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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 2 years

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can you do a suna sickfic where he’s just nauseated ( no puke if that’s alright,) and Osamu as his caretaker, have a lovely day and your work is excellent!

Feeling Icky: an SunaOsa Fic

Pairing: sick Rin, caretaker Osamu

Word Count: 1,928

Warnings: nausea

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Slowly working through requests! This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally finished it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best work. I had trouble figuring out the scenario that I wanted. I hope it’s what you wanted! Thank you for the request and thank you for your patience <3

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“Samu, I’m home,” Rin called when he stepped into his apartment. He walked into the kitchen to find his boyfriend with his back to him, facing the stove and making dinner. He was already dressed down, a pair of sweatpants sitting low on his hips and a faded, stretched out, Inarizaki t-shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders. On his feet, he was wearing fuzzy fox socks. Atsumu had a matching pair.

“Hey, babe. I’m makin’ ramen tonight, s’that okay? Just didn’t feel like gettin’ too fancy.”

Rin walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Osamu’s waist and placed his chin on his shoulder. Osamu turned his head briefly to peck Rin’s cheek and went back to cooking.

“Mhm. That’s fine,” Rin replied. Truth be told, he wasn’t up for anything too fancy anyway. The regular season for the V. League was starting up and EJP was working harder than ever. Truth be told, he was pretty stressed out. All the muscles on his body were sore and his mind was a little hazy and slow. Even his stomach felt just the slightest bit off.

“How was practice?”

“Brutal. These two-a-days are exhausting. Coach has us doing a lot of conditioning too,” Rin sighed.

“Ah,” Osamu chuckled, “yer favorite.”

Rin snorted, but didn’t say anything more. He watched as Osamu expertly cut up vegetables and took the time to savor the way he could feel his shoulders and back muscles working as he did so.

“Go take a shower. Food should be done by the time yer out,” Osamu said softly. He brought a hand up and ran it through Rin’s hair briefly.

“Why? Do I smell bad or something?” he teased, leaning into the caress.

“Yeah, actually. Ya smell like shit and yer gonna stink up my food,” Osamu said without any bite.

“Alright, alright. If you insist,” he said dramatically. He pecked Osamu’s cheek and left him to his cooking.

The shower felt so good on his sore, overworked muscles that Rin almost cried. The steam cleared away some of the foggy exhaustion in his brain. Time passed slowly and he didn’t realize how long he was in there until Osamu peeked his head in the bathroom to tell him that dinner was ready and he had to get out.

When he finally turned off the shower and stepped out, fog was swirling around the small room. The humidity in the room made him feel sticky and uncomfortable, rendering his shower useless. He opened the door and cool air rushed into the room. The sudden change in temperature made black spots dance in his vision. He leaned against the wall and waited for the vertigo to pass.

Ten minutes later, he padded over to the couch wearing his favorite sweatpants, fluffy socks, and an old t-shirt, a towel still over his head. He plopped down beside Osamu, who handed him a bowl and turned on the TV. Rin stared at the food and frowned.

It looked delicious. Osamu was always good at making a “simple ramen dish” seem much fancier than it actually was. The problem was that Rin’s earlier bout of dizziness left him with uneasy feeling in his stomach.

He felt empty, but not in a good way. In the way that there’s too much air in your stomach, but you know if you try to relive it in any way, it’ll probably feel worse before it feels better. Food could help; maybe he was just hungry. He hadn’t eaten in about 6 hours, so that would make sense.

Knowing this didn’t make the food anymore enticing.

Regardless, he forced himself to eat. It would do neither him, Osamu, nor his team any good if he didn’t eat.

About half-way through the dish, the empty feeling in his stomach went away, replaced instead with the feeling of being too full. He leaned his head back on the couch and sighed.

“Everything okay, babe?” Osamu asked. Rin looked at him and found that he was still looking at the TV. His bowl was empty.

“Yeah. Just full,” Rin told him. At that, Osamu looked at the bowl in Rin’s lap and then up at him. He frowned and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Was it too heavy?” he asked.

“No, no. I’ve been feeling off since I got home.”

In a split second, Osamu’s hand was on Rin’s forehead. His frown deepened.

“Ya don’t seem to have a fever. What’s wrong?”

Rin smiled lazily at him. Leave it to Osamu to go full Mom Mode at the first mention of Rin feeling bad.

“I think I’m just tired and stressed. Coach has been pushing us really hard to get ready for the regular season.”

Osamu nodded and his mouth pulled to the side.

“Alright. Just eat what ya can and lemme know if ya start feelin’ worse.”

Rin nodded and Osamu kissed his forehead before turning back to the TV.

He choked down a few more bites before he felt like the back of his throat was closing off.

He put the bowl down on the coffee table. Then, groaning, he shifted and placed his head on Osamu’s shoulder. Osamu pulled Rin into his side immediately.

For the next hour or so, Rin tried valiantly to ignore the building nausea in his swirling stomach. But whatever was on the TV was of little interest to him, and so his mind wandered. He thought about the upcoming matches his team had and how sore he was and how much he didn’t want to do any more conditioning. The whole time, the nausea increased steadily. It only served to make him more nervous, because if he was sick, he couldn’t go to practice at all.

Finally, he had enough and he sat up quickly and put his head in his hands and moaned.

“Rin?”

“I don’t feel good,” he all but whined.

Osamu’s warm hand was on his back instantly. The circles he was rubbing between Rin’s tense shoulder blades soothed his mind, but aggravated his stomach.

“What’s going on, baby?”

Rin didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t want Osamu to know that he was being taken down bit by bit by a sport he’s played his whole life and his own stupid brain.

“My stomach hurts,” was all he said. Osamu clicked his tongue. Rin felt the tug on his shoulder and then he was being pulled into Osamu’s chest. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and buried his face into Osamu’s warm chest.

“Do ya think yer gonna throw up?” He asked, playing with the hair at the nape of Rin’s neck.

Rin shook his head and pouted. “I just feel icky.”

Osamu muffled a laugh at Rin’s child-like declaration, which only made Rin pout further.

“Samu,” he whined, “don’t laugh at me.”

Osamu giggled again, but squeezed Rin a little tighter to his chest and nuzzled his nose into the top of Rin’s head.

“I’m sorry, baby. What can I do?”

“I don’t know,” Rin said into Osamu’s chest. “Can we just sit here for a while?”

Rin felt Osamu’s chest heave with a sigh. “Sure, baby. That’s fine.” His fingers moved through Rin’s hair gently.

Twenty minutes later, Rin had shifted to laying on Osamu’s lap, his face buried in his boyfriend’s stomach. His stomach didn’t feel any better and his head was starting to hurt. It was becoming increasingly annoying.

His stomach rolled, he squeezed Osamu’s waist and whine. Osamu sighed, clearly over Rin’s constant shifting and whining.

“Alright. Lemme up,” Osamu said. He softly patted Rin’s back. Rin pouted into his stomach.

“No, you’re comfy,” he replied. Osamu scoffed. Rin could practically feel his boyfriend’s exaggerated eye roll.

“I’m coming back. I was gonna get ya some tea and stomach relaxers. I can’t stand seein’ ya so uncomfortable.” He said it gently. Rin looked up at him. A small, concerned frown sat on his lips. Rin’s pout deepened, but he sat up anyway. His stomach groaned and he winced and curled in on himself.

“Geez. Are ya sure we shouldn’t go to a doctor?” Osamu asked. He rubbed his back as Rin breathed through the nausea. When it settled some, he shook his head.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt like that. It’s just unpleasant.”

“Do ya think yer gonna throw up now?”

Rin sighed and leaned back on the couch again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” Osamu said quietly. There was another kiss to Rin’s forehead and then he heard retreating footsteps.

The pressure in his stomach spiked and he groaned and placed a hand on his belly. If he could sleep, that would be wonderful. Then, he’d wake up in the morning and feel fine and everything would be okay. That normally worked.

Tonight, his body disagreed with that. His stomach was tight and grumbly and even though he was exhausted, he couldn’t ignore it enough to fall asleep.

“Hey, sit up,” Osamu’s gentle voice said from beside him. Rin opened his eyes and saw his amazing beautiful boyfriend sitting beside him with a steaming mug and a handful of Tums.

Rin curled his lip, the thought of putting anything in his stomach absolutely revolting, but took the Tums nonetheless. He choked down the chalky pills and then Osamu handed him the tea.

The warmth from the mug spread up his arms and he shivered. Steam danced in his face and the smell of peppermint tickled his nose. He took a sip of the tea and the warmth spread out from his chest and the mint calmed his troubled tummy, if only slightly.

He exhaled slowly.

When he met Osamu’s eyes again, his boyfriend was still frowning.

“I’m fine, Samu. Really. Just overworked and anxious.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better, Rintaro.”

Rin winced at his full name.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Osamu’s face fell.

