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sapphire-strikes · 2 years

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More Like "Sicktuplets"

*Slaps knee* It's a Pun! Anyway, part one of a mini, two part sicfick. (While mostly platonic, there is some ~minor~ suggestive humor near the begining!)

Even from the kitchen, you could hear the occasional groan from upstairs and a small empathetic sigh left your mouth as you held the large bowl of ice under the sink, filling it with water and gradually placing the rolled-up washcloths you had stacked by the side into it. There weren't any ice packs, so these would have to do for now.

When you were finished, you headed back upstairs, a bowl of ice water now in hand, and were immediately called out to not a second after reentering the bedroom. Your eyes scanned the room of resting figures until they landed on the oldest of the sick sextuplets who had managed to prop himself up and wave at you from the spot by the wall where he was laying, trying to get your attention with an unusually eager grin for someone in his condition.

"Yyyyyy/n~ Over here! Come here first!" He called, finally falling back onto his futon when you began making your way over to him.

What had started as a simple precaution to separate the sick from the healthy resulted in each one of them sleeping on a separate futon in different corners of the room. Considering that all six of them had managed to catch the bug at this point, it wouldn't hurt for them to move back to the large one they usually shared but something told you getting any of them up to move would be more trouble than it was worth.

"Alrighty, you first then." You rolled your eyes, watching Oso's tired smile grow sly as you approached. Kneeling down, you made yourself comfortable on the floor by him on your knees and set your bowl down beside you.

"So...what'd you bring me?" He half slurred with an eager grin, but despite his tone, you could tell he was struggling to keep up his usual playful nature in your presence.

"Well, there's not too much I can do to speed up you guys' recovery at this point, but these should help you feel a little better at least." You reached into the bowl of ice water with both hands, wringing out a cloth and folding it into a neat rectangle before moving to press it to his forehead. His wise-ass smirk dropped to surprise at your gentle motion and he cringed at first when the cool cloth came in contact with his face, but a much more genuinely relieved smile slowly washed over him and he sprawled his limbs out comfortably when you rested it on his forehead.

"Oh, that is nice!" He sighed, closing his eyes. "Thanks~"

"You might feel even better if you cleaned up a bit." You pointed out, still applying a slight pressure to the cool rag, but motioned to the mess around his futon with your free hand. There were chip bags, soda bottles, and used tissues scattered all around him. A mess that could have been completely avoided had he put in just the littlest effort to toss them in the direction of the small garbage bin not three feet away. It was for that reason you weren't about to pick it up for him, sick or not.

"Hey, I like it like this. Got everything I need right here!" Oso winked and lazily reached over into the mess without looking, pulled out some kind of half-full bottled beverage, and took a swig before throwing it to the side once more. "See?"

"Oookay." You rolled your eyes again. "At least change, it can't feel good lying around in that gross-ass hoody while you have a fever." You reasoned with a grimace, wiping your wet hands off on your pant legs.

"My hoodie?" He questioned and propped himself up on one arm again, gripping the front of his hoodie to pull it out and look down at it. "Guess it is pretty nasty, huh?"

You nodded, scooting back to lift yourself off the ground. "You want like a t-shirt or something?" You offered, prepared to go grab him a change of clothes

"Nah, I'm good." He said, voice muffled by his hoddie as he slid it over and off of his head, revealing the thin black tank top he wore underneath. His hoodie was tossed to the side, landing amongst the garbage that surround him while he decided to strike a pose, propping his head on his hand with a smirk. "Like what you see? I wouldn't undress for just anybody ya know." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you had to cover your mouth, physically stifling a snort. "Who am I kidding? Yeah I would!"

"Ah yes, nothing gets me going like a man with a 102° fever." You joked, reaching over him to pull his discarded hoodie out of the mess. "We're gonna wash this." You added, changing the subject as you folded it in half and tucked it under your arm before finally standing back up.

"And girls say I'm not a hottie!" He continued, rolling limply onto his back again and closing his eyes but peaked one open again to see your reaction.

