#haikyuu sickfics

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Hurt/Comfort (especially emotional hurt/comfort but also sickfics) is one of my absolute favorite tropes. Characters taking the time to take care of each other and to help each other no matter the impacts on their lives because the other is more important? Literal chills every single time. 

It shows how important they are to each other and how they’re willing to do whatever it takes to make sure they other us ok. To show the them that they matter.

#ao3 #trope talk #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #sickfics #fanfiction #fanfic #writing tropes #haikyuu #mha #teen wolf #avatar the last airbender #spiderman #she ra and the princesses of power #voltron #sk8 the infinity #marvel #doctor who #those where the first 10 fandom tabs that show up with this trope on ao3 when i checked #911verse #the owl house #the last of us

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Doctor Hanahaki - If you stay. [4]

Doctor Hanahaki

Chapter 4

WC: 5485

After a rough night, Akaashi comes down with a bad flu and he makes a simple mistake with his impaired feverish logic. Though he does realize he has more people looking out for him than he realizes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47404093/chapters/126061117

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“You look like shit.”

Akaashi looked up from his computer to see Sugawara with a deadpan expression. Hello? Rude. He thought to himself before fixing his glasses. “Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes. They were about to open the clinic and the two of them got here early, Nurse Shimizu was just about to arrive.

Sugawara had his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “See, all doctors have eyebags but not like those. I said it, and I’ll say it again. You, Dr. Akaashi, look like utter shit.” Nurse Tanaka Shimizu walked in the hall to see her two doctor coworkers bickering, Akaashi with a scowl. “Kiyoko! Doesn’t Akaashi look like utter shit?” Sugawara grinned.

“It’s 7 in the morning, this much profanity at 7 in the morning?” Akaashi shook his head, laying his head on the keyboard. Sure, he woke up this morning with a bit of a headache… if one could even count waking up at 2 in the morning as today. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. You’re on my side, aren’t you?”

The one lady of reason looked between the two boys, glancing back and forth between the two of them. “I’m sorry, Akaashi. Sugawara is right, you look quite exhausted and deathly pale. Even paler than Sugawara,” she commented plainly, getting a small scold from Dr. Sugawara. “In all seriousness, are you feeling alright?”

They were doctors who lacked self-care, but as it was their job to enforce care on others, they had picked the habit of knowing how to do so on their coworkers. This worried Akaashi, for he knew his two friends would notice he was off before he did (and they were right a good 60% of the time). Despite this, Akaashi had a feeling he was right this time, he just had not slept very well.

He simply nodded, doing his best to ignore his coworkers doting as he reached for some ibuprofen to ease the headache. “I just did not sleep too well last night. Thanks for your concern, at least someone is kind to me,” Akaashi smiled, Sugawara shaking his head. “Alright, we open in less than two hours. The receptionists and other nurses should be here soon.”

“Only the Thursday before valentine’s day,” Sugawara happily mentioned, Shimizu also smiling a bit. Right, they are both married. Akaashi had to remind himself he was indeed the odd one out, happily single. Most people his age were married and here he was not, but that was fine! Everyone moved at their own pace, or in Akaashi’s case, he didn’t… that’s also fine. “We got this. Ready team? Break!”

Akaashi swore it was just a headache, just fatigue, he was just fine. Going through patients one after the other, he was surprised his only Hanahaki patient scheduled for today was Bokuto. There was a quick break as he took another pill, seeing Sugawara come out of his pediatrics room, covered in flowers sticking to his white coat. “Hanahaki?” Akaashi raised an eyebrow, sipping some water to swallow the pill down.

“Akaashi, you lucked out. All my patients are Hanahaki today! Every. Single. One.” If Akaashi did not know better, he would think Sugawara was getting annoyed by the Hanahaki valentine’s day rush. Though, if he thought about it more logically, the rush came after valentine’s day, giving those lovesick patients a chance for their broken hearts to flower. Sugawara took off the coat full of blood-soaked flower petals before replacing it with a new one, physically taking a few seconds to force the kind smile his patients loved him for. “You almost done with yours?”

“I’m a bit behind but Nurse Tanaka is giving me a few minutes before she sends for me,” Akaashi mumbled, massaging the pulsing temples on the side of his head.

“Behind, as per usual,” Sugawara grinned, frowning a bit at Akaashi’s state. “Are you sure you are feeling alright?” It wasn’t his typical joking frown, but one of genuine concern which Akaashi appreciated, but he did not need.

“Yes, Suga. It’s just a killer headache,” Akaashi smiled a bit, Shimizu waving to him from down the hall before handing him a clipboard of the data she took. “Good luck with that patient.” Akaashi had to get away, perhaps it was more than just a night of little sleep.

It was the anxieties of all the rumors spreading around. A new variant of Hanahaki which would surely take the world by storm one day, a patient he did not know how to help, and a troubling dream which seemed too real to be just a dream. False information about a surgery which saved his life, and an inevitable rush he was not sure he could be prepared for. “Hey… oh!” Akaashi was startled as he saw Bokuto in the room, a sheepish smile on his face. Looking down at the clipboard, the papers did indeed say Bokuto Koutarou. “Sorry, I thought I was behind. If you’re here, I’m on time for once.”

“No worries,” Bokuto smiled, sitting on the medical bench while he coughed a few petals into a bucket beside him. A cough he just couldn't shake, though that was essentially Hanahaki in itself. “So… there are the test results, but I couldn’t understand most of their fancy wording.” Right, the lab results. Akaashi had looked them over in detail, he just did not expect Bokuto to be here so quickly. Had the time passed him by this rapidly? Akaashi felt his breath hitch in his throat as he blanked out. “Dr. Akaashi?”

“Oh, of course. Let’s look them over, shall we?” Akaashi smiled a bit, pulling out two copies of the lab results, one for him to keep. Hanahajou, a new disease. Akaashi was not one to sugar-coat the direness of the situation, though Bokuto seemed to be the kind of person who could swallow such truths. Possible symptoms discussed, a prognosis Akaashi could not confirm nor deny.

He did not want to say death, not just yet. The idea was very much present in Akaashi’s mind as was the unnerving pull he felt from when they first met, tugging at his heartstrings. “Right, are you sure this person will never love you?” Getting their feelings resolved would make this much easier, though Akaashi did watch as Bokuto shook his head. “And there is no scenario in which you get over him?”

“Wait, I have a question,” Bokuto’s eyes lit up a bit, a playful smirk growing. “So, if Hanahaki is caused by unrequited love, can’t you just… make me stop feeling love?” It almost seemed that Bokuto was avoiding the question, but Akaashi was not going to push forward. Love was complicated, after all.

Well, Akaashi wouldn’t know but love is complicated.

“That is what the surgery does, but we can’t use the current version of the surgery on your type of Hanahaki.”

“No, like…” Bokuto thought about it for a bit. “What if I got completely knocked out, can’t feel love if I’m unconscious!” Bokuto smiled, Akaashi returning the facial expression at Bokuto’s attempts at alternate cures.

Despite his attempts, it would be pointless. “Your subconscious would still feel love, and I am not having you get knocked out,” he let out a small chuckle, Bokuto’s face brightening before he coughed a few flower petals, these stained with the crimson liquid Akaashi knew far too well. “There is no way of medically giving you amnesia without risking your life, so that is also not an option, just to save you from asking. Even if there was, your subconscious would remember, and we are back at square one.” The idea terrified him, though there weren’t many cases of it. Hanahaki in amnesia patients, a disease they can’t cure if they can’t even remember who gave it to them.

“Basically, you are telling me I either get over this person or I die,” Bokuto’s face fell flat, but there was no resentment in his voice. “You sound a certain way when you try to avoid a topic, Dr. Akaashi.”

Akaashi raised an eyebrow. “Or… maybe you’ll live with Hanahajou the rest of your long life. Chronic Hanahaki is also a thing, but to be honest, I am doubting there’s a slow and chronic Hanahajou.” Akaashi could not understand, did his voice change when he tried to avoid a topic? Perhaps he raised his voice, or his face looked different. Did he lower his pitch, or did he heighten it? How could Bokuto tell he was trying to avoid it?

“Okay, so you are telling me I either get over this person or I die.”

“…Possibly, unless he returns the feelings,” Akaashi expected tears, distress even, but not much of a negative reaction came from Bokuto. He was silent at first but seemed to brush it off. “I don’t know how long it will take and we are discovering new information about Hanahajou every day, but I’ll do everything I can to help you, Bokuto.”

“I know, you always do.” Bokuto brought his hand out to shake Akaashi’s, who expected. The touch reminded him of something, a feeling from long ago which he could not remember. “I have one more question.”

“Yes, Bokuto?”

Bokuto seemed a bit nervous, and it was a contrast from the confidence Akaashi had picked up on as part of his character. “Do you… want to go grab coffee later?” I’m free when you finish work if you aren’t busy. I’ll be honest, it looks like you need it,” Bokuto let out a small chuckle before letting out a coughing fit full of bloodied cherry blossoms into the sink of the room. It took a few seconds as Bokuto pulled away to recover, picking up the petals and throwing them in the trash before washing his hands. “There’s a quiet place I know from a friend of a friend. Onigiri and coffee, it’s an interesting combo to some but I like it.”

Akaashi could feel his face lighting up at the mention of onigiri. Was it professional to be going to have onigiri and coffee with a patient of his? No, absolutely not. Yet, it was also rude to reject a kind offer from someone, especially since he just told Bokuto he was very likely to die from this disease. “Um, sure. Is six alright?”

“Six is just fine.”

Six rolled around and Akaashi drove up to the location Bokuto had messaged him, a sign reading Onigiri Miya at the top. Despite Akaashi’s love for onigiri, he had never been to the place. Typically, he had gone to other restaurants or even made his own. The day had dragged, going on much slower than usual, and Akaashi had started to predict his headache would be developing into something worse.

I’m already inside, just tell the man at the front you’re with me and he’ll tell you where I’m at! A message from Bokuto, Akaashi smiling a bit and just going along with it. Heading to the front desk, a man with ashen gray hair and a solemn expression sweeping behind the desk.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya, I’m Miya Osamu. How can I help you today?” Osamu looked up from his focus on sweeping, Akaashi looking around and seeing how decent the restraint did. It was humble yet packed at the same time without being overfilled. An equilibrium between homey and successful, Akaashi wondered if one could be both.