“Ya don’t gotta apologize.” He caressed Rin’s face, his thumb moving rhythmically across his cheek bone. Rin sighed and closed his eyes.

“Do ya wanna talk about it?” Osamu asked quietly. Rin opened his eyes and offered him a lopsided smile.

Rin shook his head. “There’s not much to talk about. Just a lot going on and I’m tired.”

“Alright. Well I’m here.”

Rin’s heart swelled. Osamu was his favorite person.

“I know.” Rin fell back against the couch and looked at Osamu expectedly. Osamu rolled his eyes and settled back into his spot. Rin curled into his side, his tea still secure in his head.

“Do ya feel better at all?”

Rin shook his head. Sure, when he sipped the tea the nausea temporarily faded, but it was still pushing into his chest uncomfortably.

“Okay. Do ya wanna go to bed?”

Rin shook his head again.

“Okay.”

With that, Osamu pushed Rin off of him and shifted to lay down on the couch, his body as close to the back of the couch as possible. He patted the space in front of him. Rin smiled gently and put his tea on the coffee table. He settled himself into the space, laying his head on Osamu’s chest. Once again, he was pulled in close to his boyfriend’s body.

“I’ll try and find a movie and we can just sit here, kay? I already put the leftovers away and I’ll do the dishes in the morning. Just relax. Lemme know if ya feel worse.”

“I love you.” Rin said quietly. Osamu smiled and leaned his face down to kiss Rin.

“I love you too.”

#haikyuu sickfics #haikyuu sickfic #miya osamu #suna rintarou #sick Suna #caretaker osamu #sunaosa #my fics #nausea #fluff #comfort

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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Sick Akaashi & Caretaker Bokuto Headcanons!!

Bc they’re my faves & I love them.

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Hello! I’m back for a little. Thank you for your patience as I work through my personal issues!! I can’t guarantee that I’m back back, but I felt like writing this, so I took the feeling and ran.

I didn’t plan for this to inspire me to write a fic, but honestly it really did so you’ll probably get a fic that’s like this.

Anyway...here ya go!!

TW: bokuaka fluff & mentions of vomiting, nausea, and headache

The thing about their relationship (and it’s always freaked everyone out) is that they just know how to take care of each other. Neither of them has to say what they need. The other just knows. It’s not like they can’t take care of themselves; if the other isn’t around, the problem still get solved, but resolution comes a lot quicker and with a lot more comfort if they help each other out because they almost just force each other to do what needs to be done without any run around.

This comes in handy particularly when Akaashi is sick. While Bokuto is pretty vocal about when he’s not feeling well, Akaashi tries to keep to himself. He’s not trying to hide it. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s sick. He just knows his patience is running thin aand he’s just trying to keep from hurting anyone’s feelings.

Bc I feel like while Akaashi’s generally very quiet, he’s subtly chaotic. He’s the kind of guy that always quietly says things that make people stop and go “wtf?” And sometimes that means he’s whispering chaotic and idiotic ideas to others to try and get them to do something crazy.

But when he’s not feeling well, he kind of retreats into himself because his filter disappears and the normally fun, teasing comments may come out meaner and harsher than he means them. He still does what he needs to do and responds to things when appropriate, and he doesn’t make a big fuss, but he’s subdued. Mostly because he knows he has less control of his brain and tongue, and doesn’t want to worry about his normal sarcastic comments coming out more viscously than normal.

For a while, he didn’t think anyone noticed. After all, he’s a calm, quiet person anyway. It couldn’t be that different. But not his team. The team notices the lack of sarcastic, fire-starting comments, and they just know that something is wrong, even if their setter looks otherwise normal.

They all try to figure out what’s wrong in round about ways, but Akaashi just laughs quietly, or responds with a straight forward answer, so eventually they just give up. Eventually, Bokuto—the only person who’s strangely left him alone all practice—calls him out on his weird behavior and just straight up asks him and Akaashi is so stunned, that he just admits that he’s not feeling well without hesitation. Bokuto scolds him for coming to practice, but asks him what’s wrong and somehow knows exactly how to take care of Akaashi respective to the answer he’s given.

If he has a headache, it’s almost certainly from tension and it starts in the back of his head and works it’s way to his jaw and cheekbones, which is why he doesn’t talk much. Bokuto makes him sit out the rest of practice and has Yukie give him one of her famous shoulder massages to ease the tension out of his wound up body.

If he has a fever, he’s probably colder than usual and his patience a little thin, so he just bites his tongue when people talk to him so he doesn’t snap at them unnecessarily. He hates being cold and hates how his limbs ache and his head is foggy and how he has no energy, so he knows if he speaks it’ll be more sarcastic than normal and with more venom than needed. Bokuto makes him call his mom to come pick him up and forces him to go sit in the club room where it’s quiet and he can bundle up in other people’s warm up jackets while he waits.

If Akaashi is nauseous, it’s a little trickier. If it’s just simple nausea, with no other symptoms, Bokuto can usually just get him to sit out the rest of practice. But if he has a fever too, then things get dicey.

Akaashi doesn’t like throwing up, so he’s probably been trying to ignore the feeling. He probably hasn’t eaten more than what’s required of him to keep living. These two things together make for a very grumpy, very disheveled setter. Sure, he still tries to bite his tongue and remain normal, but the smallest thing could set him off and it would probably end up in whoever pissed him off in tears. Bokuto has to be a little more forward and a little more captain-like in this case. He’s comfortable enough with Akaashi to know that whatever insult comes out of his mouth is not sincere and he escorts the protesting setter outside in the fresh air and wraps him in a jacket and sits with him until the setter’s mom shows up. All the while, Akaashi grounds out sarcastic comments quietly while leaning into Bokuto and Bokuto just laughs and rubs his head.

The really really big issue is if Akaashi has a fever, a headache, and he’s nauseous to the point of thinking he may throw up. Bokuto really has to step in here. Akaashi isn’t stupid, so Bokuto knows that he wouldn’t have come to practice if he’d felt that bad all day, so it must have snuck up on him and he’s too dense to really diagnose himself as probably having the flu. It’s more evident to the team that he’s genuinely sick bc he’s pale and flushed and dazed. And angry. Not at anyone in particular, but at himself. Because he’s pale and flushed and dazed. And his arms and legs are sore for some reason he doesn’t understand and his head hurts, but it’s not his normal tension headache and everything is foggy and loud. Needless to say, his team stays away and waits for Bokuto to step in.

Bokuto tries to step in. He really does. But Akaashi isn’t as forthcoming about what’s wrong, so Bokuto doesn’t know what route to take. It’s not until he sees Akaashi suppressing tiny, breathy burps behind a hand that he knows what’s wrong. By that point, Akaashi is drained. He doesn’t want to be standing anymore. He doesn’t feel well at all and he just needs enough energy to tell someone what’s wrong and ask to leave, but he’s too afraid to open his mouth. That’s usually about the time Bokuto marches up to him and gently puts a hand on his cheek and frowns when he finds the fever there. Akaashi, relieved that someone has come to rescue him from his own stupidity, starts crying. Bokuto pulls him into a hug and lets him cry for a minute and tries to warm up his shivering body. Then he leads Akaashi outside the gym and into the club room, where they’ll wait together for the nausea to pass (or for him to puke) and then Bokuto calls Akaashi’s mom to come pick him up.

Akaashi doesn’t like throwing up, so if it comes to that, it’s bad. He resists and maybe he cries silently, but he obstinately refuses to even look at a bin or a bucket. He chokes down heaves and gags and whimpers and pants. Bokuto usually just sighs and tries to coax him into letting things happen, but Akaashi refuses, so Bokuto just makes sure that a bin is within arms reach of himself and waits for the inevitable.

When he finally does throw up, it’s seemingly without warning for the setter, but Bokuto is prepared and manages to get the bin under his chin just in time. Akaashi is pretty quiet, save for some gaspy breaths, airy hiccups, and the occasional wet burp. But unfortunately for him, he’s not really a one and done kind of guy. It usually takes him a few rounds before he gets everything up and by then, he’s so traumatized that he’s given up control and finally just lets Bokuto take care of him.

The routine doesn’t change much after they graduate. The year that Akaashi is still in high school and Bokuto isn’t there, someone usually tries to call or text him if Akaashi is being weird. If he can answer, he talks to Akaashi and whatever the problem is gets taken care of. It’s not like Akaashi needs Bokuto to tell him what to do. But Bokuto just kind of gives him the push he needs to do it.

When Akaashi graduates, he moves to Osaka and lives near the MSBY dorms and tries to take care of himself if he gets sick, but Bokuto somehow always knows, and is at Akaashi’s door as soon as he can get away from practice.

#sick akaashi #caretaker bokuto #haikyuu sickfics #sick Akaashi headcanon #bokuaka headcanon #akaashi headcanons #my headcanons #tw vomit #vomiting #fever #tension headaches #headaches #emeto tw

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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hi❕❕❕hope ur doing find and... dandy :^? lolol n e ways how r u feeling :)!!

