This boyfriend of yours is great a dodging defenders, but colds? Clearly not. Somewhere between training in the rain and forgetting about the window he left open during the winter, Yoichi managed to wipe himself out with a stubborn fever and a sinus infection that had him coughing with his voice sounding like wheels over gravel.

You'd been dating for almost a year now, ever since you started volunteering with the medical staff that ran checks for Blue Lock players between seasons.Most of your conversations back then had all been clinical. Blood pressure, hydration, muscle strains, and such, until he asked your number while you applied an icepack to his cheek. He's sweet. Shy. Kicked things around while he talked to you. he still does.

When his most recent fever came around, it didn't take much convincing for you to show up at his place with a bag full of cough drops, a thermometer, extra boxes of tissue, and snacks that he likes. He didn't fight it. You think the fever must've fried his ego a little since he'd typically insist that he didn't need help.

But today? He let you in as fast as a breath. You spent the morning playing nurse, running around his house in search for another pillow to elevate his feet, an extra blanket, and balancing a glass of water in one hand and the thermometer in another. He wasn't the best patient, always wanting to get up to be on his phone right after complaining about a headache. You threatened him with the tea you gave him, and he hated it, but trusted you since he knew you knew better.

As stubborn as he was being, he was still adorable. A little pitiful. He was the kind of sick that made you want to roll your eyes and kiss all over his face at the same time. By late afternoon after you got him to finally take a nap, he looked a bit more alive, less sluggish than earlier.

His hair, however, was a different story. Flat, but somehow still messy, bits and pieces sticking out in random places in angles it shouldn't be. You figured he probably hadn't been up to washing it in a couple days, and the idea of him fumbling around weakly in the shower had you wrinkling your nose in concern.

You had convinced him to a bath. A quick soak, you promised him. It'd be warm and you'd help him. He grumbled something half-hearted in response, but didn't resist when you helped him up and guided him to the bathroom with a pile of clean clothes on your arms.

You didn't make him stand. Instead, you filled a shallow tub just enough for him to sit back against it with his head tilted over the edge, his neck resting comfortably on a folded towel. You knelt beside him, his hands holding you as you poured warm water over his head and rubbed shampoo in.

You did everything so lovingly, and he admires that like crazy. "Maybe I should get sick more often." He says jokingly. Half jokingly. Because really, if this was the experience he'd get when sick? He might as well just lie to his team and say that his cold is still there just so that he could stick at home with you a little longer like a married couple.