissue tighter in his hands, as if trying to hide it from Nezumi. “Are you sick?” Nezumi stated the question more than asked it. He glared at Shion, watching the other squirm nervously under his gaze. Nezumi walked right up to the side of the bed and crossed his arms. Then he seemed to remember the tissue he was holding and quickly crumpled it into a ball. Shion’s eyes widened at Nezumi’s sudden intrusion. He forced open the door and narrowed his eyes when he saw Shion sitting in Nezumi’s bed, holding a tissue to his nose. Nezumi stood up from the couch, throwing down the script he’d been reading before marching into their bedroom. He hasn?t acknowledged me as someone who is worth exposing everything to.Nezumi’s head whipped towards the sound – the sound of a sneeze. He would expose his body, his mind, his scars, and where his heart lay. But that was why he wanted Nezumi to open up and tell him. Shion didn?t have the right to accuse him of why he had hidden it up until now, and why he had said nothing. He wanted Nezumi to speak about the past which surrounded it. He wished Nezumi had revealed this scar earlier. ?Well? but? He wished Nezumi would have revealed it. You wouldn?t wanna be stark naked in front of me either, would you? Even though I?ve had the privilege of seeing it once already.? ?What reason do I have to show you? I?d have to get naked. ?Of course.? Nezumi crouched suddenly, and retrieved his shirt. Not once four years ago, when he had treated the graze wound on Nezumi?s shoulder, nor in these past few months they spent together, did he notice. ?I never? noticed.? Shion let out a sigh almost without thinking. He stood like a statue as if to give in to the movement of Shion?s fingertips. He slid his fingertip along the scar as if to trace its outline. "Shion stretched out his hand to touch the spot which looked like it could be the spider?s head.
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