Akaashi read the text to ease his social anxiety before making his statement heard. “I’m here with Bokuto Koutarou, he told me to tell you I was with him, and you would tell me where to go.” Akaashi looked around at the decorations, one sticking out above the rest. A decent sized poster with a man looking strikingly similar to the restaurant worker, just with hair dyed yellow rather than gray. The man posed with a volleyball in one hand, Astumu Miya in big letters on the side. “You know him?” Akaashi asked about the poster.

Osamu’s face faltered a bit when he said his name, before nodding in response to Akaashi’s question. “We’re twins, couldn’t you tell?” Osamu winked; his gaze snarky; Akaashi rolled his eyes. “He played for the same team Bokuto did a while back. He’s now an assistant coach for some high school powerhouse.” So that is how Bokuto knew of this place, how they may have been friends. “Right, you’re with Bokuto. Follow me,” Osamu gave a small smile and led Akaashi to a seemingly innocent door, which led up to some stairs. Akaashi followed and soon found himself on a small balcony breathing the cool air of the city, much quieter than inside the place. There, in front of him, sat Bokuto with a pot of coffee and treats.

“Hey! Akaashi! You made it!” Bokuto smiled and waved the doctor over, pouring him a cup of coffee. If Akaashi knew better, he would call this a secretive date. Yet, Akaashi does not know better, sees the nice gesture, and sits down to immediately start drinking the coffee. A doctor’s best friend: caffeine. It was almost as if Bokuto knew exactly what he needed as Akaashi poured the first cup. “Long day, huh?”

“Yeah, per usual,” Akaashi let a sly smile grow on his face as he finished the first cup, relaxing as the warmth of the coffee heated up his chilling body, melting his heart along with it. A kind gesture, Akaashi eyelids dropping as he drank the coffee, opening them to see Bokuto’s gaze dead on him before his eyes darted away. Akaashi raised an eyebrow, but a small pang in his heart caught his attention for a split second. “What?” Akaashi laughed, setting the cup down. “Never see a doctor enjoying the drink of the gods?”

That made Bokuto smile in return, the taller male letting out a laugh only interrupted by the coughs Akaashi had known for most his life. “No, I’ve seen it plenty before,” Bokuto grinned, taking a sip from his own cup. It made Akaashi realize he was… on his third cup of the day? Bokuto only drank one, and maybe the disease slowly eating away at his respiratory abilities affected it, but Akaashi knew drinking this much was unhealthy. Was he that tired?

His thoughts were interrupted by another laugh from Bokuto, a laugh which brought peace to his mind. “You remind me of someone, that’s all. It’s… nice.”

Akaashi hesitantly puts the cup down, though he does not feel judged by Bokuto in the slightest. If anything, there is a comforting aura around the former volleyball player. Bokuto and his large honey-colored eyes, his constant positive outlook to life, Akaashi could grow to like that about him. The way their conversation seemed to continue effortlessly, only interrupted by the sudden chills bracing Akaashi’s body or Bokuto’s Hanahajou coughs.

“What’s your favorite color?” Bokuto asked, holding up one of the pieces of onigiri to his mouth and softly biting into it. There was a certain nostalgic feeling, the look of nostalgia in Bokuto’s eyes.

Akaashi wondered if the person he reminded Bokuto of was the man who gave him Hanahaki, but only for a second.

“Gray,” a quick and empty response. If Akaashi was honest, he hadn’t truly put much thought into his favorite color. That seemed to be such a narrow-minded decision, to have a passionate opinion on… a color. Most of his stuff was white, black, or gray. A lot of his furniture was on the monochromatic level, so Akaashi figured his favorite color could be gray. “Yours?”

“Purple,” again, Bokuto answered almost immediately, though he seemed much happier with his response. “Yeah, it’s cool and calming, with some flair. Purple has personality, so that’s why I like purple.” Ah, it appeared Bokuto had a reasoning much better than simply being the color of most furniture.

They continued to talk, though it appeared as time went on, Bokuto dominated more and more of the conversation with each passing minute. Again, Akaashi did not mind; he was content to listen. Favorite colors, to favorite sports, until Bokuto started ranting about his volleyball days. Akaashi liked that conversation in particular.

“Are you alright? Dr. ‘Kaashi? You’re shivering.”

“Am I?” Akaashi suddenly became self-conscious of himself and the way he held himself, the way he was huddled in on himself, his skin seemingly much more pale than usual. Even he could recognize it. “I suppose it’s a bit colder than usual.” He wasn’t even given much of a moment to respond before Bokuto was taking off his hoodie, handing it to Akaashi.

“You’d think a doctor would be more dressed for the weather. Put it on, you’ll catch something if you get too cold.”

“It’s scientifically proven being out in the cold doesn’t make you sick,” Akaashi rolled his eyes, his hands feeling the fabric against his skin. A soft comforting cotton against his hands far too dry to be considered normal (that’ll be the hand sanitizer). He wouldn’t say Bokuto was right, so he put the hoodie on.

“Yeah, but hypothermia is a very real thing,” Bokuto declared, almost looking as if he was proud of himself. “You do look tired, long day. Maybe go get some sleep, I know how you doctors don’t get enough of that.”

Akaashi chuckled a bit, feeling quite humored. “After that amount of coffee? I wish.”

“So… I’ll see you soon, Dr. Akaashi?” Bokuto raised an eyebrow, burying his hands into his pants pockets. Akaashi felt partially guilty about taking Bokuto’s hoodie, but the other did offer. The only thing worse than taking an offering is rejecting his said offering.

A sudden pang was felt in his chest, his own chest feeling a quick tighten and the need to cough. Akaashi almost panicked, but he felt no petals in his throat. There were no harsh coughs he saw from all his Hanahaki patients, just one cough. The air was dry, he simply needed to clear his throat. “I’m not on the clock right now,” he let out a small smile. “Just Akaashi is quite alright.”

Bokuto simply smiled. “Right, I’ll see you around.”

A part of Akaashi hoped he would not have to see Bokuto again.

He immediately went to his car, feeling the drive home start to drag out much longer. He kept the hoodie on, waddling within its warmth and comfort. Akaashi knew his mind was much foggier than usual, though it appeared he wasn’t getting lost in his thoughts, he was simply aching. Aching all over, physically and mentally. Humans were social animals; perhaps all the isolation other than work was catching up to him.

He sat on his couch and soon enough, Akaashi fell asleep into a fitful slumber.

~

The first thing Akaashi had noticed when he woke up was how much he regretted doing so in the first place. His mind was swimming, drowning in one of the worst headaches of his life. He could hardly keep himself upright as he sat up and while his face felt heated and flushed, the rest of his body was shivering beyond control. While his throat was only slightly scratchy the day before, he woke up with a burning soreness in his throat and all around, a not good feeling.

Even worse, he was too delusional to even assess how this may affect him at work.

Faintly, he could see Nariko begging him to sit down, to let the dizziness subside and just call in sick, but that wasn’t correct. Akaashi Keiji didn’t get sick, not since he was in a hospital and for the wrong reason. It was just- his mind was making sense since he found himself in his car, dressed and ready for work despite the cat’s concerns. His nose was plugged, and any logic left in his brain knew he was clearly congested and in no shape for work, yet here Akaashi was, slowly but surely driving to the clinic. The drive felt inconsistent as his vision became filled with spots until he hardly managed to park in the parking lot, hardly self-conscious of his idiocy.

It didn’t make sense, it didn’t make sense, it didn’t make-

A sharp cough ran through his body as he stumbled trying to reach for the door handle, his hand dropping as his body fell against the door. Any logic he may have had was nonexistent as he blinked a few times, tears pouring from his eyes. Moments like these reminded him where the coldness of his heart had led him, alone in his car, feverishly delirious. Akaashi should have stayed home, but he didn’t and now he needed help before he passed out in his car.

Help.

Sugawara was always there for him; the doctor would surely already be at the clinic and would know where to find him. Weakly, Akaashi reached for his phone with shaky hands as he felt his conscious slipping away from him. Sugawara Koushi, he went to type the doctor’s personal name into the contact search, knowing that in his fevered state, it would easier to find it.

Kou…shi.

He tapped the call icon and let it ring, thankful for the immediate answer. Akaashi could faintly hear the words of wondering what the purpose of such an early call was, his brain filling in the blanks. “Help, I’m in the clinic parking lot,” another panicked cough rocked his entire being as he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to shake away the tears which felt frigid against his obviously burning skin. “I’m going to pass out… please hurry-” his breath hitched as he opened his eyes, only for his surroundings to go white before darkness took over him.

Akaashi opened his eyes once, feeling himself in the strong arms of his rescuer but even a moment as comforting as this was drowned out by a feverish guilt and a burning in lungs which traumatized him. It wasn’t Hanahaki, that much was obvious as his touch-starved mind led him to nestle closer into his chest while being carried and ignoring the words from Sugawara that he could not hear, but the idea of being so ill, so weak, traumatized him.

Akaashi opened his eyes again, and the first thing he took note of was the soft black blanket he was covered by. There were letters on it, but Akaashi didn’t care to open up the blanket which kept him so comfortable and so warm just to read what they said. The second thing he noticed was where he slept. It was not his bed, or his couch, or anywhere near a place that was familiar. This was not Sugawara’s home either, as a slight panic rose in his throat. The third thing he noticed? He felt better. Not perfect, far from normal even. Actually, he hardly felt better at all. However, he was not on the verge of collapse anymore and while his throat burned and his voice was royally shot, he could take in his surroundings and hope he was not kidnapped.

The fourth thing he noticed was the hacking coughs which most likely woke him up going off in the distance, coughs which did not belong to him. Slowly, Akaashi sat up and looked at the house, seeing a tall built figure in the distance coughing petals into the sink. The man had his spiked hair with dark streaks as a pit formed in Akaashi’s stomach. Holy shit, I was kidnapped.