You let out another amused huff as you picked the dish of ice water back up as well. Throwing his hoodie over your shoulder, you squatted back down and used your free hand to place the cold rag back onto his forehead. "You're hilarious, Oso." You remarked sarcastically. Puns aren't usually his style, but you guess it was easy humor since he wasn't feeling well.

"I mean, I thought it was getting hotter in here but may it's just y-" What was the start of an awful pick-up line was cut short when out of nowhere, a tissue box came flying through the air, narrowly avoiding you and beaming him right in the face.

Even sick he was quick to jump to his feet, balling his fists and stomping his foot as the two of you looked around the room for the culprit. "Who the hell threw that?!" But whoever it was must have been quick to retreat, because everyone you could see either had their back turned or was tucked into their futon. "I'm serious! Own up or right now or I'll beat the answer out of ya!" He shook a fist and began stomping forward but you held a hand out to stop him.

"Okay, that's enough, lay down. You're gonna get lightheaded yelling like that." You tried to be serious but couldn't help smiling as you eased him back down. The last thing you needed was them fighting right now. He grumbled something under his breath but you must have been right about him getting light-headed because he listened and sat back down quickly, his angry expression mellowing as you helped cover him back up. "Now take it easy."

"Don't gotta tell me twice..." He agreed, resting an arm behind his head as you moved on to the next and closest futon a few yards away.

As soon as he saw you coming, Karamatsu flailed himself out of his futon into an upright position, sitting with his arm and legs crossed. "Why, hello there, Y/n~," He remarked cooly and you lowered yourself to your knees to sit in front of him like you had with Osomatsu.

"Hi, Karamatsu, how ya doing?" You asked, a tone of knowing in your voice.

"Why I'm doing just fine, why do you ask?" He flashed a pose, resting his pointer finger and thumb under his chin

"Really?" You furrowed a brow at him.

"Of course~ You need not worry yourself with my wellbeing, I'm not the kind to succumb to little things such as this." He insisted, but your eyes fell to the feverish red plaguing his face.

"Karamatsu..." You said his name seriously, leaning forward which seemed to make him lean further back, the fake cool expression he was putting up immediately getting a little nervous when you rested the back of your hand on his forehead, slowly moving it down to his cheek. "You're still burning up." You said sadly, pulling your hand away.

"Haha! Tis only the fires of passion that burn deep within, ignited by my concern for those that I love!" He balled his hand into a fist, shaking it with a played-up righteous vigor.

"Tis a fever actually." You chuckled and pinched the corner of his sunglasses between your fingers. "Am I gonna have to take these too?" You already had to hide his jacket since he refused to settle down without it and hot leather and a fever don't really mix well.

"N-no!" He backed away, pulling his knees up to his chest and holding his sunglasses to his face protectively. "That won't be necessary!"

"Oh yeah, why not?" You asked, noticing right away that his reaction was fueled by a little more than the usual attachment to his unique sense of style.

"No reason! I'd just like to keep them on is all. The light in here, it...hurts my eyes!" You guess that was possible since he was sick, but you couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Karamatsu..."

"H-hm?" He made a nervous sound, glancing in your direction briefly but avoided meeting your gaze the best he could. Poor dork couldn't lie to save his life.

"Come on, you should lay down. I brought some cool towels for the coolest guy in town but they won't help too much if you don't rest up." You tried your best to give him a comforting grin.

"Ehh?!" That feverish red on his cheeks was almost overshadowed by a blush but he instead moved to squeeze his knees, almost as if he was scared to comply.

"Here." You reached forward once again, using both hands to slowly take hold of and pull off his sunglasses. He didn't stop you this time, instead, a shameful look on his face when you finally met his eyes.

Your heart sank right away. There were puffy, dark circles around his eyes, and you could only assume that's what he'd been trying to hide because, after a few moments of having locked eyes with you, he turned away embarrassed.

"Haven't been able to get any sleep, huh?" You questioned rhetorically with an understanding tilt of your head. "You should have said something, I can get you some more ibuprofen."