Hi!! Sorry this is such a late reply.

I’m doing okay!! I’m working on some requests :) hope you’re doing well too!!

#personal #y’all are the best <3

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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so sorry about your mom. please take care of yourself, eat well, drink enough water, and get a good nights rest. try to fill you day with activities you love and you will get through this. mom is watching you🤎

Thank you so much for your kind words 💕 I’m slowly but surely adjusting. It’s always going to suck, but I’m sure overtime it will be easier.

I’m already doing a lot better! My motivation and excitement for things is building back up slowly but surely. There are still some things that are too hard to do and my social battery is running on like 50% power at all times (not that it ever really got past 75% before lol). But I’ve found that I want to do the things I haven’t done since she died (ie write, watch anime, sing).

Grief is very strange. But I’m excited to get back into writing in particular 💕

#personal #y’all are the best <3

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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Trope: Exhaustion

Whump doesn’t have to be difficult. It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be a classic, simple and sweet.

Exhaustion. That’s it. That’s all it is.

They’re exhausted. Not tired, no. Not eyes blinking too often, not sore muscles, not rubbing eyes and checking the time. No.

They’re exhausted. They can’t walk in a straight line. They have to physically force their eyes open after every blink. They have to constantly remind themselves to concentrate, to focus because if they drift for a second, they’ll fall.

Their muscles aren’t sore, aren’t aching, they’re trembling. Their fingers won’t stop shaking but with enough determination they can close them into fists. Neither leg can take their weight but if they switch between the two, they can last longer. They grip the wall, the railing, anything because balance deserted them a long time ago and gravity is winning the war.

Their vision is blurry. It is disorienting, focus too much or not at all. It wavers in and out - into darkness, into staring at the sky - before sluggish thought processes sound the alarm, as they jerk awake, as they straighten before they fall.

Their head is killing them. It feels like someone has taken a hammer to the side of their skull, like the drum beats with every step they take. Understanding words is physically painful. Responding is agonizing. The light is too bright, it burns their eyes but they can’t close them. The sounds are too loud but they have to hear them because their job isn’t over yet.

They’re moving slower than everyone else. More cautiously, because their fingers miss the first three times, because their head spins every time they stand, because there’s a lag between what they want to do and actually doing it.

The pain washes everything they see, taints everything they hear. They feel like they’re fighting through jelly, trying so so hard to move.

Maybe someone notices, tries to stop them, tries to convince them to take a break. Maybe they do.

Maybe they don’t, maybe they insist they’re fine, they get up and keep moving because the job’s not over, the fight’s not won, and a trembling pair of hands is better than none.

Maybe no one notices. Not until they reach the limit - because exhaustion always has a limit, because you can only push the human body for so long before it shuts off. Maybe it’s as soon as they’ve won - eyes closing in relief and legs crumbling, blackness washing over with the comforting warmth of satisfaction. Maybe it’s in the middle of the fight - something is the straw that breaks the camel’s back and they crumple at the worst possible moment, swift and sudden like a puppet with its strings cut.

After all, you can sleep when you’re dead.

#soft whump #exhaustion #whump prompt

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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announcement

So this may be TMI and I’m sorry if I trigger someone, but my mom passed away suddenly last Sunday.

She’d been sick for a while, but it was still unexpected. To put it simply, we thought that she was getting better.

My family and I are doing okay and honestly, I want to write because it makes me feel better, but I wanted to let y’all know so that you knew why I was kinda MIA and might be slower than usual (which is saying something cause its not like I’m fast lmao).

I will absolutely still be taking requests and I have several in my inbox to occupy my time as well.

Thank you everyone who has stuck around while I’ve been gone and thank you everyone for your continued support. I really do appreciate my few followers here.

#annoucement #elle speaks #sad post #tw family death

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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I’m writing a OsaSuna fic where Suna has chronic headaches and I am very much projecting my own problems onto poor Suna and I think in doing so I inadvertently gave the universe permission to give me one the worst tension headaches that I’ve had in like two months so that’s fun for me 🥲

#elle speaks #small rant #i have a headache #tension headaches

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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hi! you've been unactive for a while, how ya doing (((:!!!

Hi!! Thank you for asking :)

I’m good!! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long! BUT! Life has finally slowed down and I’m taking some time to chill and relax and catch up on sleep.

Honestly, I’m excited to have time to write again!! I’ve got some WIPs for both this blog and some non-sickfic stuff. I’m hype to post them 🥳 thanks again for checking in 💕

#elle speaks #y’all are the best <3

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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Good luck with your exam!! You got this! ^^

Thank you :’) you’re too kind ily 💕

#elle speaks #y’all are the best <3

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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Hello friends!!

Sorry for being MIA. I’ll be back in roughly a month! I have a big exam coming up, and that coupled with work is keeping me pretty occupied.

I am still taking requests. Just be aware that it may take a while for them to get answered :) thanks y’all!!

#elle speaks #update #annoucement

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 3 years

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That last fic was really sweet! Would you possibly be willing to do a continuation with BokuAka and KageHina perspectives? x

Why So Mean?

Pairing: sick Kageyama, caretaker Hinata

Word Count: 5,625

Warnings: vomiting, swearing, meanie kageyama :(

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Hello hello! Long time no see :)

ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY I WILL DO THIS. You and another asked for this and I’m SO HYPE ABOUT IT. So thank you!! I’ll answer the other ask with the Akaashi part :)

My timeline w the Kuroo chapter (& most likely the Akaashi one once it’s fully written) do not line up with this one at all. Please just ignore that and pretend it all makes sense. Thank you much appreciated.

If you prefer reading on ao3, check it out here!

Kuroo Part

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Kageyama was being a jerk today.

Well...a bigger jerk than normal anyway.

Things were fine up until about the middle of afternoon practice. In fact, Kageyama was almost unnervingly nice to Hinata until that afternoon.

When Hinata woke him up, he didn’t grumble or swear at him (he was almost pleasant!). He pecked the top of Hinata’s head in a cute sleepy haze on his way to the bathroom (PDA? Even with the risk of someone catching them?!). He even let Hinata pick off his plate at breakfast (without smacking his hand away or swearing!).

However, something must have set his boyfriend off. He was being cold, ignoring Hinata’s complaints and questions. He was almost completely silent while they were playing. It was freaking Hinata out.

During their practice matches, Kageyama was consistently flawless as usual, Hinata was really on his game, and the other spikers were in good form as well. His foul mood couldn’t be because they weren’t playing well.

It also couldn’t be because anyone picked a fight with him either. Kageyama got along with most of the players at these training camps. He even did serve practice with some players from Shinzen and Ubugawa last night when Hinata went to practice with Bokuto and Kuroo.

So when Hinata couldn’t figure it out himself, he marched up to Kageyama during a water break and demanded to know what was wrong.

“Hey! What’s up with you today?”

“Hah?” Kageyama asked sharply, glaring down at Hinata.

“You’ve been really quiet for the last two hours and you’re being a butthead right now!” Hinata snapped back. He wasn’t backing down when he knew he was right. He knew something was bothering Kageyama. He just had to find out what it was and then he could try and make things better for him.

Kageyama blinked at him for a few seconds before his face melted into a deeper-than-normal- scowl. It was more...confused than angry though. Hinata thought that he was about to relent and finally tell him what was wrong.

Instead he scoffed and walked away.

Hinata’s jaw dropped as he watched his boyfriend walk away. How dare he?

He clenched his fists and scoffed as well.

For the rest of their practice matches, Hinata and Kageyama avoided any non-volleyball related interactions. However, by the end of their last game, Kageyama looked so pitiful that Hinata couldn’t find it in himself to be angry anymore.

Instead, he sat beside Kageyama who plopped himself heavily onto the floor as soon as they finished their penalty lap. He was leaning against the wall, panting.

Hinata turned his head to observe him. He was sweaty and breathless as to be expected. Hinata was also trying to catch his breath and wipe away the sweat before it dripped in his eyes. What was unexpected was the pale tint to his skin, probably barely noticeable to other people. But Hinata, who spent an exorbitant amount of time studying Kageyama’s face, noticed.

His eyes scanned Kageyama’s face and saw the near imperceptible blush rising to his cheeks as well. Was it from the running? Or…

Hinata’s hand moved towards Kageyama’s forehead but before he could touch it, Kageyama’s hand slapped it away.

“Ow! What the heck? That hurt, Yama!” Hinata cradled his hand against his chest.

“What are you doing, dumbass?” Kageyama snapped. Hinata took a moment to be utterly flabbergasted at the malice laced in the reply. It felt unwarranted, given that Hinata was a) his boyfriend and b) just trying to help.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re being such a freakin’ asshole today, Jerkyama,” he narrowed his eyes and glared up at Kageyama. The setter’s lip curled and he clicked his tongue.