It was now clear that Akaashi was not in Sugawara’s house. This had to be some fever dream, a figment of his imagination. It’s true, he must be dying and Akaashi being in a house he does not have any memory of while seeing Bokuto must a be a twisted hallucination from his fever being so high. Maybe Bokuto drugged his coffee, and now he’s been kidnapped never to see the light of day. No, that couldn’t be it. Bokuto was so kind, he wouldn’t hurt Akaashi. Right?

“You’re awake, about time.” Akaashi looked up to see Bokuto with a cup of tea, him kneeling down and handing Akaashi the cup. “You had me worried, ‘Kaashi. You had a fever way too close to be needing the hospital when I found you.”

“What?” The only word Akaashi could say before a sudden cough burned his throat, the fit quickly clearing up when Bokuto rubbed soft circles on his back. Akaashi eyed the tea and drank a bit, melting into the taste. His eyes widened as he reached into his pocket and thankfully still having his phone (meaning he wasn’t kidnapped!) and looking into his recent call history. There it was, Bokuto Koutarou as his latest call, right when he passed out. That wasn’t right, he swore he called Sugawara. He even typed his first name; Koushi.

Oh.

Sugawara Koushi and Bokuto Koutarou.

Koushi and Koutarou.

His brain started shutting down before he finished typing the whole name, Akaashi recalls. Kou and Kou. His face burned a bright red in embarrassment as he realized he had called the wrong person, how Bokuto always seemed to find a way to see him as more than just a doctor. “I’m so sorry,” Akaashi whispered as loud as he could, the only way to make his voice heard. “I meant to call someone else- god that’s bad,” he shook his head, the words slowly dying into the air.

“Don’t worry about it, Akaashi,” Bokuto laid a hand on Akaashi’s shoulder, a bittersweet smile on his face, Akaashi could swear. “Don’t talk too much, your voice sounds awful. Let me take your temperature again, alright?” Before Akaashi could even protest, Bokuto was digging into the kitchen cupboards looking for the thermometer. Again? Akaashi thought to himself, trying to clear his head. When did Bokuto take it the first time? Am I that out of it? The feeling was odd for Akaashi, oddly domestic. He was the doctor, he was always the one taking care of others because of work, never personally. However, Bokuto was taking care of him personally, with his heart and all.

Akaashi’s heart melted at the kind gesture. If he wasn’t so out of it, he would take notice of the tears forming in his eyes threatening to pour. Bokuto came back with a forehead scanning thermometer in hand, kneeling down, holding it near Akaashi’s forehead. “Are you okay, Dr. Akaashi?” Bokuto sighed, using his free hand to wipe the tears which Akaashi had just realized existed. “Alright, 38.9. At least it’s lower!” Bokuto shrugged as slight horror set in Akaashi’s heart.

“38.9? That’s… really bad,” Akaashi whispered. 102 degrees Fahrenheit type of bad, and he doesn’t want to imagine what it was before. It was a habit he built when he first returned from the United States to Japan. One of his quirks, he always associated any form of metric temperature as its unit counterpart. Even after he could safely say he spent the most of his medical life in Japan, he would always remember the units the rest of the world clowned on the United States for.

Look at Akaashi, he’s getting lost in his thoughts again.

“It was over 39 when I first got you, I didn’t know if I had to take you to the hospital or not,” Bokuto admitted, a bit shy. “I didn’t, but it lowered pretty soon so I guess that’s good!”

“You’re silly,” Akaashi found himself comfortable, smiling at Bokuto’s antics. For once, he accepted Bokuto’s help, welcomed it even. He did not treat the pulling feeling of longing as a sensation from hell, but he embraced it as he pulled the blanket close to him. The softness of the fabric soothed his pain as he breathed in the smell of home. “It’s soft.”

Perhaps it was the fever talking, but this place felt more like home than his apartment in the corner of the sky had felt in a very long time.

Bokuto grinned and sat on the arm of the couch, Akaashi leaning against his leg. “That right there, exclusive MSBY Jackals merch. The blankets and hoodies were always my favorite, and they sold well. Too bad the blankets got discontinued,” Akaashi watched as Bokuto moved his arm, almost aiming to hold Akaashi, before hesitating and laying his arm to the side. “So, um… if you’re more aware, I could drive you back to your apartment and-”

“No!” Akaashi almost shouted before he burst into another flurry of coughs, Bokuto patting his back. Stings of life electrified Akaashi’s entire core, his brain starting to fog up again. Oh my God, what am I doing? Akaashi cleared his throat, looking up to gaze at Bokuto’s face flushed red. “Can… I stay? Just until the fever is closer to 38?” As long as it’s closer to 101.

That was Akaashi’s logic. He should stay because he can’t be left alone with such a high fever. All within a moment, Bokuto nodded eagerly. “Yeah, of course. Say, what if I made you something? Soup? Sick people eat soup, don’t they?”

Akaashi raised an eyebrow at the sentence. “You can cook?” He means it as kindly as he can, but he didn’t take Bokuto as someone able to coup. Granted, most people didn’t take a doctor such as himself as someone who could cook anything above a bowl of ramen, yet here they were.

“Of course, I can! However, you are the doctor, Akaashi. Sick people need soup, don’t they?” Bokuto asked, and Akaashi could swear the look in Bokuto’s eyes was familiar.

Akaashi paused, laying down on the couch again. He was sick, he admitted it. Bokuto, his patient, was taking care of him. The latter would take much more getting use to before it set in. “I guess so,” his brain was too foggy as Akaashi could physically feel his emotional walls starting to fall. “…Could I just- be a patient today?” No doctor responsibilities, no looming stress from Hanahaki or Hanahajou, just rest. It appeared Akaashi needed it much more than he realized.

“Yeah, of course.”

For once, Akaashi was grateful that the timeline of his life seemed to land in his favor, him having the weekend to rest without missing too much work and to hopefully be recovered enough to head back in on Monday, especially since he knows fully well the clinic needs him with their Hanahaki rush. He had spent most of Saturday asleep, ordering food in, and keeping the hoodie Bokuto had given him the day prior.

It felt like home.

It was Sunday now, and his fever had finally broken, only leaving him with a few coughs and fatigue, even though he’s been doing nothing but sleeping. Valentine’s day, not that Akaashi celebrated it. He did a wish a happy valentine’s day to his coworkers, surely enjoying the fact that the day landed on a weekend so they could spend the day with their lovers. Akaashi eyed the door to his apartment, closed. Nariko was sitting with him, mewing softly as her owner stroked her fur.

He faintly remembers Bokuto’s address, no- he clearly remembers the address. He remembers it because he thought he got kidnapped, that’s why he remembered Bokuto’s address. No other reason, he was just worried about his own safety. Akaashi supposed a gift of gratitude was in order. At least with it being Valentine’s Day, Akaashi could take advantage of the sales for personal deliveries. He wasn’t too sure what was causing him to be so compassionate, it just felt right.

Maybe because he had taken a liking to Bokuto. The former volleyball player seemed nice, caring, and considerate. It was only right to return the favor.

~

“Delivery for Bokuto Koutarou?”

Bokuto was sitting in his house, watching television, and occasionally pausing it to get rid of the flowers he happened to cough up. Valentine’s day seemed to increase the longing feeling he tried so hard to get rid of, but to no avail. He wasn’t expecting a delivery; he typically waited until after Valentine’s Day to get chocolates anyways. “Er, yes. That’s me.”

“A delivery from Mr. Akaashi Keiji. I’ll leave it here,” a medium-sized gift box, wrapped in purple with a white ribbon. A delivery from Akaashi? Before Bokuto could even question the validity of the package, the delivery man was leaving his doorstep. Bokuto cleared his throat, bringing the box inside and opening it slowly. Inside was a smaller box of chocolates and a small green plant. With both of the two gifts, a small note Bokuto knew fully well as Akaashi’s handwriting.

I did my best to avoid flowers. Here is a plant and the chocolates you said you liked for your troubles. Thank you for taking care of me. From, Akaashi.

It would be a lie to say Bokuto did not cry.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #doctor hanahaki #bokuaka #sickfic #hanahaki #akaashi keiji #haikyuu akaashi #Lili's Fanfictions #ao3 fanfic #bokuto koutarou

[hyperdragon24calm]

Haikyuu SickFic

Sick/Sad : Iwaizumi

Caregiver : Kageyama

Soft, wholesome, puking, overworking.

×

Iwaizumi was always picking up after other people, always cleaning up others' mess and troubles.

He never got a break for himself, never had any time to take care of his own needs.

" Hey Iwa-Chan! I need help! "

Oikawa called out to Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi sighed. He was in the middle of his own assignment when Oikawa called him. He dropped his pencil and groaned.

" Just give me a minute! "

Iwaizumi replied. He got up from his desk and went to Oikawa.

" What? "

" I need help with this question, please, Iwa! "

Iwaizumi sighed, and one another, every team member was asking for help from Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi was going back and forth, and by the time he got back to his own work, he was exhausted and fell asleep.

When Iwaizumi woke up, he had to rush his assignment and head to school to hand in the paper.

Iwaizumi, of course, did not get the high score that he wanted. Everyone else on his team did.

" Damn... "

Iwaizumi muttered under his breath, sighing in defeat as he scrunched up his paper.

" Screw this. "

Iwaizumi scoffed, throwing the paper away. Oikawa went to Iwa.

" Iwa! What did you get? "

" Go away, Oikawa, I'm not in the mood. "

Iwa said. Oikawa pouted.

" Don't be rude, Iwa! Come on. Time for practice. "

Kawa said, crossing his arms and scoffing at how rude Iwa was being.

" I'm not going to practice today. I'm going for a walk. "

Iwa said.

" You have to come!! "

Iwaizumi groans.

" Seriously?! Just give me some space, please! "

Iwa yelled at Kawa.

" Oh jeez, so rude. Don't worry about coming to practice. We don't need you. "

Kawa said, and he walked away.

Iwaizumi sighed as he decided to go for a long walk. He didn't even know where he was going. He just walked and walked.

He didn't realise he had walked to the Karasuno school district. He looked at the surroundings.

Kageyama was walking to his house when he noticed Iwaizumi was looking around almost lost.

" Iwaizumi? "

Kageyama questioned out loud. Iwaizumi looked at Kageyama.

" Kageyama? "

Iwaizumi questioned.