"That won't be necessary." He spoke up quickly, resuming his normal, dramatic tone. "It's only natural that I stay up. I'm one of the eldest, after all, that makes it my duty to remain vigilant while my younger brothers recover." He spoke as if that explained everything, and in a way, it did, just not in the way he was probably hoping.

"Ah, I see." You paused, smiling sympathetically. "You couldn't sleep last night because you were worried about your brothers." That was just like him, you don't know how you didn't realize sooner. "That's really sweet of you." And just like that, his cool demeanor was gone and he was red in the face and avoiding eye contact again. "But!", You added firmly, "You're sick now too, and as one of the eldest, I think that also makes it your job it get better as fast as possible." He seemed surprised by your words, staring half agape as you continued. "And that's not gonna happen unless you take it easy too." He was back to looking ashamed again, so you kept going. "I'll keep an eye on them for you, I promise. So do you think you could rest up, for me?"

He pursed his lips, swallowing hard as if it was hard for him to accept what you were saying. "Alright!" He finally yelled, squeezing his eyes shut with a bow and you brought a finger to your lips, motioning to the others laying around the room and he quickly shushed himself, taking another apologetic bow.

"Awesome." You celebrated your small victory, helping him lay back down and tucking him in. "Here," you folded his sunglasses shut, setting them by his futon on the floor in a spot that looked safe from getting stepped on. "These'll be right here when you start feeling better, but for now..." You reached into your bowl of ice water, wringing a cloth out and slowly pressing it to his forehead. He was so tense at first that you almost felt a little bad, even closing his eyes as it made contact but you smiled softly as you watched him visibly relax, a calm smile of his own washing over his face as he let out a long, relieved sigh.

"Better?" You asked, and he gave you a thumbs up, even flashing that stupid, flamboyant smile he always does. "Good to hear." Mission accomplished, you stepped back and gathered your stuff up. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" You added as you stood to move on to your next "patient."

"T-thank you!" He stuttered out in what was almost a yell and you turned back to him with a nod and a 'Don't mention it.' What a sweetheart.

Finally an easy one. Choromatsu must have seen you coming because he was already peaking up over the edge of his blanket, ducking under briefly when you dropped to your knees at his side. Probably because he was the first of the sextuplets to get sick, his fever wasn't quite as bad compared to the others, but it seemed to be hanging on just as stubbornly.

"Your turn!" You cheered, clapping your hands together.

"You really didn't have to come over you know. We would have been okay." He said kind of sadly but was still obviously welcoming of your help, already pulling his covers down to his chest and bracing himself for your gentle hand.

"Yeah, I know, but Todomatsu sounded so bad on the phone so I wanted to check up, and long as you don't mind me helping, I don't mind sticking around to help." You reached into your bowl of ice water yet again, pulling out a dripping cloth.

"Tch, that's cause that big baby has never had to take care of himself before. With mom and dad on vacation, if we weren't sick too, he would have whined up a storm until one of us caved and played nurse for him."

"Is that what I'm doing?" You wrung the cloth out tightly, raising a brow with a smirk. "Playing nurse?"

"What?! no! I mean...you're just-" He began backtracking right away, sitting up to wave his hands defensively until you pressed the cloth slowly to his head and he melted into the coolness, falling right back down onto his pillow. "You're just...being nice." He whispered that last part, still somewhat flustered as he pulled his blanket up to his face again.

"No worries, Choro." You patted his head. "You guys are my friends, so this is no big thing. You've been pretty easy patients so far anyway." You assured him, balling a fist and pounding your chest proudly. "Nothing I can't handle!"

"Just don't let them take advantage of you, okay? I can see a few of them trying to milk this for all it's worth..." He frowned, side-eyeing his eldest brother from across the room.

Your aura grew dark and you gripped your bowl of ice water with a promising smirk while Choromatsu swallowed nervously. "I'd like to see them try."

"Anyway!" Your tone returned to normal and you stood yourself back up with a smile. "I'm gonna keep going, just call me if you need anything!"

"O-okay, thank you!" He nodded quickly, and you gave him a thumbs up as a 'your welcome' as you moved on.

Glancing down into the ice water, you grinned triumphantly at the remaining cloths.

Three down, three to go!'

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