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“SorA, are you okAY?” Natsume poked his head through Sora’s door. The air in the other boy’s room was thick with...something. Natsume waited for Sora to respond. He didn’t. Okay. Natsume strained his eyes so that he could see in the semi-dark room, Natsume didn’t think that flash banging Sora would be very polite. He could make out Sora, lying sprawled out on his bed like he had died. The only reason Natsume wasn’t concerned by this was that Sora usually slept in weird positions like this. Also, obviously, he had cast a spell so Sora couldn’t possibly die—and his spells always worked, always.
Sora wasn’t a very heavy sleeper, so he should’ve probably woken up by now. Natsume inched closer to the boys bed, halfheartedly pushing the door behind him. He stopped when his eyes caught the sight of—oh fuck it’s vomit. Natsume immediately recoiled, finally realizing what the strange smell was. Traversing around the puddle, he gently placed his fingertips on Sora’s shoulder, shaking him. “SorA? Have you contracted an illneSS? You don’t look weLL...” The blonde shifted slightly, before opening his sleepy eyes halfway. “Shisho...?” He hummed, ”Why’re....” Sora paused, tipping his head up to sniff the air in a way akin to that of a canine. “Shisho...It stinks in here.” The boy muttered. Sora sat up, rubbing his head and blinking slowly. “Eugh....”
Natsume brushed back Sora’s hair with his fingers, causing the boy to purr softly. “The stench is vomIT. Are you siCK?” Sora snapped his gaze towards Natsume, staring for a second. “Ew.” Sora looked over to the floor and wrinkled his nose. “I....remember doing that, actually. Im sorry..” Natsume shook his head softly. “Eh, It’s fiNE...You can’t control when you’re siCK.” Natsume brought his hand down to feel Sora’s forehead. The boy was unfortunately really warm, so he was undeniably sick. “FucK. You’re siCK...You stay herE, and perhaps try to clean uP, i’ll go get you some mediCINE.” He gave Sora one more pat on his head before standing with a stretch and making his way to the door.
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“Natsume? What are you doing in the cabinets? I didn’t hide anything from you, if you were looking for something...” Natsume immediately turned his head to the pleasant annoying voice of Tsumugi. “I don’t understand what you’re talking aboUT, TsumuGI, but I’m looking for mediCINE. Sora’s siCK.” Tsumugi nodded in acknowledgement, padding over to Natsume, who was standing on his tiptoes in front of the bathroom sink and rummaging through the mirror cabinet. He tipped his head to one side, looking in the cabinet with the red haired boy. The only things close to medicine in there was alcohol pads and other things that were only good for helping cuts, burns, and bruises.
”Natsume...I don’t think we have anything...” Tsumugi pointed out after a minute. Natsume slammed the cabinet shut with a huff, stepping back. “Damn iT. TsumuGI, you’re coming with mE, we’ll just have to go shoppING.” Tsumugi followed after Natsume, who was already leaving the bathroom. “H-hey, Natsume, I assumed you’d resort to making medicine yourself, right...? That’s how it usually goes with me...” Natsume shook his head, pushing Tsumugi aside when he attempted to grab his arm and slow his ass down. “Why waste my limited materials to make medicine right now when when we can simply buy iT? BesidES, you know my potions are bitTER, Sora won’t drink theM.” Tsumugi blinked rapidly in confusion. Seriously? One of the reasons was because his potions were bitter? Strange, Tsumugi could recall hundreds of times he had been forced to drink Natsume’s concoctions, it didn’t seem fair that now Natsume was suddenly considerate of others feelings.
Out the door these two went, strolling down their neighborhood sidewalk. Thanks to plot convenience, there was actually a Walgreens nearby where they lived! Thank you, Happy Elements (god). Tsumugi walked quietly behind Natsume, looking around at the lively area where they lived. He looked back at Natsume, admiring his hair, it was nice. If only Natsume could just take a itty bitty look back in Tsumugi’s direction, that would be great too, his eyes were even better to look at. Oh, and the other parts of his face too...every part of his face comes together to create something stunning, a face incredibly befitting of an idol. God, Natsume was-
Ow ow FUCK my knee—
Tsumugi stumbled back when he was forced into reality via a foot to his kneecap. Groaning quietly in pain, he looked up to see Natsume, who now was looking at him with those aforementioned eyes of his. Damn.