" Oh, hello, Kageyama. Jeez, I had no idea how far I walked. "

Iwaizumi said, sighing as he crossed his arms.

" Heh, what brings you here all alone? "

Kageyama asks.

" Oh... I just needed a break. Everyone was just... too much. I couldn't handle the stress. "

Iwaizumi said. Kageyama frowned.

" I'm sorry to hear that. "

" I failed an assignment! Everyone needed my help, and I failed! Because I had to rush!! "

Iwaizumi unloaded, and he sounded stressed out.

" Oh, Iwaizumi, I'm sorry. "

Kageyama placed a hand on Iwaizumi's shoulder.

" You should take a break for yourself. "

" But I can't, I have to help everyone... "

Iwaizumi muttered, Kageyama frowned.

" You don't, though. Iwaizumi, you need to take care of yourself. Have you ever had any time for yourself? "

Kageyama asked, holding Iwaizumi's hand.

" No.... anytime I'm sick, I won't bother taking care of myself... I just ignore the sickness. "

He says sadly, holding Kageyama's hand tightly.

" I just want someone to take care of me... y'know?? "

He said, inhaling a deep breath as he let go of Kageyama's hand.

" I should get back... goodbye, Kageyama. "

Kageyama nods.

" You have my number, just call me, okay? "

Iwaizumi nods, and he walks away.

A few months passed, and Iwaizumi did not listen. He kept helping everyone and not taking care of himself.

Iwaizumi woke up one morning feeling sweaty and horrid. They had a practice match with Karasuno today, but he couldn't take the day off.

Iwaizumi struggled out of his bed, and his stomach churned, Iwaizumi swallowed thickly as watery acid rose up his throat.

" Ngh.. "

Iwaizumi forced himself to get dressed and eat. Today wasn't a class day, just a practice day. An early practice match against Karasuno.

He struggled through the morning before he made his way to school by bus. His body was sweaty and warm, and his palms clammy, his mouth was dry as.

Iwaizumi arrived at the gym, already late for warm-ups.

" Where have you been, Iwaizumi?! Jeez, so late! "

Kawa complained. Iwaizumi had no strength to talk back or make any remarks. He just hobbled over to the team.

Karasuno is arriving very soon. The team had to do some more warm-ups, spiking, and serving drills.

" Iwaizumi, pick up the pace! You are so slow!! "

Kawa spat, Iwaizumi sighed, groaning as his body was covered in a layer of sweat.

The Karasuno Team arrived.

" Great King!! "

Hinata said cheerfully as he ran to Kawa and hugged him.

Iwaizumi wiped his head with a damp cloth. His breathing was ragged and shallow, Iwaizumi struggled to catch his breath as he gulped down a heap of water to coat his throat that was dry.

Iwaizumi immediately regretted gulping down that amount of water. He felt nauseous and sick. He could feel the watery liquid rising up his throat.

Iwaizumi quickly ran out of the gym. Nobody noticed except Kageyama. Kageyama noticed the pale greenish hue on Iwaizumi's face.

Kageyama followed Iwaizumi out of the gym, Iwaizumi was leaned over a bush, watery liquid spilled from his mouth.

Kageyama rushed over to Iwaizumi.

" Iwaizumi, oh gosh... "

Iwaizumi coughed wetly, his legs shaking as he struggled to keep himself upright. His legs were trying to hold all his upper body weight, and he was so weak.

Kageyama held Iwaizumi, trying to take some weight off of Iwaizumi.

" You're okay, I'm right here. "

Kageyama rubbed Iwaizumi's back, and Iwaizumi heaved up more liquid from his mouth, his stomach convulsing.

" Oh fuck... "

Iwaizumi muttered, he eventually got a break. They heard other team members come outside.

" Come on, Iwaizumi, let's get you to the bathroom. "

Kageyama said.

" Oi! Iwaizumi, come back inside! You have warm-ups to do! "

Kawa yelled.

Kageyama glared at Kawa.

" He won't be doing any warm-ups. Iwaizumi is sick. I'm taking him home. "

Kageyama spat, absolutely appalled by Kawa's behaviour as he helped Iwaizumi stand up and took him to the bathroom.

Iwaizumi's legs trembled.

" K-Kageyama... "

Iwaizumi faltered with his words. He was so exhausted and burning up badly.

" I... don't... "

Iwaizumi was stopped by more liquid rising up his throat. He jerked forward and gagged.

Kageyama helped Iwaizumi over one of the sinks.

" Sshhh, don't try speaking. You are too sick. "

Kageyama said soothingly, rubbing Iwa's back and whispering soothing and comforting words.

" I'm right here. "

Kageyama said gently, Iwaizumi heaved up more puke into the sink, sweat drops rolling down his head as he trembled.

Soon, Iwaizumi got a break. He felt only a little bit better. He didn't feel like he would vomit anymore, so that was a good sign for him. He hated the feeling.

" Kag... I want to go home. "

Kageyama nods.

" I know. I'm going to take you home now, okay? "

Kageyama said. Kageyama cleaned up Iwaizumi and helped him home, Kageyama knew where Iwaizumi lived since one day Iwaizumi needed some company.

Kageyama opened the door with the spare key, and he helped Iwaizumi inside the house.

" We are home, Iwaizumi. "

Iwaizumi let out a small groan. He was so exhausted, and he just wanted to rest now, Kageyama placed him on the couch.

" Kageyama... hold me, please. "

Iwaizumi pleaded softly. He was in such a vulnerable, weak state that he just needed someone there to hold him and take care of him.

" I'm here, Iwaizumi, I'm going to take good care of you. "

Kageyama assured as he sat on the couch and pulled Iwaizumi into his embrace, holding Iwaizumi close and taking off Iwaizumi's shirt.

" You are burning hot. I'm going to get you a damp towel. For your head. "

Kageyama went to the bathroom and wet a cloth. He went back to Iwaizumi, who was already asleep.

Kageyama placed the damp wash cloth on Iwaizumi's head and held him close, keeping Iwaizumi company and taking care of him.

×

End of chapter. May make a second part!

Words : 1335

#haikyuu #kageyama tobio #iwaizumi hajime #sickfic #fluff #wholesome

[emeto-secret-agent]

Sicktember Day 6

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Fandom: H.aikyuu

Characters: Yamaguchi and Tsukishima

Illness: Common Cold

Warning: -

Time skip Tsukkiyama, kinda ooc but we love a messy emotional wreck Tsukki

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‘Do you want another blanket?’

‘Yes please, I’m so freaking cold.’

‘The meds should kick in soon and then you’ll feel better a little.’

‘I’ll feel better when you finally come here.’

‘A moment please!’ laughed Yamaguchi as he walked back to the living room, a big and fluffy blanket resting in his arms. ‘I got the one with the barosaurus’.’

‘And this is why I love you.’ lifted his head up Tsukishima with a tired smile, his raspy voice full of love. Yamaguchi smiled back at him, gently folding the blanket out and placing it on his sick boyfriend, who as an answer moved away a little, indicating that he wished for Yamaguchi to climb next to him on the couch. And how could Yams refuse his partner's pleading eyes, waiting for his hug? So the other man climbed under the blankets too and wrapped his arms around Tsukki who buried his face into Yamaguchi’s chest.

‘How’re you feeling?’ asked Yamaguchi putting his hands against the blonde’s forehead about the millionth time that day, but Tsukishima leaned into the touch with the same relief. He hated to admit it but he was so touch starved all his life and now when he had permission to get everything from Yamaguchi, he couldn’t get enough. His sickness made him even clingier as if his partner was the only medicine for every one of his problems.

‘Like shit.’ answered Tsukishima, face still buried into Yamaguchi’s shirt.

‘Your fever hasn’t gotten worse, so that’s good. But we’re slowly running out of candy for your throat, I should buy soon a new pack.’

‘Don’t leave me…’

The hug tightened around Yamaguchi’s waist and the smaller man softly chuckled and patted Tsukki’s damp hair.

‘I didn’t say I’d go right now silly. I’m probably gonna do it tomorrow since I have to buy some food as well.’

‘Hm, alright… But don’t leave me, okay? Never.’

‘I’d never do such a thing. I love you Kei.’

‘You promise?’

‘I promise.’

A faint smile sat on Yamaguchi’s face as he pressed a kiss on his boyfriend’s head. He didn’t even care that he could get sick from him, hell he probably was going to catch his cold, but Yamaguchi wanted to shower his love with affection. He knew how emotional could Tsukki get from fevers, and he had the luck to experience this case since their childhood numerous times. Tsukishima even confessed his feelings for him when he was helping him to get home after he came down with a high fever during practice. His hazy and lovesick eyes were a sight he won’t ever forget.

‘I… I know I can be really rude and mean, even to you Tadashi, but… But I love you and I don’t want you to leave me…’

‘Oh love, I would never leave you because of this. We’ve been friends since we were little kids, I know your personality better than everyone and I choose to love you like this.’

‘Tadashi…’

Tsukishima was now looking up at him with teary eyes and a messy nose, the fever getting the best of him and Yamaguchi’s kind words were the last straw. Tears started to roll down his cheeks and pressed his messy face to his boyfriend's neck, who could feel the fluids wetting his skin and quickly reached for a tissue.

‘I love you so much Tadashi, I really don’t deserve you…’

‘Oh, don’t say that, I love you too. Now please turn your head this way a little, you’re soaking my shirt.’

After a loud round of nose blowing, an accidentally triggered coughing fit and more loving soft words, Tsukki finally calmed down. The medicine and crying took out a lot of his energy so now he was laying on Yamaguchi’s chest, completely leaning into the other boy’s touch, legs, and hands wrapped in an unbelievable maze under the blankets. Tsukki quietly yawned, his hot breath tickling Yamaguchi’s skin.

‘Want to take a nap?’

‘Mhm.’

‘Good idea, you’ll get better much sooner if you sleep a lot. And I could use some rest too.’

Tsukki snuggled closer to his boyfriend, feeling completely safe and loved in his arms.

‘Good night Tadashi…’

‘Good night Kei.’

