Fic  : Midnight Message

Form : [K-Project] 

Pairing : sarumi  

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Illness is a real cause. Recommended reading.

Fic [K-Project] : One Day In Rainy Day.

first, but if you're lazy you don't have to.

Actually, the writer is Group B who lives alone. I think Yata probably has very different feelings.

We think that when it's raining cold like this, there should be a warm fic that helps people heal themselves.

O<-< (

Ha) I secretly want to write an omanga at the end of the story as well. But let's sprout it for next time!!

“You… are hot,” Fushimi Saruhiko greeted with a neutral expression. He put his hand on the other's cheek and the crook of his neck. The fifteen-year-old boy looked down at his smaller best friend, grunting as if displeased with his behavior.

"It's just a cold. It'll get better soon," Yata Misaki retorted in a husky voice. before coughing hard a few times Suddenly, the owner of the dark blue hair grabbed both of his cheeks and raised his head to look at the other person's face.

“Your hands are cold. I thought I was hot.”

“Even though I have low blood pressure, my hands are cold, but this is abnormal. Go home and get some good sleep. Otherwise, go sleep in the hospital room. After class, I will carry you home for you.”

Yata had an annoyed expression on his face. His brow furrowed and he looked at the other person with wide-eyed eyes. “You're not my mother. You don't have to do it, you know. My body says ok. I have to be able to handle it.”

Big-headed person...

Fushimi complained in her heart. Grabbing the other hand, he picked up a handkerchief to cover the other person's mouth who intended to sneeze in his face. A young man wearing square-rimmed glasses smiled back as if he knew. In contrast to Yata, who showed even more dissatisfaction when he couldn't get back at his best friend.

“I can handle it!!!” The smaller man shouted loudly. Emphasize once again your own physical condition. I tried to resist the strength of the other person who was carrying him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him to the hospital room. The owner of the brown-orange hair couldn't help but try to balance himself so as not to drag himself on the ground.

"Think about skipping class. Come on, let me lend you the game I just bought, Misaki."

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Also, don't call my name, you damn monkey, I'm about to fall over!!!”

Fushimi Saruhiko just shrugged nonchalantly at the other's insults. His main aim was only one. is to capture Yata Misaki and put her in the hospital room. Before the other party's flu gets worse.

Yata Misaki awoke as the clock struck midnight. A nineteen year old young man raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, feeling dizzy after just waking up. before coughing hard a few times

“My throat hurts…” Yata muttered quietly. Feel the heat on your face. It looked like the medicine he had taken in the afternoon had only helped him a little. In addition, he made me have crazy dreams like in the past.

Yatagarasu lifted himself up from the bed. Staggering over, he picked up medicine and a bottle of water and poured them into a glass. Feel the bitter taste of the swallowed medicine pass down your throat. Amber eyes looked towards the window of the balcony, only to find darkness and the sound of the rain falling non-stop.

It was one of the few times that a lonely little person touched my heart and it was difficult to explain the reason.

His mother has moved back home. He was the only one left in Shizumo City. But it's not that it's difficult or that he's alone because at Homura everything makes him not feel deprived. Moreover, they are constantly fused together like family members. However, this time it was different…

The small man plopped down on the bed again, clad in a stretchy A-line shirt and boxers. Curled back into the blanket. Semi wristwatch handle

PDA

He came up here and there to check absentmindedly while waiting for the medicine to take effect and for him to fall into a deep sleep again.

If tomorrow the symptoms are serious, I'll probably have to find someone to take me to the doctor...

The owner of the dull orange hair was stubborn enough to insist that he was fine and healthy. Before pressing to follow the number, searching for the name out of habit Type a message saying just a rough idea to come and see him tomorrow with breakfast. The same rhythm as the drowsiness after the medicine began to take effect. Yata sent the email without checking who it was sent to.

Kamamoto?

Kusanagi-san?

Or should it be someone in Homura?

Yata thought it must be someone he was familiar with. Because everything is pressed according to instinct and familiarity. Then I let myself close my eyes amidst the sound of the rain falling continuously.

Saruhiko

Finally, before consciousness disappears He felt like he was thinking about the owner of that name, which he didn't understand himself.

I miss you even though we're not close friends anymore.

"You can go home, Misaki." The voice made Yata jump up from the hospital bed. Rubbing your eyes, adjusting your focus, you looked at the clock and the window reflecting the orange sky. The voice source sat down on the side of the bed and sighed slowly.

“Since when did I fall asleep?!” Yata shouted loudly throughout the nurse's room. The sound of a throat-burning cough followed. He remembered that he spent the morning playing games in the hospital room. I feel like I woke up around noon. I planned to go to class in the afternoon after finishing eating and taking medicine, but until then, when I regained consciousness, it was time for all students to carry their bags and go home.

“Sleep like that. Shows that it's really heavy. I told you so.” Amber eyes tensed as he looked at his best friend who was carrying his school bag. Fushimi raised her hand to touch his forehead once more.

