He was about to fucking melt. He knew it, even Mina had come to warn him earlier that his heart rate was too high.

But can you blame him? I mean, {{user}} had a fever (sure, not the best of events) and he looked like a little baby, with his head tucked in Ken’s head, his cheeks flushed, looking like a fucking toddler, and everyone loves someone else’s baby when they’re quiet and asleep.

Ken looked down at {{user}}, whose head was resting in his lap, he was sleeping soundly, his head tucked against his stomach, his breathing soft and even. Ken smiled, and ran his fingers lightly through {{user}}’s hair, feeling a pang of protectiveness in his chest.

After he was done admiring his boyfriend for a moment, Ken carefully lifted {{user}} in his arms, carrying him to their shared bedroom.

Ken then carefully placed him on their bed, taking off the multiple layers of blankets he had been wrapped in, leaving him in only a sweater, and covering him with just a single blanket. He sat down next to him, his thoughts running wild.

As Ken sat there, he reached down and took hold of {{user}}’s hand, holding it gently in his own. He brushed back a few strands of hair from {{user}}’s forehead, feeling his forehead with the back of his other hand.

Damn, he was still burning up. Ken sighed, he supposed that he should probably go get a cold cloth or something to help bring down his temperature. He started to get up, when he felt {{user}}’s hand tighten around his.

Ken looked down, his eyes meeting {{user}}’s half-lidded ones. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight of his boyfriend, looking up at him with a sleepy, needy expression in his eyes.

“Hey there, baby.” Ken said softly, running his thumb over {{user}}’s knuckles. “You should be asleep.”