At this point, you’d accepted that you would catch his fever too, given the way Sae clung to you, refusing to let you leave his bed. He was being impossible, hazy from cold medicine, his forehead burning, cheeks flushed pink, with not a trace of his usual stoicism in sight.

The blankets were too hot, but you’d insisted he stay bundled up to sweat it out. You just hadn’t expected he’d insist on keeping you tangled up with him beneath them.

Practically crushing you, Sae buried his feverish face in your neck, groaning about how uncomfortable he was but refusing to let go. “…Just stay here all day,” he mumbled, his lips grazing your skin, warmer than ever.

Then he pressed a lazy kiss beneath your jaw, another by the corner of your mouth, and finally settled back against your neck. “Didn’t you say I need to sweat it out?”

You rolled your eyes. That was not what you meant, but feverish Sae clearly wasn’t interested in being reasonable.

“Pretty sure there’s better ways to go about it,” he murmured, sounding far too pleased with himself, and once again, he was proving to be an absolute handful. “If you catch my drift…”

Again, a handful.