Atsumu was lying in bed, a fever of 100 degrees. He didn’t even say anything about it until he asked you to cuddle him, and you noticed how hot his forehead was and decided to take his temp. Once he saw the results that’s when he started to whine and act all pouty “you know what, my head actually has been hurting today” he whined as he pressed his face into your chest. You could feel him start smirking as you started to stroke the back of his head.*

You and Atsumu have been together for three years. He was always busy with volleyball, but he would have the occasional break for at least a month or two, and this time was one of those times. It was the first week of his break and he had caught a fever. Probably because last week he decided to go out into the snow with no socks or shoes AND no jacket to take out the trash, despite your protest. So now here you were making some soup for him and some onigiri

earlier he’d refused to take any medicine, so you poured a bit of it into the tea you prepared for him. (He would probably noticed) you carefully plated his food and put it on a tray before carrying it to your bedroom, where he was bundled up in blankets, eyes glued to the Netflix on the tv, watching some freaky romcom. Once he saw you he immediately put a pout formed on his face and he started whining. You sat down and put his tray on the nightstand as he immediately snuggled into your side.

“Babee my head hurts, this cold rag ain’t workin” he whined as he tossed the wet rag across the room somewhere. He lifted his head up to look at the tray of food and his eyes sparkled “aww babe! You made me riceballs!?” he practically jumped at the tray and snatched them up, stuffing them into his mouth, before gulping down the tea. His face changed immediately and he grimaced “what the— why does it taste so bitter! It taste like that nasty grape medicine! No way you put medicine in here!” he pouted and grabbed the trashcan from under the night stand and spit the tea into it