“I don’t know why you’re so in my fucking face today, idiot,” Kageyama spit back so venomously that Hinata almost instinctively recoiled.

“Cause I know something is wrong and I don’t know why you’re hiding it from me!” Hinata yelled back. What the fuck was his problem?

Hinata could feel the eyes of his teammates on them now, probably wondering what was causing their dynamic duo to fight this time. Thankfully, they kept their distance. He knew they’d step in if they needed to, but he and Kageyama have gotten a lot better at resolving things themselves. (And that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they are secretly dating. Nope.)

“I don’t have to tell you everything. You’re not my mom,” Kageyama shrugged sharply. “Just back off okay? Fuck. You’re so clingy. Let me breathe,” he exhaled and turned his head away again.

The words cut through Hinata’s chest painfully. He gaped at Kageyama for a moment before standing up quickly and glaring down at Kageyama.

“Fine. What the fuck ever, Shitty-yama. I don’t know what crawled up your ass today, but I’m sorry for caring. Come find me when you’ve got your shit together and you’re ready to be my boyfriend again,” Hinata seethed and walked away.

If Kageyama was going to be such a jerk, he would go practice with Kuroo and them again until Kageyama decided to not be a dick.

“Hinata,” Suga called out to him. Hinata inhaled and slowly turned to face his upperclassmen.

“Yeah?” He asked as calmly and normally as possible.

“Is everything alright? Looked like things got pretty intense. You guys haven’t fought like that in a while,” Suga asked and put a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. He squeezed, eyes wide and a concerned frown on his face and Hinata’s anger melted. They hadn’t officially come out as a couple to the team or anything yet, but it’s not like the team didn’t know how close the two were recently. Even if they believed it was only as friends.

“Yeah,” he huffed, “I don’t know. Something’s bothering him, but he won’t tell me. I almost thought for a second that he might be sick, but if he has enough energy to be such a huge buttwad, then that’s probably not what it is.” Suga nodded in understanding.

“Want me to keep an eye on him?”

Hinata peered over Suga’s shoulder to where Kageyama was still sitting. Yachi was sitting facing him on her knees, clearly trying to get him to talk to her. If he was responding, Hinata couldn’t tell. Kageyama’s knees held his knees to his chest, his head resting loosely on his arms. He was about to say yes, absolutely, please, until he remembered that they were just friends in the eyes of the team and he therefore had no reason to be as concerned as he was.

“Uh pft, what?” he tried to cover, “if you want--I mean--I don’t care--it’s not like we’re dating or anything. If he wants to be an idiot, that’s his problem.” Suga raised his eyebrows at him.

“I’ll have him practice setter switches with me then,” Suga said with a soft smile.

“Okay. If you want to… it might help him...,” Hinata replied, grateful that Suga wasn’t questioning his weird reaction. Suga ruffled his hair before prancing over to the rest of the team to coerce them into more practice.

Hinata inhaled slowly and exhaled away his frustration. Then he turned and skipped over to where Kenma and Kuroo were chatting quietly.

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata called and ran up to them, “are we practicing again today?? I want you to show me that cool wha-BAM block again!!” He jumped up and attempted to imitate Kuroo’s cool kill block.

“Shoyo, Kuro was actually just saying that he was—“ Kenma started. Hinata thought that Kenma almost looked worried about something? Kuroo cut him off before Hinata could figure it out.

“On my way to look for you Chib-chan!”

Hinata grinned at him. He loved practicing with such amazing players. He learned so much and it was a sure way to take his mind off his grumpy boyfriend for a few hours. Hopefully, by the time they met up for dinner, Kageyama would be in a less crappy mood.

“Let’s go grab something to eat and then we’ll round up the others,” Kuroo told him and Hinata nodded and ran off. Now that he knew Kuroo was coming, he should convince Tsukishima to join.

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Extra practice was absolutely not going the way Hinata thought it would. In fact, it only reminded him about how completely useless he was trying to help Kageyama earlier that day. He was still completely useless. Tsukishima already yelled at him and Lev to be quiet.

“You’ve got a fever,” Akaashi said and Hinata’s anxiety spiked. Maybe Kageyama was sick after all. He might’ve caught whatever Kuroo had. And Hinata was such an asshole to him. He would have to apologize after they took care of the current situation.

Hinata watched helplessly as his upperclassmen slowly broke down, trying without success to think of some way to help. Akaashi and Bokuto seemed to have it covered, but Hinata was tired of feeling useless.

When Lev mentioned Kenma, Hinata was more than happy to retrieve the setter. He knew exactly where he should be too.

“Kenma!” Hinata yelled breathlessly as he entered the Nekoma sleeping quarters. He scanned the room for the familiar brown-blonde hair, ignoring the curious eyes of the other Nekoma members in the room. Kenma was nowhere to be found. He locked eyes with Inuoka who blinked at him in shock.

“Hinata? Is everything okay?” He stood up and crossed the room.

“Uh,” Hinata quieted down a little, he wasn’t stupid enough to blurt out the situation. That might only cause panic. “Kuroo-san is sick and I came to get Kenma.” Inuoka’s eyes widened.

“It hit Kuroo-san? Already? Damn,” Inuoka sighed, putting a hand on his forehead.

“What are you talking about?” Hinata asked.

“A few players from Shinzen and Ubugawa got a stomach bug. They just told Nobuyuki-san. He went to go talk with the rest of the captains and vice-captains about what to do. He took Yaku-san and they figured they’d just tell Kuroo when he got back. I guess he knows…” Inuoka explained and Hinata’s stomach dropped to his feet. Kageyama practiced with a bunch of Shinzen and Ubugawa players last night, so he most definitely was sick. Shit.

He wanted to run to find his boyfriend, but he had a job to do right now. He trusted his team to take care of things until he could find Kenma.

“Where’s Kenma?” Hinata pressed.

“He’s in the shower,” Inuoka said and Hinata cursed.

“Okay. Thanks, Inuoka!” he called as he sprinted towards the bathrooms.

Kenma was very unhappy with Hinata when he burst into the bathroom shouting his name and throwing the curtain open. After he explained the situation with Kuroo though, Kenma sighed and said he’d be right out. Hinata waited impatiently outside the bathroom for Kenma to finish. When Kenma emerged from the bathroom with his hair tied back and dripping and his Snorlax slippers adorning his feet, Hinata quickly led him to Gym Three.

“Kuroo- san! I found Kenma!” Hinata yelled as soon as they got there. Kenma immediately went over and took Akaashi’s place beside Kuroo.

Hinata watched for a little while, but when Kuroo started gagging more he remembered that his own boyfriend might be in a similar situation.

“Uh, I’m gonna—I’m gonna go,” he stuttered and ran out of the gym to find Kageyama.

He had no idea where his boyfriend might be at this point. Was he even sick? Was he angry at Hinata? If he was sick, would he still be in the gym anyway? It wouldn’t be surprising at all if he blatantly lied about being sick in order to keep practicing.

“Hinata!” Kiyoko ran up to him, “there you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you. I ran to Gym Three earlier, but as soon as I saw the situation and that you weren’t there, I just left. Please come with me,” she said quickly and turned back the direction she came from.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. Kiyoko looking for him so urgently couldn’t be anything good. She shook her head.

“Kageyama almost passed out while he and Sugawara were practicing, but he refuses to leave the gym.” Hinata’s chest squeezed. He was right. Kageyama was sick.

“What a freaking idiot,” he said, picking up his pace a little.

When he got to the gym, Kageyama was standing on the court, swaying on his feet. Yachi was hesitantly tossing balls up for him to set. Before each one, she tried to say something about how Kageyama should sit down, but Kageyama cut her off with a glare. Asahi, Yamaguchi, and Kinnoshita were all practicing half-heartedly, keeping an eye on their stubborn setter. Noya was the only one who looked angry. Hinata imagined that he tried to get Kageyama to leave and was quickly shut down.

“Where are Daichi and Suga?” Hinata asked Kiyoko. She shrugged.

“They were called away for some captain’s meeting.” Hinata nodded.

“Shinzen and Ubugawa players have a stomach bug. It’s probably about that.” Kiyoko’s eyes widened and she shot an anxious look in Kageyama’s direction. Hinata grimaced and steeled himself.

“Hey! Bakayama!” Hinata shouted and the ball Yachi tossed fell to the ground untouched. Kageyama turned to him and Hinata gasped.

He was paler than earlier, almost ashen, and positively dripping in sweat. Hinata’s feet carried him over to his idiotic boyfriend and he immediately cupped his flushed cheeks. His fever was immediately evident. Kageyama registered the movement a little too slowly (incredibly concerning) and grabbed Hinata's wrists and weakly tried to pull his hands off his face.

“Stop. You have a fever. You need to go to bed.” Hinata said, not leaving any room for an argument.

Of course, that didn’t stop Kageyama.

