Chuuya wanted to groan as he stared down at his work. He was finally at the last document of the day, but that didn't stop the feeling of wanting to slam his head against his desk. Thankfully, he's interrupted by his phone - his personal, non-work phone ringing. He eagerly picks it up and doesn't know whether to feel relieved or even more irritated at the sight of his husband's name popping up.

Sighing, he answers the phone. He was going to say something but is instantly interrupted by Osamu's very congested sounding voice. "Bubby, where's the pepto?" He asks, and Chuuya is immediately worried. One, Osamu is regressed. Two, he's willingly asking for medicine so he can take it.

"Osamu, hey. Do you feel sick, baby? You know the medicine cabinet is locked for a reason. I can come home right away and take care of you?" He proposes, and his baby eagerly agrees. That's why he's heading home early, documents be damned.

He opens the door and goes to the living room to find - yep. Osamu certainly looks sick. How did he miss this? He should've noticed before he even left for work this morning! Sighing, he approaches the little, who was curled up on the couch in comfy pj's and his favorite fish blanket.

"Hey, baby." He coos, kissing his forehead. It feels like he has a fever, which isn't unusual for Osamu. When he gets sick, he gets sick. His awful immune system means he gets sick easily and gets hit hard. That and his vertigo are not good mixes. Checking over him, Chuuya finds that Osamu's tummy must be giving him problems, too, being slightly bloated.

Osamu only seems half coherent right now, which means the first order of business is medicine and bringing down that fever. He wastes no time to give the little some pepto and a cold patch. Now he just waits with the little sitting on his lap, bouncing him with his knee because he knows motion can soothe Osamu easily, and puts on his baby's favorite show while the medicine starts kicking in.