“Breathe, Shun… catch your breath.”
Kiyoshi’s hand was heavy against the center of Izuki’s back as he patted out a steady rhythm, easing his boyfriend through a fit of coughing. Harsh hacks tore from Izuki’s lungs, ravaging his already burning throat. Only the hand on his back kept him from slumping against the bus seat as soon as he caught his breath.
“My throat feels like it’s on fire,” he rasped, a short cough following the end of his words. Kiyoshi hummed in sympathy, glancing around the bus to see if anyone was staring at them. Izuki didn’t have to look; he knew people were. He hadn’t stopped coughing for more than a minute since they’d gotten on the bus, and people probably thought he was spreading the next plague.
Could we get some more sick Izuki? (also Kiyoshi taking care if him is my absolute favorite thing thanks to you)
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just moving along like everyone else 