“I’m fine,” he said. The crack and complete lack of bite in his voice made the statement incredibly unconvincing. Hinata pursed his lips and dropped his hands.

“Fine. Let’s do some passing drills then,” he shrugged and walked over to Yachi to get a ball.

“Hinata, I don’t know if that’s the bes--” Yachi started.

“Get a bucket and some water ready.” Hinata cut her off with a whisper. Her mouth immediately dropped into a frown, her eyes wide, but she nodded and ran to the store room.

“Fine. You suck anyway,” Kageyama muttered. He moved into position.

They started passing and things were going smoothly for the first few minutes. As time passed, however, it was more than clear that Kageyama was unwell. There was an obvious sway to his stance, and he was panting even though they’d only been at it for a few minutes. Hinata was uncomfortable with putting his boyfriend through all this, but if the idiot wasn’t going to admit he was sick, there wasn’t anything else he could do.

Without realizing it, Hinata let out his frustration on the ball and spiked it down. Kageyama jumped to try and reach it when it bounced back up, but just barely touched it. When his feet slammed back onto the floor, his legs gave out and he fell to his hands and knees. Yachi and the remaining Karasuno players gasped and tried to run to his side, but Hinata beat them to it.

“Kageyama!” Hinata ran over to him. He swiped back his sweaty hair and cringed at the heat he felt.

“That was a shit move, boke,” Kageyama wheezed.

“I didn’t mean to spike it, really, I was just so frustrated because you’re being so unnecessarily stubborn about this. You’re clearly sick, idiot.” Hinata replied. He couldn’t keep the concern out of his voice. Kageyama seemed way worse off than Kuroo.

Kageyama thought about his words for a second before he looked at the floor and nodded. Hinata sighed in relief.

“Can I take you to bed?” Kageyama met his eyes. Hinata frowned. Kageyama’s eyes were fever-bright and glassy (Hinata secretly thought it made the blue of his eyes even more beautiful, but he kept that to himself. For now, at least).

“Please,” Kageyama croaked. His bottom lip trembled and if there weren’t other people around, he would’ve kissed Kageyama’s sweaty forehead.

Instead, he stood up, extending a hand down to Kageyama. The setter took his hand and Hinata helped him stand slowly and carefully. As soon as he was upright, Hinata pulled one of Kageyama’s arms around his shoulder and wrapped his own around his boyfriend’s waist. Kageyama leaned a little too heavily on Hinata.

Hinata bit his lip. If Kageyama did catch the same bug, he needed to get him somewhere away from people sooner rather than later. It was unlikely that Kageyama would be okay spewing his guts up in front of everyone.

“Here, I’ll help,” Yamaguchi said and Hinata shook his head before he could make his way over to them.

“It’s okay. I don’t want you to catch this,” Hinata said and sent Yamaguchi a grateful smile. Yamaguchi nodded and took the bucket and water from Yachi.

“I’ll follow you. I want to find Tsukki anyway.”

They made it about 3 feet out of the gym before Kageyama pushed himself away from Hinata and careened off to the side. He put a hand on the wall and doubled over with a painful sounding wretch.

“Crap,” Hinata muttered and grabbed the bucket from Yamaguchi. He walked over to Kageyama and put it down in front of him and put a hand on his hunched back. A second later, he heaved again unsuccessfully.

“Can I do anything?” Yamaguchi asked. Hinata glanced at Kageyama’s scrunched up face and watched his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He turned back to Yamaguchi and shook his head, sending him another thankful smile.

“It’s okay. I got this,” Hinata said. Yamaguchi hesitated, but nodded and placed the water bottle on the ground before turning and walking away.

“Relax, Yama,” Hinata soothed.

“Go’way,” Kageyama replied. Hinata for the umpteenth time that day, took a second to compute his boyfriend’s response.

“As if, stupid. It’s fine. It’s not like you haven’t seen me puke.”

“That’s not,” he hiccuped, “that’s not it.” Kageyama said.

Hinata stared at him for a second and tried not to be hurt by thoughts that hadn’t yet been voiced.

“...you’d rather be alone?” he asked softly. Kageyama looked up at him, his eyes big and his mouth in a tight line, but an apologetic look on his face. He nodded. Hinata tucked his lips into his mouth and took his hand off his back.

“I’ll just be over there then,” he chuckled pathetically. If Kageyama didn’t want him around, it didn’t mean that he didn’t love him or trust him, Hinata tried to remind himself. It was just a preference. This was a new situation for them as a couple and Hinata had to remember that he was still learning things about his boyfriend.

“Hina—“ Kageyama tried, but was cut off by another gag. It was wet and gurgling.

“It’s okay, Yama! I know it’s not cause you don’t love me. It’s fine. Come get me when you’re ready,” Hinata assured and walked around the corner of the gym.

He sat down against the wall and took a breath. It was stupid for him to feel so hurt. The only reason he was this upset was because they fought earlier and never really made up.

Around the corner, Kageyama gagged harshly and Hinata winced. He resisted the urge to run around the corner and help.

For the next several minutes, Hinata sat by helplessly, uselessly, and listened to Kageyama wretch and gag and hiccup and gasp unproductively.

Finally, a harsh cough brought with it the sounds of vomit hitting plastic and Hinata felt some relief on behalf of his sickly boyfriend.

From there, it was almost like someone turned on the faucet. Hinata winced everytime Kageyama heaved. He was about to run to Kageyama, whether the setter wanted that or not.

“Sh-Shoyo,” he heard Kageyama whimper and with that Hinata’s resolve to sit by patiently broke and he got up and sprinted the short distance back to his boyfriend.

Kageyama was squatting with the bucket between his legs and his head in his hands, panting.

“Yama,” Hinata said at the same time that his heart broke. He knelt by Kageyama.

“Hey, I’m here. What do you need? Want me to rub your back? Want some water? I can tie back your hair or —“

“Sho, please,” Kageyama breathed. He looked at Hinata with the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes and the cutest, smallest, most adorably pitiful frown.

“Please jus’ shuddup ‘n hold m’hand,” he said and held out a hand. Hinata gladly took it and squeezed. Kageyama’s shoulders relaxed briefly before jumping back up by his ears when he heaved.

Hinata sat by quietly while Kageyama continued to throw up seemingly everything he’s ever eaten. He wanted to do more, but didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and make Kageyama uncomfortable. Just being able to offer even the most minute bit of comfort to Kageyama made him less anxious. He hoped Kageyama felt the same way.

Kageyama spit in the bucket and breathed heavily.

“Water?” He choked. Hinata nodded eagerly and handed him the water Yachi brought him. Kageyama used it to rinse his mouth out first and then fell onto his butt and took a few more sips, opting to sit cross-legged against the gym wall.

Hinata fiddled with his fingers, trying to figure out what to do with them now that he wasn’t holding Kageyama’s hand anymore. He decided to move the bucket away and await further instruction.

Kageyama looked...bad. And it made Hinata’s whole body twitch. He’d never seen Kageyama like this, weak and sweaty and vulnerable. On the one hand, he was glad that Kageyama trusted him. On the other, it hurt his chest to see the guy he loved in such a state.

A quiet sob broke him out of his thoughts and his head shot up to look at Kageyama.

“Yama?”

Kageyama shook his head and brought his arms up to cover his face. Hinata crawled over to him and waited for him to calm down.

“I’m sorry, Hinata,” he whimpered behind his arms. Hinata’s face softened.

“It’s alright.”

“No,” Kageyama said quickly, dropping his arms and meeting Hinata’s eyes. He was flushed, pale and sweaty, his hair matted and sticking up in all directions. Hinata smiled at him sympathetically.

“It’s not alright, Hinata. I-I was such an ass-asshole,” he wheezed between sobs. Hinata bit his lip.

“And you were on-only trying to h-help, and I was so mean!” He cried, his chest heaving. “You should break up with me.” Hinata furrowed his eyebrows and widened his eyes. How did he fall for such a freaking drama Queen?

He threw his head back and sighed, “Kageyama.”

“Don’t forgive me, Hinata! You’re not clingy! I’m sorry,” the setter continued to cry. His raspy breaths and choked sobs were quickly devolving. Hinata could see where this was going. He felt bad because Kageyama was probably way too out of it to realize that he was working himself up.

“Yama, please listen to me for a second you big idiot,” Hinata tried again. Kageyama continued to sob, hiccups sprinkling themselves in now.

Hinata needed to calm him down. Could he touch him now? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to make Kageyama more uncomfortable.

Kageyama made up Hinata’s mind for him when he lurched forward with a dry heave. He planted a hand on the ground in front of him but his whole arm was trembling. Hinata wrapped his arm around Kageyama’s heaving chest quickly to keep him upright.

“Tobio, calm down. Breathe,” Hinata soothed. Even he was surprised, but very proud, at how calmly he was handling everything. He’d brag to Kageyama about it when he was feeling better.