#sicktember 2022 #h.aikyuu #sick tsukki #haikyuu sickfic #i love them sm your honor

[i-just-want-to-throw-up]

Sugawara sickfic

Tw: emeto, non-graphic diarrhea

Sugawara didn't get sick often, but he wasn't the kind of person who got sick only once in his life. In general, Suga was ordinary. During flu seasons, he could get sick, or he could bypass the virus. But at the same time he could get sick in the summer, so... being sick was not unusual in his life.

Therefore, when Suga woke up from a suffocating pain in his stomach, he was not surprised. Well... maybe a little. The boy felt his stomach churning and seemed to growl piteously at him, trying to digest what he apparently did not like at all.

Sugawara groaned through clenched teeth, wrapped his arms around his stomach and curled up in bed, crawling on the white sheets. His hair was disheveled from sleep, and Sugawara slowly put his hand to his forehead so as not to upset his already agitated stomach. There is no temperature. So it's just indigestion or poisoning.

"Well, it could have been worse," Sugawara thought, but at the same moment his stomach painfully contracted, and the boy hissed in pain.

School and training were out of the question.

Parents will be either late in the evening or in the morning - their schedule was tightly packed, so Suga could not count on someone else's help.

He had to write to Daichi that he wasn't coming... But the fear that it would bring even more pain took up.

His stomach let out another gurgle, forcing his arms to tighten into a ring around him. Sugawaru felt bad. It looks like it's a pretty strong case of food poisoning. What did he eat so bad yesterday?

Overpowering himself, Sugawaru somehow reached for the phone on the bedside table and wrote a short "I won't come" to Daichi, dropped it on the pillow.

From such a small movement, his sensitive stomach rose, and Sugawara felt a metallic taste before bile splashed onto his tongue and filled his mouth. Suga's pupils narrowed convulsively, and the boy swallowed a disgusting mess from fear and unwillingness to spoil the bed linen. Nausea settled in my stomach like an unpleasant lump. His stomach rumbled angrily and for a long time, as if warning him that he would regret what he had done later. But Suga didn't care - he was overcome by a sharp drowsiness.

The last thing he remembered was a stomach ache and a white sheet.

***

Sugawara was jerked out of his sleep by a low gurgling sound coming from his stomach. It wasn't like all the sounds before, it sounded low and rumbling. A strong cramp went through his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs, and Sugawara understood.

He jumped up abruptly, ignoring the nausea rising in his body, and hurried to the bathroom - his stomach was making a heart-rending noise, and his brain was screaming about danger.

In the bathroom, Sugawara allowed himself to exhale with relief, take off his pants and sit on the toilet. His stomach was tense and sore-very sore. A low gurgle escaped from his stomach again and he rumbled loudly, filling the bathroom with sound. Sugawara clutched his swollen stomach, hissing painfully and bending almost in half. His stomach rumbled, gurgled and literally growled, writhing under his fingers. My God, what did he eat?.. The only thing that came to mind was ice cream from a cafe where he wandered by pure chance.

"I will never come there again...", Sugawaru thought as his stomach made another piercing sound. The boy was very ill.

And it was at this moment that he felt a rancid taste on his tongue, rising again from the bottom of his body.

Sugawaru groaned out loud, frantically searching for a trash can in the vicinity.

When the bucket was found, he stared at its bottom and waited in the wings. He had already come to terms with the fact that cleansing from one end of his body was not enough.

I didn't have to wait long. His stomach heaved as bile and yesterday's food filled Sugi's mouth mixed with saliva. Sugawara spat a stream of thick, beige-colored vomit with green streaks into the bucket. His stomach felt terrible. He was still gurgling low, warningly, so that Suga would definitely not dare to get up from the toilet for the next couple of hours, and the vomiting was making its way to his throat again, not giving the boy a break. Sugawara vomited again, already watery slime, and he already felt empty, as his stomach painfully rumbled, starting to clear again.

"This will never end..." whimpered Sugawara.

It took about half an hour when Sugawara was finally able to let go of the bucket and flush the toilet. He was still sick and his stomach hurt terribly, but at least he could get out of the bathroom for more than three seconds before returning to the accompaniment of a loud rumbling stomach.

Sugawara, taking a bucket with him, lay down on the bed and relaxed as much as his condition allowed. He should have gone and taken his medicine, drinking water along the way, but he didn't have the strength left. And when his stomach rumbled low again, finally without the urge to go to the toilet, he didn't care at all.

#haikyuu!! #sugawara koushi #sickfic #emeto fic #stomach growling #stomach ache #sick sugawara

[animebaby00]

I Call Bullshit (Sick! Shoyo Hinata x Tobio Kageyama) - Part 2 (FINAL)

Part 1

It took a minute to register what exactly occurred, as no one on the court took any remote action to move or speak. Bodies were stiff, eyes were unblinking, the sound of voices and thundering footsteps were at zero. 

It was so deathly quiet. The pin drop silence that was uncomfortable in any circumstance, no matter what it was. Even Coach Ukai was stunned, as was Takeda, for their documents and clip boards had fallen to the ground amidst the chaos, forgotten as they continued to stand on the side of the court in shock. Yachi and Kiyoko were no better from their spots by the gym’s entrance, fingers curled around the handles of tubs filled with towels and water bottles. 

Kageyma blinked once. Twice. Unsure if what he was looking at was real. 

The body on the floor. Unmoving. Splayed out under the net. Almost no better than a corpse. 

But then, he heard it. They all did.

“H-hng…”

The single groan from the ginger haired highschooler. A simple, guttural sound. Almost inaudible.

And it sent everyone in the room into a fit of panic. 

“HINATA!”

In one, huge rush, everyone was running towards him, including Kageyama. His adrenaline induced pace made it so he was the first one to collapse by the spiker’s side, his knees throbbing from the impact of how hard they hit the floor of the court. But he didn’t give a damn, far too worried and tongue tied as he tried to maneuver the sweaty head of his boyfriend to rest in his lap. 

He placed both, shaking hands under Hinata’s scalp and carefully lifted it, taking care not to jostle him too much despite his nerves. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sugawara assisting him, as he had been the second closest to him on the court next to Daichi. They both shifted Hinata’s middle and lower body so that he was laying flat instead of on his side, making it that much easier to adjust his head properly. 

The echo of several footsteps made Kageyama raise his head even more as he caught sight of Coach Ukai and Takeda jogging up to the scene,

But instead of Hinata, Coach Ukai had his eyes set solely on Tanaka. 

“What the hell happened?!” he barked, and Tanaka raised his hands in defense. 

“I-I have no idea! He just asked me to set for him and I did! Then when he jumped for it, he fell!”

With a click of his tongue, Ukai turned to Kiyoko and Yachi, brows furrowed and serious.

“Kiyoko, get some water. Yachi, get the nurse. Tell her to come right away.”

Both nodded curtly with Yachi adding a stuttered. “R-right!” before her legs took her in a sprint out the door of the gym. 

“Is he breathing?”

Kageyama looked to his left, Takeda now next to him. He swallowed thickly. 

“Y-yeah. His chest is rising so…”

He trailed off after that, gaze falling once again to Hinata’s face. 

There was a new sheen of sweat glistening on the skin of his forehead with droplets trickling down his temples and the sides of his cheeks. So with a gentle hand, Kageyama swiped the sticky orange bangs to the side only to immediately recoil a second after. 

His forehead was absolutely scalding. 

"I need a cold towel." The setter murmured, "He's burning up." 

Takeda nodded and stood, "You got it." 

Kageyama's eyes didn't leave their spot even as Takeda disappeared from his side, only his ears working to decipher his surroundings. 

Now prepared, he resumed his actions from before and gently carded Hinata's soaked hair from his forehead. 

"You moron…" he thought, "Why didn't you say anything?" 

Then, as if he was psychic, Hinata's body twitched in reaction, his face scrunching ever so slightly and it made Kageyama's eyes widen.

"Hinata? Hey, are you with me?"

Another, barely audible groan emitted from the small male’s mouth, his eyelids fluttering, before his eyes opened into thin slits, the brightness of the room more than likely too much for him to handle. His lips then parted, uttering out a broken,

“Kage…yama…?” 

The black haired male sighed in relief, “Thank god. Do you have any idea how much you-”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish, caught completely off guard as Hinata shifted his body off to the side, thin, sweaty arms pathetically trying to pick himself up off the ground. But Kageyama was much stronger and only had to keep a hand on the spiker’s waist to keep him down.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” he lectured incredulously, “ Don’t tell me you still think you're fine enough to….uh…Hinata?”

Instead of standing like Kageyama thought he was going to, the trembling male stayed put in his half bent position on the floor, body supported by his elbow and side. His breathing was growing staggered, completely different compared to a few seconds ago, and it made Kageyma’s brow crease with worry. 

“Hey, calm down okay?” he muttered softly, “ Everything is going to be fine. Yachi should be back soon with the-”

“....M’gonna be sick…”

Kageyama leaned in a bit closer to the boy’s side, all the commotion making it too difficult to hear. 

“What?” 

“...N-need ..b-bathroom…”

“Hinata, you need to speak up, okay? I can’t hear you.” There was a little bit of growing panic and irritability in Kageyama’s voice now, but he tried to keep it toned down, aware that it wouldn't help anything, “What do you need?” 

But alas, it was clear he wouldn’t need an explanation from the male, because before he knew it, Hinata had hunched himself further over on the floor, arms gripping his stomach. The tanned color of his face drained to white, then a sickly shade of green, cheeks puffing up at an inhuman pace. There was no time to get him outside, no time to get a bucket. Because all it took was a groan and a single heave before a stream of watery bile ejected from Hinata’s mouth and onto the floor. It splashed into a large pool at his knees, only threatening to spread farther as his body convulsed in a violent shudder, weakening his trembling arms so much that he almost fell face forward. Any remote feeling of anger or irritation was forgotten the moment Kageyama saw it and he rushed forward to support the sick male as best he could, taking his shoulders into his palms to hold him steady. 

“Shit…Someone get me a towel!”

Luckily, Asahi, Sugawara, and Daichi were still close by enough to see what had just happened, as well as Tadashi and Tsukishima. The former three nodded and hastily made their way to one of the bins Kiyoko had brought in earlier while the latter two seemed to be heading to the supply closet in search of a bucket and mop.