"I'm not hot anymore, see?"

"It's really noisy. How can you not reduce it by sleeping all day like that?"

Fushimi shrugged nonchalantly. Move to turn your back to the other person. “You can go home now. Master, he's going to close the infirmary," Yata grunted. But he agreed to ride on the other side's back.

“Do you have a headache?”

"A little bit. Just dizzy now."

“Go back and have some warm water. Don't eat cola."

“You are my mother!!”

The tall man laughed. While walking along the walking path Behind him was a small person carrying the weight of two bags. This time, Yata didn't complain. He understands that the other party's throat must be sore that they don't want to make a sound.

“I think I can walk by myself. Aren't you heavy?" The bearer didn't answer. There was only the gesture of shaking his head back and forth as if to say no. Yata didn't understand what was wrong with him, but the fact that he slept all day and the fever made him not want to think too much. When you make a good offer to someone else who doesn't want to accept it. You must follow along.

“Misaki, it's enough to recover quickly. Tomorrow we promise to go to the game center. I saw there was a new game released.”

“Don't call me names,” the person being carried said indifferently before opening his mouth to yawn. Fushimi's hands are cold. But the comfortable, warm back makes people with a fever feel like they're wrapped in a warm blanket. Amber eyes closed. Let the rhythm of your walk and heart lull you slowly.

“Sleep, complaining is annoying.” I wanted to open my mouth to argue. But now he was drifting off to sleep.

Amidst the evening sunset, Yata Misaki closed her eyes on Fushimi Saruhiko's back for the entire walk home.

The bell rang loudly at the front of the room. Until the little person had to open his eyes while still feeling a headache. A small young man opened his mouth and yawned. I felt extremely irritated when I was woken up early in the morning. But in the end, he realized that he was the one who sent the email to someone to come look at him. When he remembered, he took medicine to relieve his anger.

Changed to trying to lift myself up from the bed The girl didn't walk straight to the guest room. I forgot to look through the peephole like I used to do to see who was coming.

“Sorry, I fell asleep a bit.” His voice was hoarse and drowsy. I still forget to fully wake up. He was startled when the cold hand of the bell ringer reached out and touched his cheek.

"You're hot, Misaki." A voice that was so familiar it made me flinch. Yata backed up and looked at the visitor squarely in the eye.

Fushimi Saruhiko in her Sept. 4 uniform. Looking at him with the same neutral expression as when he had dreamed about it when they were just in middle school.

“Wait, how did you come to be here?” Yatagarasu's voice stuttered. He looked up at the uninvited guest in front of him. Suddenly, a bag was suddenly thrust into his hand, along with a sound of displeasure in the tall man's throat.

“Misaki is really annoying. Aren't you the one who sent me a message? Huh, if you're sick you should call. Not sending a message Who will see me lying down like this?” A long, drawn-out complaint sounded from the mouth of a government official. Amber eyes looked at each other, unable to understand beginning and end. To be honest, last night he just clicked out of habit and didn't even look that the said mail would reach Fushimi.

“I sent you an email?” Yata held the bag containing packed lunches and medicine in his hand.

“Yes, and it was during my deep sleep. Who will see this? Otherwise, it's been here since last night!!” I don't understand whether Yata Misaki is unconscious or Fushimi Saruhiko is unconscious when speaking. He could understand from his words that the other party was worried. And it seemed like the other party was starting to realize that they were still and calm for a while. Without a single word coming out.

“Thank you,” Homura's vanguard said in a low voice. The food in the bag was still warm. When he looked again, he seemed to be sweating like he had rushed.

Yata heard the sound of Fushimi's tongue click out of Fushimi's mouth. while the other person turned back

“There is more medicine in there. Eat quickly and go back to bed. If it doesn't get better, then learn to call your friends and take you to see a doctor.” The tone of his voice was aloof. But the meaning connoted in the sentence is the opposite.

“Uh huh.”

“How annoying. I have work to do. There's not that much free time."

“Saruhiko”

“What?” He didn't even turn around. But he froze even as he gently called the other person's name.

"thank"

"You already said that, Misaki."

“Sorry.” His dark blue eyes turned to look through his glasses to see a thin figure standing and hugging the breakfast bag he had brought. Fushimi made another displeased noise. Before walking quickly Come push the other person into the room.

“Hurry up and eat, then go to sleep. When you wake up, go see a doctor.” The rough hand holding the sword touched the side of his cheek and down the nape of his neck like in the past. Then pulled away and locked and closed the door to the room properly.

Yata heard footsteps farther away from the front of the room. He looked down at the bag of food and medicine that was written in the other person's handwriting about when to take medicine along with rough restrictions.

It's like everything is loaded. The small, handsome man was able to process everything before his face lit up with either fever or anger.

“Damn…”

But it's shyness.

Maybe Yata Misaki should seriously go see a doctor. Including checking his brain to see what exactly happened to him?