Kageyama shook his head quickly, eyes squeezed shut and dry heaved again.

“There’s nothing left, Yama,” Hinata tried to reason. He used his free hand to rub gently between Kageyama’s shoulder blades.

Kageyama grabbed Hinata’s arm around his chest and squeezed. His body continued to betray him and after a few more heave, he choked on a small stream of bile onto his legs.

Hinata cursed and pulled Kageyama up to a standing position. It only served to aggravate his stomach more and he belched up a larger wave. At least this time he didn’t get it on himself.

He kept an arm firmly across Kageyama’s chest and the setter leaned heavily into Hinata. It was concerning to say the least. His throat gurgled before more bile spilled from his mouth.

“Kageyama, hey. Breathe,” Hinata said more urgently.

“Hinata!” Suga called and Hinata’s head snapped towards his upperclassmen. Suga was jogging towards them with a few medical masks in hand.

“Shit, it hit him hard, huh?” He winced.

“Yeah,” Hinata replied with a grimace. Kageyama gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and spit before moaning pitifully.

Hinata, getting past his own disgust, used the end of his own gosh dang shirt and wiped off Kageyama’s mouth. His boyfriend’s lip trembled when he made eye contact with him and Hinata’s mouth quirked up in sympathy.

“You’re okay,” he said. Kageyama turned and wrapped his arms around Hinata’s head and collapsed onto him in a heavy hug. On instinct, Hinata’s arms snaked around Kageyama’s waist.

Hinata managed to bring his face out of Kageyama’s chest and found Suga again. The older setter had an eyebrow raised and subtle smirk on his lips.

“Seems you guys made up,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” Hinata blushed, “is there somewhere he can rest?” Suga chuckled.

“Yeah. Come on. They’ve set up a room for the fallen,” he joked. “Do you need help?”

“Uh,” he glanced at the giant buried in his neck and smiled softly.

“Nah. I got it. Just lead the way.” He said and maneuvered Kageyama onto his back.

“Try to keep your insides inside for a bit, okay, Bakageyama?” Hinata teased. Kageyama just groaned and nuzzled further into Hinata’s neck.

Suga covered his own face with a medical mask before handing one to Hinata. Then he led them to a classroom set up for the sickies. While they were walking, Kageyama whispered repeated and delirious apologies to Hinata.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Hinata insisted after a bit, “I was a jerk too. I’m sorry. I just wanted to help. It was stupid of me to think I could fix everything if you just told me what was wrong.”

“I should’ve just told you,” Kageyama replied quietly.

“Yeah probably,” Hinata shrugged as best he could, “but this is new for us. We’ll figure it out.”

“Still. I was so mean,” Kageyama mumbled into Hinata’s neck.

“I’m not mad,” Hinata reassured. He looked ahead at Suga who was very obviously trying not to listen.

“You should be.”

“You’re sick, Yama. It’s no surprise that you’re grumpier than usual. I’m just grateful you’re letting me help you now.”

“I don’t want anyone else to help me,” Kageyama admitted. Hinata’s chest warmed.

“It’s you and me, then.” He smiled. Kageyama nodded.

When they finally made it to the Designated Sick Room, Suga left the room to tell Daichi what was going on while Hinata took Kageyama to a corner futon away from the majority of the others.

“Alright, I’ll come check on you in a bit, okay?” He said once he was satisfied that Kageyama was sufficiently comfortable. Kageyama nodded and turned onto his side and shivered. Hinata frowned. He didn’t want to leave his boyfriend, but he didn’t want to stay in that nasty, germ-filled room longer than necessary.

He turned to leave, resisting the urge to give Kageyama a quick kiss. Right before he stepped out of the room, Suga stopped him with a hand in his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, one hand still up to stop Hinata and the other on his cocked hip.

Hinata raised an eyebrow and said, “I’m going back to practice?”

“As if,” Suga scoffed before noticing Hinata’s confusion at the response.

“Hinata,” he sighed and turned away, “listen,” he met Hinata’s eyes, “we were trying to wait for you guys to be comfortable enough to tell us yourselves, but we all know you and Kageyama are dating.”

Hinata blinked up at him. Suga’s hidden meaning was not immediately apparent to him, but eventually he realized what his upperclassman was implying and he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“What— no— I mean we don’t— I don’t—“

“Cut the crap, Hinata,” Suga chuckled, a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow telling the middle blocker that there was no getting out of this one. He immediately deflated and dropped his head and shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

“How’d you guys find out?”

“For real?? It’s not like you guys were subtle at all!” Suga laughed fully this time. “You’ve been fighting less and you stare at each other all the time. Also, take it from me, the storage closets are not as private as you may think.”

Hinata flushed in embarrassment again. No way could he meet Suga’s eyes right now.

“Now. Get back in there. If Kageyama is sick, there’s no way you’re not at least carrying his germs.” Suga pushed Hinata gently back into the Sick Room, despite his many sputtering attempts at protesting.

Kageyama’s bleary eyes peeked up at Hinata in confusion when he unceremoniously plopped down beside his sick boyfriends. He huffed sharply and crossed his arms, pouting.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be in here. You’ll get sick,” he mumbled groggily. Hinata let out an exasperated sigh.

“Apparently,” he drawled out, “we aren’t as good at hiding as we thought so there’s ‘no way’ I’m not carrying your germs. Suga’s making me stay here.”

“Wha—“ Kageyama’s eyebrows squished together cutely while his foggy brain tried to interpret what Hinata said. As soon as he did, his already flushed cheeks deepened in color before he quickly buried his face in his pillow.

“Stupid, Shoyo,” came the muffled insult, “you’re too obnoxious.”

“Me?” Hinata gasped, a hand flying to his chest and his eyes widening. “You’re the one that insists we make out in the storage closet!” Kageyama turned his head and frowned up at Hinata.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, “I just really like you. Please don’t yell at me. I don’t feel good.” Hinata’s heart constricted from the sheer adorableness behind Kageyama’s wide glassy eyes and tiny little pout.

“Gah,” he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped at his chest. “You’re so freaking cute, Yamayama. I’m sorry! You’re right! It’s my fault.” To show his remorse, Hinata flopped onto his boyfriend and snuggled into him.

“Ah! Shoyo, stop! We’re in public, dumbass,” Kageyama cried through giggles. Hinata laughed and peered up at Kageyama with a smile. He pecked his flushed cheek and sat up.

“Guess since everyone knows, you’re really stuck with me, Yama,” he sing-songed. Kageyama smiled up at him softly.

“Good. Now let me sleep.” He rolled over and Hinata settled himself against the wall beside his head.

“Sure. I’ll be here in case you need to puke again. Let me know if you feel bad and I can get you some medicine or some water. Or hey! If you feel up to munching on something, I can run to the vending machines and—“

“Shoyo?”

“Hmmm?”

“Please just shut up and hold my hand.” Kageyama snaked one hand out from under his blanket and Hinata took it in his own as a smile tugged at his cheeks.

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Whump prompt:

We all know and love the “character sick in an airport with their SO” but what about a character sick in an airport on their own? Like they’re flying to meet their SO in an unfamiliar place, and they have to navigate the airport on their own and figure out how to get on the shuttle to the rental car place and they’re just so fuzzy and feel so awful that the whole experience is miserable and they just want to die.

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hi hi!! are you taking requests?

Yes!! I am :) I’m taking hc requests and fic requests! You can check my request rules here

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For those that want an update:

Currently I’m working on requests for a continuation of my Kuroo sick at training camp fic w KageHina and BokuAka and a OsaSuna request!

Hello!!

Work is getting busy and I’m studying for a big entrance exam, so I’m not sure how frequently I’ll be able to post in the upcoming months. Sorry!! I’m working on a few different requests rn and some stuff for my non-sickfic account, but idk when I’ll be finished with them.

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MVP of Team Dumbass

Pairing: sick Hinata, caretaker Kageyama

Word Count: 3,613

Warnings: vomit, swearing

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I don’t get a lot of KageHina requests and I wanted to write one, so here’s one that I finished that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while!

As per my MO, I did not proofread this.

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Tobio and Shoyo stood at the entrance of the rented conference space, observing the chaos that was the Black Jackals end of season dinner party and award ceremony. Tobio glanced at Shoyo for the seventh time in the last five minutes and frowned at the nervous look on his face.

“Shoyo, are you sure you’re alright?” Tobio whisper-asked for what felt like the millionth time that night. He was sure that he was pestering and probably starting to grate on his boyfriend’s last nerve, but he couldn’t help it.

Shoyo had been acting weird all day. It started when he slept 2 whole hours later than usual. Kageyma brushed it off as being extra exhausted from the busy season. Then he only picked at his breakfast before spending the rest of the afternoon cuddled into Tobio’s side on the couch, much clingier than usual. Again, he brushed it off.