Content that the situation was fully being aided, Kageyama could now fully put all his focus on the shaking male in front of him. He moved one of his hands to the ginger’s back and began to rub soft circles against the thin material of his jersey, completely drenched with sweat. 

“It’s okay Hinata.” he soothed, “…You’re okay...I’ve got you.”

“Mmh…Kage…MMPH!”

Another gasped groan emitted from Hinata’s quaking body, his lips pursing like he wanted to say something more, but Kageyama merely hushed him, shaking his head. 

“Don’t talk now okay…just…try and breathe.”

And he did, only the breaths came broken and fast, and he was only allowed three of them before he was heaving again as another stream of sick spilled from his lips and onto the floor. 

He coughed wetly and another one followed. 

And another. 

And another.

Kageyama grimaced with each one, as he never really dealt with people who were sick too often so he wasn’t completely sure what to do. If anything, Hinata was probably the first person he had witnessed throw up that was actually close to him in exception for young classmates in elementary school that never had much impact. Everyone and everything else had been a simple cold or seasonal allergies. But even despite the lack of exposure, it didn’t gross him out at all. It was a normal, bodily function.

However, this was the first time Hinata had been actually sick sick. Not from nerves or stress or from being in a cramped, hot bus or car. So though it was sort of familiar, it was also very new at the same time, and with his best intent in mind, Kageyama silently thought back to what his mother would do for him whenever he wasn’t feeling well. 

Hand on the back, soft words, fingers delicately carding the bothersome bangs from the male’s face. He had every aspect checked off. The logical ones that is, because even he could see that a pudding cup or a bowl of sweet ice cream or yogurt wouldn’t do any good right now. 

Thankfully, it seemed that the worst of it was slowly starting to subside. No longer was there large amounts of vomit pooling onto the floor in violent splatters as they were now replaced with breathy swallows and dry heaves. Still not entirely better, but it relieved Kageyama that Hinata must have been close to empty now. 

Despite his small frame, there was…quite a bit of a mess, and it made Kageyama wonder if Hinata had actually gotten sick during lunch or not, possibly only residing within because of what he could only imagine as horrible bouts of nausea. He must have felt absolutely horrible so it was a great puzzle as to how he pushed through for so long. 

 However, that wasn’t important right now. 

As Kageyama continued his ministrations towards the ill male, everything else slowly came into place. Asahi, Sugawara, and Daichi returned with towels, Tadashi and Tsukishima with the bucket and mop, Kiyoko with some water, Takeda with the wet cloth, and finally, Yachi with the nurse. Nearby, Coach Ukai, Tanaka, and everyone else were cleaning up the court for the day, and nodded off to the side upon Yachi’s return. 

By that time, Hinata’s stomach had finally calmed and he was back to laying on Kageyama’s lap, breathless and eyes half lidded with the cool towel on his forehead to help his fever. 

“Mmmmh…Kage…yama…d-don’t feel well….”

“I know…but just hold on okay? The nurse is here to help you.” 

He was tempted to add a snarky, “This wouldn’t have happened if you had said something you dumbass.” but decided against it. The lecturing could wait until later. 

