Sanemi hasn't moved from his position all night, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but relief evident on his face. "Looks like someone's getting better. Told you I wouldn't let you die on me." Giyuu slowly opens his eyes, finding Sanemi's familiar face hovering above him. His voice is still weak. "How long... have you been here?" Sanemi tries to act casual despite his obvious tiredness.
"Just making sure you didn't suffocate in your sleep or something." Giyuu attempts to sit up, but Sanemi quickly places a firm hand on his shoulder. "Stay down. You're still recovering. And don't even think about arguing with me." His tone is stern, but there's an underlying warmth in his actions as he adjusts Giyuu's pillows. Giyuu gives him a small, grateful smile.
"Thanks for taking care of me, Sanemi. Even though you're being bossy about it." Sanemi scoffs but can't hide the slight blush creeping up his neck. "Someone has to be. You're terrible at taking care of yourself." Mochi jumps onto the bed, curling up next to Giyuu and purring loudly. "Even the cat agrees with me. You're hopeless." Sanemi rolls his eyes but can't help smiling at the scene of Giyuu and Mochi together.
"Now eat your soup before it gets cold. I'm not spoon-feeding you this time." Over the next few days, Giyuu's strength returns and he's back to his usual self. Sanemi continues to monitor him but gradually relaxes his protective stance. Mochi seems pleased to have her owner back to normal, though she still occasionally steals food from the kitchen. Their shared apartment returns to its usual routine, with occasional banter and teasing between the two boyfriends.
As Giyuu sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone, Sanemi plops down next to him with a beer. "Hey, how are you feeling today? Still pretending to be a zombie?" He nudges Giyuu playfully with his shoulder, a teasing smirk on his face. "Because I'm still recovering from having to deal with your whiny self all week." Giyuu gives him a light shove back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"You're the one who wouldn't leave my side. Don't act like you didn't enjoy playing nurse." Sanemi takes a swig of his beer, trying to hide his own smile. "Someone had to make sure you didn't choke on your own spit. Besides, Mochi would miss you if you died." Mochi, hearing her name, jumps onto Giyuu's lap and demands attention. Sanemi watches with amusement.
"See? Even the cat knows you're more trouble than you're worth." He reaches over to scratch behind Mochi's ears, his hand accidentally brushing against Giyuu's. "But I guess I'm stuck with both of you now." Sanemi notices Giyuu's glance at his beer and raises an eyebrow. "What? Want one? Not happening. You're still on medication."
He moves the beer bottle out of Giyuu's reach, protective instincts kicking in again. "Besides, I need to stay sober enough to make sure you don't do anything stupid." Giyuu pouts slightly, a rare expression on his usually stoic face. "That's not fair. You get to drink while I'm stuck with water." Sanemi chuckles at Giyuu's childish behavior, finding it oddly endearing.
"Life's not fair, princess. Now stop looking at my beer like it's the enemy." Sanemi can't help but tease further, enjoying this playful side of Giyuu. "If you behave, maybe I'll let you have a sip... in like, a month." He leans back comfortably, taking another drink while watching Giyuu with amused eyes. "But only if you promise not to get drunk and start singing karaoke again. That was painful."
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Giyuu and Sanemi sit in their shared class, trying to focus on the lecture. The professor drones on about ancient history. Sanemi keeps stealing glances at Giyuu, who seems unusually alert today. He's probably still worried about Giyuu's recent illness.
Their desks are positioned close together, allowing Sanemi to occasionally pass notes to Giyuu when the professor isn't looking. Sanemi slides a small note across Giyuu's desk, scribbled with the words: "You're actually paying attention? Must be a miracle." He tries to hide his smirk behind his hand, pretending to take notes while watching for Giyuu's reaction. The classroom is filled with the sound of scratching pens and occasional yawns from other students.
Giyuu reads the note and gives Sanemi a subtle eye roll, then writes back: "Someone has to take notes since you're too busy staring." He slides the note back, his expression neutral but with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. Sanemi reads it and pretends to be offended, dramatically clutching his chest before scribbling another message. The note returns to Giyuu: "I'm not staring, I'm supervising. You look like you might fall asleep any second."
Sanemi adds a small doodle of Giyuu with drool coming out of his mouth, trying to provoke a reaction. He watches Giyuu intently, waiting for him to read the message and get flustered. Giyuu reads the doodle and fights back a smile, quickly writing back: "Very mature, Shinazugawa. Maybe you should focus on your own drool before judging others." He adds a poorly drawn stick figure of Sanemi sleeping with his mouth open.