They were about to walk into the venue for the Jackals’s end of season awards ceremony, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Shoyo looked ragged. Well, actually, he looked fantastic in his navy blue suit, the top buttons of his light pink button down undone. But his face was exhausted.

Tobio had tried to convince him to stay home, but Shoyo was insistent. He didn’t have a fever or any other visible symptoms of being sick, so Tobio didn’t really have any grounds to keep him from going to the dinner.

“I’m…” Shoyo hesitated, fiddling with his fingers. His eyes swept across the noisy, rowdy room, and Tobio thought maybe he would give in to… whatever was causing him to act so weird and they could go home. But Shoyo shook his head and smiled.

“I’m okay. Just tired. I’ll take it easy tonight, I promise,” Shoyo said, but his voice lacked its usual energy. Tobio didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He knew that Shoyo understood his disapproval without him voicing it.

Shoyo grabbed Tobio’s hand and squeezed. They walked into the room and joined the rest of the team and their guests. Obviously Shoyo wasn’t going to forgo this dinner, so Tobio resigned himself to keeping a sharper eye on his boyfriend than normal.

That proved to be a good decisions because throughout the dinner, it was clear that Shoyo’s physical and mental state was deteriorating.

Sure, at first Shoyo put up a good front. He laughed with Bokuto and Atsumu during the “bloopers'' video that Meian put together. He chatted casually with Sakusa about the struggles of living with a setter-type. He joined in on the usual teasing towards Tobio about how they would destroy the Adlers next time they played.

But Tobio saw his boyfriend deflate every time there was a lull in the conversation. He saw how his skin grew paler as the night went on. How he got more and more lethargic. How he shoved his food around on his plate before having the waiter take it away. How he zoned out more and more frequently during conversations.

It was once the speeches started that Tobio’s Shoyo Radar went from code 5 to code 1 in no time flat.

Shoyo wasn’t even trying to hide that he felt bad anymore. He kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat. First throwing his head back, eyes closed. Then quickly to lean his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands. On two separate occasions, Atsumu and Akaashi each glanced at him from across the table, concern evident on their faces before shooting Tobio questioning looks. Tobio tried to convey to them that he had it under control.

Even though he had no idea what was wrong.

Meian was going through the awards for the season. Everything from “best play” to “messiest locker” was awarded and normally Shoyo really enjoyed hearing all the creative awards the team came up with and listening to their respective acceptance speeches. Tonight though, it was clear he had no idea what Meian was even talking about onstage. He was staring blankly at the half eaten dessert in front of him, his mouth hanging open slightly. Tobio was sure he had a fever now, if the slight sheen of sweat was any indication.

Tobio heard the Meian announce the next award, MVP, which is usually the last award, and go over their best plays of the season. He decided it was the perfect time to grab Shoyo and drag him home. They stayed long enough.

He reached over to grab his boyfriend’s hand when Shoyo suddenly perked up, his eyes wide and his mouth snapping shut. His hand shot out and death gripped Tobio’s thigh. When he looked over at the setter, he swallowed hard and opened his mouth to speak, a sense of urgency behind his eyes.

“and the MVP of the season, Hinata Shoyo!” Meian announced and at hearing his name Shoyo’s head snapped towards the front. He turned to look at Tobio and smiled shakily.

“Let’s leave after this, okay?” He whispered before standing up and walking over to accept the award from their captain.

Shoyo took his place behind the podium and leaned heavily on his elbows. He took the microphone in his hand and started his acceptance speech. Under the stage lights, it was beyond evident that the team’s tiny opposite hitter was not well.

Not only did his face shine with sweat, but Shoyo had prevalent deep, dark circles under his eyes and his skin looked nearly translucent. Several eyes landed on Tobio, all silently asking what was wrong. Even Meian and Coach Foster found him from the stage. Tobio shook his head and Shoyo started talking.

How did he not notice how bad off his boyfriend was? He prided himself on being observant of those around him, especially Shoyo. Especially after years of knowing him and working with him and living with him.

“Wow, MVP…” Shoyo panted and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I never would have thought I’d win this award. Thanks guys, really,” he shook his head.

“You’re all so… so uh…” his form started folding in on itself and Tobio immediately stood up.

“I’m just gonna… sit down, i-if that’s… alright,” he breathed before sliding down and disappearing behind the podium. The crowd erupted into a flurry of quick, concerned whispers. Meian and Coach Shugo immediately rushed to his side. Tobio wanted to run up there, but held back. He didn’t want to crowd Shoyo. He would be called if he was needed. But he still stood, the rest of his table glancing up at him. He ignored them, all of his attention on the stage.

“T-tobio?” came Shoyo’s shaky voice over the speakers. Tobio immediately marched up to the stage. He rounded the podium, slightly afraid of what he was going to find.

Meian and Coach Shugo were knelt by Shoyo, trying to offer their support and figure out what was wrong. Meian held the mic in his hands and Shugo had a bottle of water. Shoyo was between them, his head between his legs. His back moved up and down heavily. Tobio immediately got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

“Shoyo,” he called gently, placing a hand on his back. Shoyo jumped slightly before lifting his head and looking at Tobio. Relief washed over his pained features before his eyes glossed over with tears.

“I don’t feel good,” he all but whined before hanging his head again.

“I know, baby. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He knew for sure that Shoyo had a fever now. It was painfully obvious by the heat and sweat Tobio felt with the hand that was still on the wing spiker’s back. But that didn’t tell him what was causing the fever.

“Head is pounding,” Shoyo choked before adding, “nauseous.”

At that, all of Tobio’s alarm bells went off. Shoyo was never good with nausea. Handling it, covering it up, not throwing up. If Hinata Shoyo had any weaknesses it was his own stomach.

“Okay,” Tobio said with a forced calm, “just breathe, Sho. Can you move?” This was nothing new. He could handle this.

Shoyo shook his head.

“Don’t wanna risk making a bigger mess than necessary,” he gritted. Tobio knew the signs. Could tell that his nausea was mounting by the second and they needed to do something to minimize the damage. Shoyo was going to throw up and there was no stopping it. The best thing they could do was try and minimize the damage.

“I understand,” Tobio said. He ran his hand through Shoyo’s hair.

“Would one of you mind finding a bin of some sort?” he turned to the two men still hanging behind them. Meian nodded and jogged off the stage. A minute later, he returned with a bucket. He must’ve run to the utility closet. Tobio nodded gratefully and took the bucket.

“Sho, I have a bucket. Can we walk now? We’ll go somewhere else, alright? Then we can leave whenever you’re ready,” Tobio tried to coax Shoyo into moving. It would be better for everyone if his entire team and their friends and family didn’t hear him puking just behind the podium. Tobio was surprised Bokuto wasn’t up here trying to help out, honestly. He probably had Akaashi to thank for that.

Shoyo glanced up at him through his lashes and nodded hesitantly.

With Shugo’s help, Tobio got Shoyo standing on visibly shaky legs. He wrapped one arm around Shoyo’s waist, the other holding the bucket in front of his boyfriend’s chest. Shoyo’s arm was thrown over Tobio’s shoulder and they made their way slowly off the stage.

Tobio smiled gratefully, but told Shugo he had it handled when the coach offered to help out. Meian made an announcement to the room that Shoyo was fine, but probably contracted a stomach bug.

As they were walking toward the exit, which happened to be across the room from the stage, unfortunately, Tobio heard a small sniffle from the trembling boy in his arms.

“Sho? Do we need to stop?” Shoyo shook his head.

“Just embarrassed. Knew s-something was wrong” he exhaled through puffed cheeks.

“I should’ve noticed, Sho. I’m sorry. We should’ve left before it got bad.” Tobio kissed the side of his head. Shoyo shook his head, but kept his mouth closed. Tobio figured that was for the best.

It was slow going, but their salvation was close at hand. The door to the exit was only about 15 feet in front of them. They could make it.

“Doing good, babe. We’re almost out and then you can relax and let whatever needs to happen happen,” Tobio soothed and rubbed up and down Shoyo’s side. His boyfriend nodded tersely, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth in a tight line. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his breaths were slow and controlled.

Within three seconds of his nod though, Shoyo shook his head and halted them. The back of his hand pressed firmly against his mouth.

“Oh, Shoyo, we’re so close to the door,” Tobio winced and glanced at the exit a mere 10 feet before then. He looked around the room for the first time and saw the uneasy looks from everyone. It was clear they were trying not to look, but it was hard not to. Kageyama understood that. Tobio looked uneasily at Shoyo again. His skin was taking on a green shirt tint and his shoulders were visibly trembling.

Tobio took in all the eyes on them, Shoyo’s current state, and the distance to the door and made a decision for both of them.

“Let’s go, baby. It’s so close,” he encouraged and pushed Shoyo forward quickly. He whimpered and Tobio shushed him gently.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Shoyo lurched forward with a silent heave, bracing himself against his knees. It was quickly followed by a whimper and Tobio’s chest squeezed in sympathy.

