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“Please stop calling me that.”

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Someya groans, rolling onto his side and tugging the blankets tighter around himself. He sniffs but his nose keeps running; sighing, he reluctantly reaches a hand out of his blanket cocoon and fumbles for a tissue to blow his nose. Once done, he pulls the blankets over his head, blocking out the daylight, and hopes to fall asleep and wake up without this fucking flu. Although from what the doctor said, he’ll probably be sick for at least a week longer. Which fucking sucks.

When the door slides open, he grumbles, hoping it isn’t one of Kiryu’s kids, as he has no patience for their antics when he feels like shit. Thankfully, he hears the voice of the one person he actually wants to talk to.

“Takumi, I’ve got to take your temperature now,” Kiryu says, walking into their bedroom.

He pulls the blankets down, staring up at Kiryu with bleary eyes. “Hello, Fourth Chairman.”

To his amusement, Kiryu blushes slightly, a hilariously adorable redness tinging his cheeks. “Please stop calling me that. We’re dating, and you don’t need to be so formal.”

“Oh, did I make you flustered, Kazuma?” he says, chuckling—a sound that soon becomes a harsh cough.

“Shit, are you okay?” Kiryu says.

Someya holds up a hand to silence him, coughing into a tissue. Once he can speak again, he says, “I’m fine. Well, I’m not any worse.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

Clearly still worried, Kiryu holds out the thermometer. With days of practice behind him, Someya opens his mouth, letting Kiryu slip the thermometer under his tongue. Thirty seconds later, it bleeps, and Kiryu reads the screen.

“You’re not getting feverish again,” he says, relieved (and remembering Someya’s fever in the night).

“Good. Hey, mind staying for a bit… Fourth Chairman?” Someya says, smirking.

“Are you just teasing me?” Kiryu asks, eyebrows raised.

“Maybe.”

Kiryu sighs, smiling fondly. “Okay, I’ll stay. The kids aren’t back from school for a while, so I don’t need to start cooking yet. What do you want me to do?”

“Just get under the blankets, Kazuma,” Someya says, flinging the sheets back.

“Well, that I can do,” Kiryu says, smiling, and Someya chuckles.