Sick Cuddles

It wasn’t often that Ayase couldn’t show up to work. Kei glanced over at his phone, a message from his manager stating that Ayase wouldn’t be able to make it to their collab meeting today was still up on his screen. Worry gnawed on his gut as he thought of all the reasons why Ayase could’ve possibly missed work today. It had been a few months into their fake relationship, set up by their managers to increase their popularity. Since then their own intimacy had grown, even when the cameras were off and it was just the two of them. It thrilled Kei to get closer to Ayase, his stomach filled with butterflies everytime the other idol teased him or looked at him fondly. Kei flushed under his mask and sunglasses, tucking his phone back in his pocket as he approached the upscale apartment complex that he knew Ayase lived at. He hoped that the lust bun didn’t mind him suddenly dropping by, Kei couldn’t help but check up on them.

The Idol walked up to the buzzer system, located Ayase's apartment number and pressed the buzzer. A shrill buzz sounded before a pause. Kei shifted his feet waiting, a few beats passed before he heard Ayase's voice through the speaker.

“Who is it?” Ayase's voice sounded gruff and tired over the speaker. Kei pulled down his mask, leaning closer to the intercom

“Ayase? It's Kei, you missed work…I just wanted to check on you.” Kei hoped Ayase didn't find it odd that he hadn't just sent him a text. When it came to the other succubun, Kei's reasoning and sense often went out the window. 

The silence in reply didn't make Kei feel confident in his decision either, the seconds dragging on for what felt like hours, before the speaker let out a cheery beep and the gate was unlocked. He sighed in relief and made his way inside. 

Ayase's apartment complex was nice, an elevator with a sleek interior greeted him when he stepped in it. His trip up to the correct floor was accompanied by soft classical music. The either thing reeked of casual luxury. Though it was Kei's first time visiting Ayase, it wasn't surprising to him that they lived in such a place. 

When the elevator dinged to announce his arrival, Kei stepped out and made his way over to Ayase's apartment. He stared at the door for a few moments, trying to work his nerves up to actually knocking. The thought of being in Ayase's apartment, his crush's house, made his hands sweat and his heart pound. He took a few deep breaths before raising his hand to knock.

Though it never got to connect, as the door opened before he even got the chance. Kei was greeted with a very disheveled Ayase. His long blue hair was messy and fizzed, he wore a pair of baggy sleep pants, with a black t-shirt that hugged his chest but had obvious sweat stains around the collar. Kei stared in shock, Ayase was never anything less than perfectly put together at all times. 

“Took you long enough.” Ayase grumbled before grabbing Kei's arm and pulling him in. The idol was in a daze as he heard the click behind him, still processing Ayase’s appearance. Heat pressed against his side snapped him out of it. 

Ayase had himself completely pressed against him, head resting against his shoulder and arms wrapped around his. Kei felt his face flush,

“A-Ayase?” His surprise made him stutter over their name. Ayase let out a huff in response and squeezed himself tighter to Kei's side. 

“ ‘m tired and cold. You're warm.” was all the explanation he got. Kei furrowed his brow, sliding his sunglasses off with his free hand to get a better look at the other. Ayase's face was flushed, he seemed like he was barely standing on his feet, sweat beading on his forehead yet he claimed he was cold. It finally clicked what was wrong– Ayase was sick. Kei slid his hand under the other's bangs to feel his forehead, finding it burning hot. 

He moved to support Ayase more firmly (which happened to be a hug), taking more of the other man's weight. Ayase sunk into the embrace happily. 

“Ayase you're burning up. Why are you out of bed? and why didn't you tell your agent that you're sick?” Kei questioned, lowering his voice to something a bit more soothing incase Ayase had a headache. 

“Didn't want ‘em here. Wanted you to come.” Ayase mumbled into Kei’s shirt, almost nuzzling their face against him. The blush that had faded from his face came back in full force. Even if it was just because of the sickness, Ayase was adorable and more open. 

Kei huffed softly, turning to pull Ayase even tighter to his side, supporting him as he started to walk further into the apartment. He wandered with Ayase grumbling softly the entire time, trying to find their bedroom. At the end of the hall through an open door was Ayase’s room, his imps curled on the bed barely looking up from their napping state when they entered. Kei shuffled them over to the bed, gently laying Ayase down. He was surprised when he tried to pull back, that the other idol’s arms had migrated from his waist to around his neck, preventing him from pulling away. Instead Ayase was actively pulling Kei down on the bed with him, with a shocking amount of strength for a sick person.

“Ayase?” Kei practically yelped as Ayase finally managed to yank him down next to him on the bed. Kei felt his face was on fire, his face next to Ayase’s on the pillow. He could feel Ayase’s breath fan across his neck at this distance which caused a delighted shiver down his spine.

“Nap with me?” Ayase’s voice asked quietly, vulnerable in the face of possible rejection. Kei felt his heart tremble at the offering that Ayase wanted him to be with when he was so weak. He knew how much Ayase took care of his body, his health. Their jobs meant the world to him and his body was a key to his success. Kei tentatively soothed a hand through the other lust bun’s hair. He knew he needed to tell Ayase’s agent of his condition, needed to get Ayase some meds and something to eat. His mind drifted to all the things he needed to do to care for his partner, but for now he closed his eyes and rested with them.