”TsumuGI, watch where you’re goiNG. You almost stepped on me, y’knoW, and if you haD, I would have cursed you with deaTH.” Tsumugi wished he had the balls to roll his eyes in front of Natsume. He knew it was a bluff, if it wasn’t, he’d be dead by now. He didn’t want to make Natsume any more mad, though, so he raised his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, Natsume...I got distracted.” He muttered hastily. Natsume sighed and grabbed Tsumugi’s wrist, pulling him along the rest of the way.
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When they had finally arrived at Walgreens, Natsume looked around the store, letting go of Tsumugi’s wrist. “OkaY....MediCINE..” His eyes scanned the store, and eventually he found the designated section. Padding over there with Tsumugi, he rummaged through the shelves, looking for something that could work. Come to think of it, Natsume didn’t exactly plan what medicine to get, or even ask Sora how he felt. He decided that he was just gonna have to remember what he saw for himself. Sora looked quite nauseous, so that was a start. He thought for a bit longer, vomiting, he looked like he might’ve had a headache upon waking...Ok, then. Natsume picked out a bubblegum flavored medicine for nausea and such.
“TsumuGI.” Natsume tossed the small bottle over to the other boy, who examined it curiously, eyebrows furrowed. “Hm. Is that all...?” He asked. Natsume nodded. “YeaH.” The two then made their way to the front, purchasing the medicine without much fuss. Outside the store, Tsumugi secured the bottle in the plastic bag, tying it up with an unnecessary amount of knots. Natsume stood a small distance from Tsumugi, looking out at nothing in specific as he held his hands in his pockets, humming thoughtfully. Tsumugi got done messing with the back, skipping over to the other. “Natsume, shall we get going? Sora’s probably waiting.” Natsume’s eyes flicked over to Tsumugi, and they seemed to narrow slightly. However, he didn’t seem mad in any way. Natsume glanced around, before taking a few steps closer. His hand went up to Tsumugi’s collar so that he could pull his face down. Tsumugi blinked in confusion. “Natsume...?”
Natsume shushed Tsumugi with his free hand before sliding it down to rest on his chest. The hand on Tsumugi’s collar cupped his face, and Natsume leaned forward, pressing his lips against the other boy’s. Tsumugi tensed instantly, blushing. What? The fuck? Was he being kissed right now? Well, no duh he was being kissed, pretty obvious, but he mostly was wondering why? Tsumugi wasn’t exactly against this, however, so might as well enjoy it, right? Sure.. Actually paying attention to the situation, Tsumugi realized he was blushing really hard. Also, Natsume tasted like strawberries! Tsumugi vaguely remembered making something strawberry flavored yesterday.
When Natsume pulled away, he wiped the corner of his mouth, and Tsumugi noticed that there was a slight flush on his face, too. “Um...” Tsumugi shakily raised his hand to his own mouth, breathing softly into it. He attempted to form a sentence. “So...why’d you....?” Natsume looked away once more at nothing specifically, fidgeting with his collar. “You weren’t shitty todAY. I thought I should at least reward you in some waY, y’knoW. I thoughT, since you’ve been staring at me so mucH, you’d enjoy thiS. Am I correCT?” Natsume was now looking back at Tsumugi, cocking his head as he delivered a sly smirk. Tsumugi definitely wasn’t denying that, in fact, really kind of hoped this would be a regular occurrence. Like hell Natsume actually wanted to kiss him any more than once in a blue moon, though.
”AnywaY, don’t go thinking I enjoyed that, sometimes I just like being nicE. SometimeS.”
Such an obvious lie.
”I guess we should get going, then?” Tsumugi muttered, to which Natsume replied with a nod. “YeaH.”