“Okay, it’s fine. Just let it happen. We’re alone now. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He moved his hand from Shoyo’s side to his back, rubbing up and down the way he liked.

Shoyo burped wetly and panted over the bin. He squeezed his eyes shut and a quiet heave rocked his body forward. Tobio put a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady, the other still rhythmically rubbing his boyfriend’s back. The warmth he found there was concerning, but he put it aside for the time being and focused on the problem at hand.

“Shoyo, relax,” Tobio tried. Shoyo’s shoulders were hunched up by his ears and his back muscles were taught under Tobio’s hand.

“Deep breath in,” he instructed. Shoyo inhaled slowly and the tension released from his body. It seemed to do the trick because with one quick, sharp, wretch Shoyo’s jaw dropped and a small stream of vomit splashed into the bin. He coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath when another pitiful amount of puke spilled through his parted lips.

“Good job, Sho. Just get it up.” Tobio brushed back his hair.

“Hur-hurts,” Shoyo choked behind a gag. Tobio winced in sympathy. He was mentally beating himself up for not realizing how sick his boyfriend was sooner. He never would have relented and let Shoyo come if he knew. Now, here they were, less than fifty feet away from Shoyo’s entire team and their partners and families, with Shoyo painfully spewing his guts up and a raging fever.

“I know,” Tobio exhaled. Shoyo gagged up another small amount of puke and gasped.

“Please, please,” he rasped, “make it sto-stop.”

“I wish I could, Shoyo. You just have to ride it out.” Tobio frowned. Shoyo whimpered.

It didn’t look like he was anywhere near done, but his body wasn’t letting him breathe. It was only allowing small, pathetic streams of bile up and it was clearly causing Shoyo a lot of pain if his scrunched face and occasional whimpers were anything to go off of. There had to be something that could help move things along.

Tobio moved his hand to Shoyo’s lower back and moved his hands in quick circles. It shook Shoyo’s entire shaking form and he let another whimper escape.

“Sto-stop. Tobio, plea—,” he gagged. Tears were now dropping into the bucket beneath him. He squatted and put his head in his hands. Tobio followed and placed the bucket on the ground. With his now free hand, he braced an arm against Shoyo’s chest, the other continuing its quick circles on his back.

Shoyo started letting out small, harsh, airy burps in quick succession. A minute later, he hiccuped and his whole body lurched forward with the torrent of vomit that poured from his mouth. He coughed and sobbed before another heave forced another flood vomit up and out of his mouth.

“I’ve got you, Sho. It’s okay,” Tobio soothed.

Wave after wave tormented Shoyo and he grew more desperate when he couldn’t catch his breath. Tobio could see Shoyo losing his grounding and knew he needed to do something before this turned into a full-fledged panic attack.

“Shoyo, hey. You have to try to relax. You’re making things worse for yourself, baby,” Tobio said. Shoyo just shook his head and heaved up more vomit.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Sho. I’ve got you, alright? You’re okay. Everything is okay. Breathe,” he commanded. Shoyo desperately gasped, but managed to shakily exhale slowly.

“That’s it. You’re okay,” Tobio reassured again. Shoyo gagged, but nothing more came up. He took in a trembling breath through his nose and exhaled slowly. He coughed and spit into the bin.

Tobio retrieved his phone from his back pocket and shot a quick text to Akaashi, while breathing with Shoyo slowly.

A minute later, Shoyo collapsed onto his ass and cradled his head in his hands. Tobio kissed the side of his head and rubbed between his shoulder blades.

“You done?” he asked. Shoyo nodded. Tobio clicked his tongue and pulled Shoyo into his side. They were sitting just outside the door. Tobio wanted to move them, but he needed to give Shoyo a second to collect himself.

The door opened a second later and Akaashi came out with water and a wet cloth.

“Is he alright?” he directed at Tobio.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I think it’s a stomach bug.” He took the things from Akaashi with a grateful smile and placed the cloth on Shoyo’s forehead. His boyfriend sighed and his shoulders fell back down.

“Do you need anything else? Kotaro is just about ready to chop off his spiking arm if it means he can come help out,” Akaashi chuckled lightheartedly. Tobio laughed, but shook his head.

“No, I think we’re alright. When he’s ready, we’ll move to the front of the building and I’ll call a taxi.”

“Nonsense. Kotaro and I will drive you home—no I won’t take no for an answer. Neither will Kotaro,” Akaashi said, cutting off Tobio before he could protest.

“Besides, the dinner is wrapping up anyway and the team is concerned. They’ll feel better knowing one of us got you home safely.”

“Okay,” Tobio relented, “thank you.” Akaashi smiled and went to go get his boyfriend.

Tobio surveyed his own boyfriend with a scowl. Shoyo’s breathing returned to normal, but he was still very pale and sweaty.

“Sho, look at me, please.”

Shoyo whined, but turned his head to face Tobio, resting it on his knees. He looked even more exhausted if possible. His fever was evident now too, given away by the subtle flush of his cheeks. Tobio sucked his teeth and pursed his lips.

“Look at you. MVP? Yeah. MVP of Team Dumbass, maybe,” he said without any bite. He took the cloth and ran it over Shoyo’s face again.

“I rightfully earned both awards, I think,” Shoyo weakly chuckled.

“Yeah, I suppose you did. I probably would’ve won biggest idiot, seeing as I signed up for your idiocy willingly,” Tobio lamented dramatically. Shoyo frowned. He rinsed out his mouth with the water Akaashi brought before replying.

“Rude, Tobio.”

Tobio smirked and stood up. He pulled a piece of gum from his coat pocket (something he always had on hand for Shoyo who’s taken up a nasty habit of constant gum chewing) and handed it to his boyfriend. Then he reached a hand down to Shoyo who took it hesitantly. As soon as he was standing, his knees buckled and Tobio caught him under his arms.

“Tch, can’t even stand properly,” he sighed. He maneuvered Shoyo onto his back.

“Don’t puke on me. I love you, but not that much.”

“Mean, Tobio,” Shoyo yawned. He nuzzled his warm face into Tobio’s neck. First thing when they get home is to get that fever down.

Within the next five minutes, Akaashi and Bokuto met them at the front. Akaashi reassured Tobio that he told everyone Shoyo was alright and would bounce back from this quickly. Bokuto manipulated a surgical mask onto Shoyo’s face. Tobio hadn’t realized he fell asleep.

They piled into Bokuto’s car and Tobio immediately pulled Shoyo into his side. Akaashi handed him a plastic bag just in case.

They didn’t end up needing it, thankfully and when they got home Tobio begrudgingly woke Shoyo up. Unfortunately he could not carry Shoyo, now dense with muscle from years of volleyball, up four flights of stairs to their apartment like he used to. He knew his limits. He thanked Akaashi and dragged Shoyo up the stairs.

Shoyo made a beeline for the bedroom when they got inside. Tobio followed after getting a bowl from the kitchen, some fever reducers and stomach meds, a sports drink, and some crackers.

Upon entering the bedroom, he found Shoyo sitting up with half his shirt off.

“Help?” he asked pitifully and Tobio huffed out a laugh before walking over and helping him out of his suit. He replaced it with some athletic shorts and one of his own sweatshirts and Shoyo collapsed onto the bed. He curled into a ball and sighed.

“‘M sorry,” he said around a yawn. Tobio peered over his shoulder at him from where he was changing into his own pajamas.

“For being an idiot?”

Shoyo smiled, “yeah. I should’ve listened to you.”

“Yeah, you should have. But it’s not like that’s anything new,” he said lightly and moved to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“Yeah. That’s true. Still,” Shoyo said. Tobio finished up in the bathroom and crawled into bed beside Shoyo. His boyfriend promptly moved to curl around Tobio, but was stopped before he could achieve maximum comfort levels.

“Ah ah ah, hold up. Take these meds and drink something first.”

Shoyo frowned at him with wide eyes, his chin resting on Tobio’s chest.

“Do I have to?”

“Absolutely. Yes,” Tobio said without missing a beat. He shoved a thermometer in Shoyo’s mouth before he could complain.

Shoyo breathed a long-suffering sigh and pouted, but sat up nonetheless. After the thermometer beeped, Tobio took it to read the temperature and frowned again. Good thing they still had fever reducers.

Shoyo took the meds and the drink and choked them down with a grimace.

“If it comes back up, it’s on you. Literally and figuratively,” Shoyo mumbled.

“I brought a bowl from the kitchen. If you puke on me I’m going to leave you.”

“No you won’t,” Shoyo said sleepily. He settled himself into Tobio’s side and shivered. Tobio pulled their blanket up over his shoulders and rubbed his arms.

“No. I won’t,” he sighed. He kissed the top of Shoyo’s head and mentally prepared himself for the next few days of taking care of his tiny stubborn boyfriend.

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