Catching Something - Kozume Kenma
A/N: everyone I know is getting sick. So I've got a handful of these ideas clanging around in my brain. Getting them down before I catch the bug!
Warnings: Kenma mentions sex with reader. That's all. The rest is just domestic fluff.
“How on earth did your nose get so red over the last 30 minutes, cupcake?” I worriedly questioned, sitting beside Kenma as he rested in bed.
His hair was a disheveled mess, his bun sitting lop sided on his head. I was doing all I could to not reach for my phone and snap a quick picture.
“It’s these tissues,” and he threw the loose tissues dramatically in the air, “they are so cheap! They don’t have the lotion in them.”
“Well sorry, your highness," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "My low salary job doesn’t afford the luxury items you’re accustomed to."
Maybe agreeing to have Kenma brought my way so I could constantly monitor him wasn’t the best idea.
“Ugh, I wish you’d just move in with me already! Or, at the very least, let me get you nice things,” he sighed, laying back down and sneezing into his tissues.
“All this over some damned tissues,” I quietly laughed, shaking my head.
“It’s not just that,” Kenma said, gently taking my hand in his, “well… not only that. I want this, being sick, to be easier for us both. I want to be able to take care of you when you’re sick too. Or… like… even cooking in the kitchen together for dinner, or buying our first couch. Oh, and having sex on every flat surface and giggling when Kuroo comes over to sit down right where we’ve previously laid claim to each other.”
My eyes widened at that comment and slowly dragged his way.
His little cheeks were now as pink as his nose.
“Hmm,” and I rested my palm on his forehead, “sick Kenma sure is ballsy.”
“I may die, ya know? Gotta speak my mind,” he proudly smiled.
“He’s also dramatic as fuck,” I whispered to myself catching the glare Kenma sent my way, “Baby, and I say that purely because that’s what you are when you’re sick, I already told you why I haven’t moved in.”
And he cut me off.
“I know...,” his vision dropping to his lap, where his hands steadily played with my fingers. “But it’s just money. And yeah, I know you scoff when I say that. But I want to take care of you. And I want us to start a life together, fully together.”
And he pulled my hand to his lips.
I couldn’t help the smile that stayed plastered so violently on my face. I tackled him in a hug, knocking the wind out of him, causing him to start a new string of coughs.
“Sorry,” I sheepishly mumbled, pulling away.
“It’s okay,” he said, once he took a drink of his hot tea, “but you couldn’t keep your hands off me, so now you’re going to get sick.”
“Oh, please. I hardly get sick. I have an immune system comparable to a tank,” I boasted, smirking his way.
“Sure you do,” he laughed, his chest rumbling something dangerously deep.
I quickly straddled his lap causing his eyes to go wide. I gently pushed my fingers into his messy hair and pulled his lips feverishly to mine.
“I’m not scared!” I laughed when I pulled away, kissing his forehead.
“I’m not responsible for whatever happens to you. But… keep going.” He quietly laughed as I rolled my eyes and pushed him back in the bed.
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“Ahhh-chu!” I sneezed into the last remaining tissue that was in the box.
Kenma looked my way brightly smiling, which only made me roll my eyes.
“I’d hate to see the tank your immune system is getting compared to,” he poked fun, bringing me another box from his nearby closet, “and see, these damn things do make a difference, don’t they?”
“Yeah, yeah. You were right. Is that what you wanna hear?” I whined, throwing myself back in the bed.
“I mean, it doesn’t hurt to hear it. But you didn’t have to say it,” and he sat in the floor beside the bed, gently playing with my fingers again.
I gently squeezed his hand and he smiled up at me.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked, nervous for whatever was coming next since he had his thinking face on.
“I’m glad you moved in with me. It definitely makes this a lot easier,” he smiled.
I puckered my lips for a kiss and his face recoiled. I scoffed.
“I do not, even jokingly, have a tank for an immune system. Here,” and he kissed my forehead and then squeezed a bunch of hand sanitizer in between our hands, “rub them together. I’ll come see you shortly with your soup!”
“Sure thing, Kiyoomi!” I poked fun.
He stuck his tongue out at me, shaking his head and laughing as he left our shared room. Taking my whole world with him.
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