With the atmosphere quieting down some, Hinata found his body and mind drifting. His eyes were growing heavy, dots lining his vision. All he could register was the quiet mumbling of his teammates, the voice of an older sounding female, and the hard feeling of the volleyball court against his stiff muscles with Kageyama’s voice being the last thing he heard before he promptly knocked out cold. 

~~~~~

It was hours later when Hinata finally woke up, his groggy, sickened state making it that much harder for him to figure out what had happened and where he was. 

When he blinked open his eyes, he first thing noticed that he was no longer in the gym at school. The surrounding area was pretty dark, luminated by a deep orange hue coming from what he could make out as a window. It was quiet with no big, bright lights, no voices, no squeaky footsteps. Nothing. 

The second thing he noticed was how warm he was. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of warm. There was a sense of softness laying across his body and tucked right up to the center of his chest, keeping him at a stable temperature. And when he blinked, he could feel a coolness upon his head that was acting as a regulator to keep everything balanced. 

And the third thing he noticed was the comforting squeeze of…something around his hand. 

Using the other that wasn’t occupied, he rubbed at his eyes, ridding them of sleep gunk and peered to his left to find Kageyama staring back at him, blue eyes turned hazel from the setting sun. 

“Mmm…Kageyama…? “What’aryou doing here?” He muttered, subtly looking from his left to his right, “Where am I…?” 

“You're at home.” he stated simply, “I decided to come with you after what happened.”

Hinata furrowed his brows. 

After what happened?

Wait…what DID happen? 

All he could recall was being inside the gym. He hadn’t been feeling good all day and then he jumpe  for a spike then fell and then-

Oh. 

Oh no. 

With a grunt, Hinata made to sit up some, rag falling from his head as the newly found bitter taste in his mouth served a friendly reminder of what exactly occurred several hours ago. 

“Kageyama I-”

He stopped as a hiss sounded from his teeth, wave after wave of pain electrocuting every muscle in his body from his toes all the way to his head, throbbing in his temples. 

There was a hand on his chest in an instant, warm and slightly forceful, pushing him backwards. 

“Hey, calm down will ya? You need to lay down.” Kageyama lectured, “You hit the ground pretty hard when you fainted.”

Upon hearing that, Hinata swallowed thickly, and slowly, slowly, laid back down. 

It was a few seconds before he spoke again, only his words were hushed and small. 

“.. I fainted?”

“Mmhm.”

“In the gym?”

“Yeah. You were out of it for a while.”

“Oh…uhm…d-did anything else happen?” 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

Hinata but his lip. Well, guess playing the ‘I don’t remember card wasn’t going to work’. But he should have known better.  

“Listen…Kageyama I’m-”

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

A nervous look casted across Hinata’s features, aware that Kageyama’s calm demeanor was fading. Fast.  

He shifted in his bed, “That’s-”

“If you weren’t feeling well you should have told us.”

“I-”

“You nearly gave everyone a damn heart attack.”

“Would you just-”

“Do you have any idea how worried everyone was? How worried I was ?”

“Okay, okay! I get it!”

“Are you sure? Because you sure aren’t acting like you do !” 

Hinata clenched his fists, anger sizzling and boiling up like lava as he disregarded Kageyama’s previous wishes and sat up again. 

“Would you just let me talk for a second ?!” he bellowed, “I swear you always-ACK!”

He didn’t get a chance to continue, far too confused by what happened next. One moment, Kageyama had been sitting right across from him, brows furrowed and lecturing him like a 4 year old child. But in the next, he had him encompassed his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. 

“...You’re so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid…!” 

Hinata was completely frozen. The desire to explain himself was still present and alive, but this sudden turn of events and emotions had glued his words to the back of his throat. But then in another abrupt, swift motion, he was once again facing Kageyama, shoulders held tightly by callus tipped fingers and sweaty palms. 

The furrow in his brows was now gone, the angry burn in his eyes as well. Now replaced with something that Hinata could only define as fear. With teeth clenched and seethed, the black haired male finally spoke once more.

"Do you have any idea how much you scared me?" 

It came out so pained, so quiet, so shakey…so unlike the Kageyama he knew. And it made Hinata's stomach twist. 

For another moment, it was silent, but then, Hinata grimaced at the feeling of fingers digging slightly deeper into his shoulder. If he was his normal self, the pressure probably wouldn’t have hurt, but the soreness of his body was present everywhere, sensitive even to the lightest touch. 

But he deserved it. Every ounce of it. He put his team through hell and it wasn’t like he wanted to. He just...he just…

“I just wanted to get better…”

Confusion abruptly set itself upon Kageyama's features, morphing his lips into frown.

"What are you talking about ?" 

Y'know...with Spring Nationals coming up." Hinata mumbled, burnt orange orbs shifting to the side, 

"We're gonna be up against some of the best teams so that means we have to practice our absolute hardest no matter what. I can’t waste any time right now. Whatever chance I get, I HAVE to practice anything and everything.”

With a slow exhale, Hinata clenched his fist against the bedsheet, bottom lip teetering between his teeth. 

“This is an important moment for Karasuno and there isn’t anything I want more than for us to go as far as we can…so when I woke up not feeling that great…I decided to push through it, regardless of what could’ve happened but…heh…I guess that wasn’t such a good idea.”

Hinata directed his gaze back to the silent male sitting across from him and offered a small, apologetic smile. 

“What I did…was really stupid. I know that now. I was selfish of me to put the team in a position that could have been prevented…to make everyone worry…and to treat you the way I did. There’s no excuse for my behavior. All you tried to do was help but I just shoved you aside…I’m…really sorry…”

There. 

The explanation was now out in the open, and it actually made Hinata feel the tiniest bit better. But the chances of Kageyama taking his words as nothing more than an excuse was very high. 

‘I want to get better at volleyball so I can do well at nationals so I’m going to practice despite being sick.’

Yeah…it sounded stupid, borderline idiotic. The most immature choice if there ever was one.

So it surprised him immensely when all Kageyama said was, 

"I see."

Hinata blinked. 

"Y-you see?"

"Mm."

He blinked again, mouth parted like a fish, and Kageyama looked at him with a raised brow.

"What's wrong ? You're not gonna throw up again are you?" 

Hinata shook his head, “No…I’m fine…”

“Then what’s with the face?”

“Nothing…I’m just a little confused. I was expecting you to lecture me a bit more, y’know? Annoy me and get on my case like you usually do.”

“Getting annoyed is just your way of looking at. Because you DO deserve it from time to time.” Kageyama smirked, “If you haven’t noticed, you can be quite the child.”

A pout puffed its way across Hinata’s features, only making Kageyama’s smirk grow even more. With a gentle hand, he placed his palm against the sick male’s forehead. 

“Besides, I should have known you’d pull a stunt like this with how damn stubborn you are…and being angry with you right now won’t do you any good. Don’t need your fever spiking up anymore than it already is. Come on, lie down.”

Hinata nodded slowly. 

“Uhm…okay…”

He did so, noticing Kageyama’s hand settled on his back to ease him down until he was comfortably set atop a mound of fluffy pillows. 

“I forgive you by the way.” the setter added, but not without tapping Hinata harshly on the forehead with his index finger, “But don’t think you're gonna get off of this scott free. The only reason I haven’t given you a what for is because you're like this. You owe me a lunch day on the roof and some spike drills.”

Hinata giggled softly, “I think I can do that.”

After getting settled, Kageyama grabbed the fallen towel from Hinata’s forehead and re-submerged in a nearby bowl of cool water, ringing it slightly before setting it back upon the warm skin. 

"By the way, Hinata. I just wanted to let you know…."

"Yeah?"

Instead of leaning back in the chair by the bed, Kageyma moved in closer to ginger’s face, making it that he was eye to eye with him, noses almost pressed together. 

"If you EVER pull something like this again," he uttered lowly, voice icy, " I'll kill you."

Wellllll…that took a turn. 

It took absolutely everything Hinata had to not shudder at the threat. His heart drummed in his chest, eyes widening at the male's unfaltering expression.  Even when he wasn't feeling well, Kageyama was still ruthless as could be. But Hinata knew that was just his way of showing he cared. Definitely not like your typical person. 

But typical usually meant boring. And Hinata hated boring. So, despite his nervous sweat and shaking fingers, he smiled and reached his hand out to land on Kageyama's, squeezing tightly. 

"Noted..."

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #shoyo hinata #tobio kageyama #sick shoyo hinata #hinata x kageyma #sickfic #vomiting #caretaking

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

“You’re always moving so fast. Some of us are trying to keep up. Alright?” He jostles Shouyou’s head a little. “You’ve always got tension here. Let me have you.”

“But it’s your—”

“Yay, I’m old, happy birthday, open the present—what’s inside? A raincheck. There, birthday done.”

“That’s so lame.”

“It’s my birthday,” Tobio says, “and if I wanna spend it taking care of you then you don’t get to call it lame.”

Hinata gets sick on Kageyama's birthday.

#as promised #qpr kagehina sickfic #beloved volleyball boyos i love them #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #sickfic #haikyuu!! #hq #fanfic #i just adore them #ive only half edited this so sorry in advance ahahaha #<3 #this was so comforting to write #kagehina is so comforting

[autisticwriterblog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Hinata Shouyou Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Sickfic, Caring, Fluff, Post-Canon, Polyamory, Domestic, Living Together, Sick Bokuto Koutarou, Established Relationship, Bokuto Koutarou Being Bokuto Koutarou, Sick Character, Coughing, Mild Hurt/Comfort, OT3, Hinata Shouyou is Sunshine, POV Bokuto Koutarou, Mentioned Akaashi Keiji, Dorks in Love, Multiamory March, Multiamory March 2024, Quadruple Drabble Series: Part 6 of Multiamory March 2024, Part 214 of Polyamory Fics, Part 133 of Sickfics, Part 36 of My Haikyuu Fics Summary: Being sick is incredibly boring, especially when Akaashi insists Bokuto should stay in bed to rest. Hinata comes up with a compromise.

Written for Multiamory March, hosted by @polyamships. Prompt: Caring

#haikyuu #hinata shouyou #bokuto koutarou #multiamory march #polyam shipping #akaashi x bokuto x hinata #sickfic #multiamory march 2024 #my fic

[extant-exhaustion]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "extant-exhaustion "?

Well, first of all, thank you so much for your patience! I know it took me seven weeks to reply to this Ask! I agonized over my list (also, the holidays happened, which kept me busy). But I finally narrowed it down, so here we go, in no particular order:

My Top 10 Favorite Fanfics

In Another Life by LittleLuxray Haikyuu!! | T+ | 23k | Bokuto/Akaashi | angst, sickfic | It's famous for a reason. Truly one of the best pieces of writing I've ever read, including published works—I've rarely cried so hard or been moved so much.

died in my dreams by MTrash Haikyuu!! | T+ | 10k | Ushijima/Tendou | futuristic/cyberpunk AU, opposites attract, reluctant work partners to friends to lovers | fantastic characterization, really cool conceptually, a story about trauma and healing and finding your person

the weight of water by wordstruck/@redluxite Haikyuu!! | M | 6k | Iwaizumi/Oikawa | angst | Painful, soul-crushing heartbreak, but so, so beautiful. As someone who's experienced loss and grief, this story is visceral and the accompanying art haunts me.

Come and get lost with us by boxofwonder Haikyuu!! | M | 150k | Hinata/Kageyama, Daichi/Sugawara | action/adventure, Medieval AU(?) | unlike anything I've ever read before or since; a really masterful integration of an enormous cast and a plot that unravels with absolutely zero fluff or filler

shimmer in your shine by zenelly/@zenellyraen Hunter x Hunter | T+ | 91k | Leorio/Kurapika, Killua/Gon | American roadtrip AU | This story made me cry over a fist fight between Leorio and Illumi in the parking lot of a Red Lobster in Arkansas.

The Myth of Mankind by MistressEast/@mistresseast Promare | T+ | 63k | Galo/Lio | action/adventure, romance | masterful worldbuilding, kickass fight scenes, intrigue galore, falling in love while preventing mass murder? yes, please

A Second Chance To Say by KazimaKuwabara/@kazimakuwabara Yu Yu Hakusho | M | 92k | Yusuke/Kuwabara, Youko Kurama/Kuronue | action/adventure, hurt/comfort | ft. Kuronue's eternal sass and unwavering friendship, the slow burn of reincarnated already-in-love KuwaMeshi (because Kuwabara doesn't remember it), somewhat menacing levels of intrigue, and Hiei finally winning MVP of emotions on Team Urameshi

Don't Blink or You'll Miss It (Lift Up Your Head) by umisabaku/@umisabaku Kuroko no Basuke | M | 81k | Kagami/Kuroko, Kasamatsu/Kise, Midorima/Takao, Himuro/Murasakibara, Aomine/Momoi | super powers | This story and its accompanying series are so cool and so unique. The characterization is amazing and the worldbuilding is stellar.

neither fish, flesh, nor foam by twoif interactive on Twine Kuroko no Basuke | Kagami/Kuroko | angst, Little Mermaid–esque, interactive storytelling | incredible, but also devastating; a story about how sometimes our doubts can destroy not only ourselves but the good things we build; one of the coolest things I've ever interacted with as a story, a true tour de force

Transient Shadow, True Light by seafoamist/@seafoamist Kuroko no Basuke | M | 322k, WIP | Kagami/Kuroko | angst, hurt/comfort, time travel, historical (Edo Period) | If you talk to me about this story, I will go absolutely feral, because it is my current obsession and the only WIP that is on this list. I'm straight-up insane about its quality and depth. I can't even put this story into words. It knocks the wind out of me.

And lastly, my URL doesn't actually have a story behind it! It's basically just my life, haha. “Extant” is an adjective meaning “ongoing/still in existence” and “exhaustion” is pretty obvious. Essentially, I like alliteration and thought it sounded better than "tired 100% of the time."

#kagakuro #kuwameshi #iwaoi #kagehina #bokuaka #daisuga #ushiten #leopika #killugon #galolio #kurokura #fic rec #ee: fic rec #ee: asks #hunter x hunter #hxh #kuroko no basuke #knb #kuroko's basketball #yu yu hakusho #yyh #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq #hq!! #promare

[woofdwelling]

hi there !!! im not new to tumblr but i AM new to themed blogs ,,, so pls excuse me if i do anything off topic

i will mostly be an ace attorney + sickfic blog!!

this here is an introduction!! :D

i go by: kipa, kaz, n mona! i use: he/xe/myr prns!! i am a bi-demisexual transmasc! i am lovingly taken by the most beautiful boy autistic!! i am EIGHTEEN! that being said, k!nk and n$fw accounts DNI!! pretty pls

as said before, ace attorney and sickfic focused

MOSTLY a wrightworth blog

BUT!!! i may also post about: general hurt/comfort fluff topics stardew valley haikyuu and itty bitty writing samples of any of the above!

things i will NOT be posting about: smut abusive whump scenarios EMETO!! other than its just icky to write about, i am very strong in the "phobia" department :'3 adult x child - family x family - etc

little hc's that you may enjoy reading from me: trans apollo justice!! bi phoenix wright, gay miles edgeworth pan maya fey, lesbian franziska von karma

other things about me: miles is my favorite character, apollo following up close behind ace attorney, pokemon, and stardew valley are some of my favorite games fevers are my number one favorite things to give the little guys i love dogs, and hope to own a rottie in the future!

#sickfic #fever whump #whump #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writeblr #ace attorney #intro post #introduction #introduction post #introductory post #blog intro #narumitsu #phoenix wright #wrightworth #maya fey #franziska #phoenix #pheonix wright #larry butz #trucy wright #miles edgeworth #sick fic #coping #hurt/comfort #fluff #one shot #whump writing #whump community

[lilimonarch]

Doctor Hanahaki - The Memories that Never Return [26]

Doctor Hanahaki Prequel: Whumptober spinoff!

Whumptober day 26: Seeing double, working to exhaustion, "you look awful."

~

Sometimes I get so tired, I don't even know myself

Konoha doesn't remember the last time he slept well.

He's been up thinking; thinking about Akaashi, thinking about Bokuto, thinking about their sports records, thinking about the team's well being, not to mention the harsh coughs which ravaged his throat every now and again. The obvious signs of fever, of illness, of exhaustion.

Konoha was exhausted.

He felt the chills run throughout his body during practice, but he still had to be the all-rounder everyone relied on him for. There were assignments and projects, not to mention tournaments coming up, and he had to keep the freshmen in line. They've promised to be with him, but it was still hard for the words to truly set in. Konoha wasn't even sure how he managed, dragging himself to school and back with whatever disease was plaguing him. The reality was he had worked himself sick, and wasn't too keen on paying the price for it either.

Konoha staggered and opened the gym doors, seeing his teammates already practicing. On top of it all, his nose was still healing from Bokuto having punched him (the captain apologizing profusely), and the... the...

A wave of dizziness swept over him as he leaned against the door, trying to hold himself upright as he coughed below him. He could see Bokuto rushing over, a sunshine grin on his face. "Hey! Konoha!" His voice boomed through the gym as Konoha blinked a few times, the single person in front of his splitting into two versions of Bokuto.

Now that isn't right.

"-noha? Konoha?" Bokuto waved his hand in front of his teammate, a bit of concern on his face. "You okay? You look awful-" he slowly reached out for Konoha's forehead, the other shaking his head and moving out of the way.

"Yeah, just tired. Come on, I'll warm up and we can start practice."

Warm ups, practice, it all seemed so much harder in his state as his headache grew and his patience shrunk. Being the average all-rounder was not enough anymore, especially with their star players off their game. He had to get better, for all their sakes. Better at receiving, better at...

Why were there two Bokuto's running towards him?

Konoha shook his head as the ball he was initially intended to receive landed right beside him, swaying on his feet as Bokuto carefully ran towards him. Konoha blinked once and suddenly, he was in the arms of his captain. "I got you, buddy. You're alright," Bokuto slowly sat down on the gym floor as Konoha leaned his head onto Bokuto's shoulder, closing his eyes and coughing into where his face was pressed. "God, you look..." Bokuto tried to search for the words, Konoha filling them in for him.

"Like shit, yeah," Konoha shook his head, shivering in Bokuto's hold from the chills.

"I was going to say awful, but that works too. You look awful, Konoha."

He was oddly emotional for his state, still cracking jokes as tears sprang at the corner of his eyes. "Feel like it too, been sick for the past few days."

"Konoha, why are you showing up to practice sick? Are you crazy?" His coach came up as the rest of the team stared from their positions in the gym. At that moment, he realized how long he had been down, his teammates staring in concern. "How much sleep have you gotten in the past few days?"

Konoha chuckled, already feeling unconsciousness trying to lull him away. "Konoha, kid. I'm serious, how many hours of sleep did you get last night."

"Y'see, coach. That's a different question," Konoha coughed, but he felt at peace. It was almost as if Bokuto was rocking him, like a child in a rocking chair... or maybe his fever was making him delusional. "Same answer... I don't think I got much-"

"Konoha, you're an idiot."

"Thanks, Bokuto. You're so kind."

Their coach sighed, laying a hand on Konoha's forehead. "Alright then, you're burning up too. I don't want you in this gym until you're better and can prove it-"

Konoha shook his head, that can't be. He needs the practice, he needed the practice! Bokuto needed him, his team needed him. They- "God, holy shit my head," Konoha groaned at the sudden pulse of a migraine, never letting go of Bokuto. "Mm... alright then."

#whumptober2023 #no.26 #seeing double #working to exhaustion #“you look awful” #fandom #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #fanfiction #doctor hanahaki prequel #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutarou #konoha akinori #haikyuu konoha #exhaustion #passing out #fainting #sickfic #overwork

[hyperdragon24calm]

Haikyuu SickFic.

Warning!!

Sick : Hinata

Caregiver : Kageyama

Warning, mention of death, self harm, sickness, hospitals, depression.

×

In a world in which Kageyama imagined a life without Hinata.

Hinata has been in and out of hospital with a rare illness that is slowly killing him, Kageyama visits him every day.

The volleyball team will also occasionally visit when Hinata has some good or bad news come his way, but in the end, Kageyama is always there every day.

Hinata begs for Kageyama to go home and have a break, but Kageyama refuses to leave his smaller boyfriends side.

" Kageyama, please go home. It's getting late. "

" No, I won't leave your side. "

Kageyama retorted, crossing his arms as he looked at the orange haired boy that was hooked up to so many monitors.

It pained Kageyama to see Hinata in such a state. Kageyama only wished for Hinata to get better, but the doctors didn't have high hopes.

At about 3am Kageyama had drifted off to sleep.

When Kageyama woke up, Hinata's monitors were going crazy and the doctors rushed in the room, hurrying Kageyama out of the way so they could start helping Hinata.

After what felt like 2 painful long hours, the doctor came out of the room with a sorrowful look on his face.

Kageyama's whole world stopped in that moment as the doctor told him that Hinata didn't make it.

Kageyama was frozen, tears pricking at the sides of his eyes as he refused to believe the doctors words.

" N-No... "

Kageyama rushed into the room. He saw Hinata laying lifeless on the hospital bed. The monitors had been turned off. It was silent.

Kageyama stared at Hinata's lifeless body as he watched the nurses place a cloth over the dead body.

Hours had passed, and Kageyama was still standing in the room.

The doctors had called Daichi and Sugawara to come and pick up Kageyama.

" Tobio? Come on, Tobio, you need to leave. "

Sugawara said softly. Kageyama looked at the two upperclassmen who came to take him away.

" But.... Hinata. "

Kageyama said.

" Tobio, come on.. the team is all waiting outside. We are going to make a shrine. "

Daichi said with a gentle smile.

Kageyama stumbled, his legs trembling. Daichi and Suga both took hold of one of Kageyama's arms to help keep him steady.

" It's okay, Tobio.. "

Suga said, comforting the first year setter.

Suga and Daichi helped Kageyama walk outside where the whole volleyball team was waiting, including Hinata's mother and little sister Natsu.

Only now realisation hit Kageyama. Kageyama's eyes filled with tears as they poured down his face.

Kageyama screamed with such pain as his legs buckled beneath him, Daichi and Suga helped Kageyama to the floor gently.  

" HINATA! "

Kageyama screamed.

The whole team's heart broke hearing those screams. Hinata's mother and Natsu were both crying and hugging each other.

Tanaka and Noya were silent. They didn't cry. They just stayed silent.

Yachi was holding onto Kiyoko, sobbing her eyes out while Kiyoko was holding back her tears.

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita all just looked away, feeling nothing but pain and sorrow.

Asahi was a sobbing mess, struggling to catch his breath as he clung onto Tanaka.

Tsukishima was silent, Tadashi was crying into Tsukishima's shoulder.

Coach Ukai was silent, Takeda was also very silent.

Everyone felt so much pain, and nobody knew what to say or do, other than stand there in silence while Kageyama screamed and cried.

After a few hours, Daichi and Suga took Kageyama home. They had all placed a shrine at the school where everyone placed flowers and pictures of Hinata.

Kageyama was broken. He was silent, his eyes dull without emotion.

" Kageyama, you should eat. "

Suga said as he helped Kageyama inside his home.

Kageyama shook his head, refusing to eat. Though he was starving.

" Please, Tobio, you need to eat. "

Kageyama glared at them.

" Just leave!! "

He yelled. His next stage of grief was pure anger. He just wanted to be left alone.

Daichi and Suga decided they should leave, Kageyama needed alone time and some space to process what had happened.

When they left, Kageyama started to throw shit all around the room.

" No!! This is fucking stupid! "

Kageyama yelled, making a mess in his house. When he had calmed down, he was in the bathroom with a razor blade. He started to make deep cuts into his arms.

" I can join him..."

Kageyama muttered softly to himself, hoping that maybe he could join Hinata in the afterlife.

But after many failed attempts of trying to cut deeper, he decided to just give up.

Days had passed, Kageyama hadn't left his room, he hadn't eaten or gone to school, he just wanted to give up on it all. What was the point of life without Hinata there?

Daichi knocked on the door.

" Kageyama? "

Kageyama came to the door and opened it, Kageyama was covered in sweat, his arms layered with bruised cuts, and he looked extremely pale.

" Oh Tobio... "

Sugawara said as he pulled the boy into a hug, Kageyama just accepted the hug. He couldn't be bothered to push away.

" W-why are you guys here? "

Daichi frowned.

" We came to check on you, you haven't been at school... and we were worried you hadn't eaten. "

Daichi said while holding up a bag with some of Kageyama's favourite pork buns from Ukai's shop.

" We brought you food. "

Kageyama nods.

" Thanks... "

" We'll let you be alone. "

Kageyama gripped onto Suga.

" No... don't leave me, please. "

Kageyama begged, his whole body trembling. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted the comfort of the older males who were like big brothers to him.

" Okay, we won't. "

Kageyama let them inside the house. The house was a total wreck, with glass shattered, pillows all over the place.

" You poor thing. We are sorry we didn't stay the first time. You clearly needed us. "

Suga said while playing with Kageyama's hair.

Kageyama nods.

" I'll... come back to school tomorrow, I promise. "

He said quietly.

" Oh, don't you worry about that. The school understands what you are going through. "

Daichi said.

After some comfort and company from Suga and Daichi, Kageyama was tired and ready to be alone again. Of course, Daichi and Suga made sure that Kageyama ate before they even thought about leaving.

The next day, Kageyama was walking to school. He still looked like a total wreck, Kageyama didn't watch where he was going, and all he heard was a car horn before it all went black.

Kageyama woke up in his bed. He was in a cold sweat, and the orange haired spiker was leaning above Kageyama with a concerned look on his face.

" Kageyama, are you okay? "

Hinata asked with worry. He had woken up when Kageyama was screaming and tried so many times to wake Kageyama up with no luck.

" H-Hinata...? Yo-You're alive? "

Kageyama asked as his voice faltered, tears stinging his eyes.

" Wh-what?! Of course I'm alive! "

Hinata said with a hint of shock and worry when he noticed Kageyama's tears.

Kageyama started to sob quietly, choking on his own saliva as he was lying on his back. Hinata helped Kageyama sit up and pat his back.

" Hey hey, it's okay... I'm not dead, Kageyama. I'm not even sick. "

Hinata said soothingly while rubbing Kageyama's back.

Kageyama's arms just wrapped around Hinata's body with a tight grip.

" Y-You died!! "

Kageyama sobbed, holding onto Hinata as if he would disappear if he let go.

" I'm right here... it was just a bad dream. Shhh.. "

Hinata reassured, holding Kageyama tight in his arms. They sat there cuddling for 20 minutes before Kageyama finally calmed down.

" It was such a bad dream..."

Kageyama said sadly.

Hinata nods.

" I know, I know love. "

Hinata comforted Kageyama and kept whispering, reassuring, and comforting words to him.

" I'm here, and I won't leave you. "

After a few more minutes, Kageyama had fallen asleep in Hinata's arms, embracing his warmth.

×

The End.

Haha, did I scare y'all?

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#haikyuu sickfic #haikyuu #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #tw death #light angst #sad #mayhavescaredyall #oopsie

[ban-al3x]

INTRO??

HELLOO! This is my intro post!! 

ABOUT ME!!

My name is Alex and I’m new to tumblr. I go by any pronouns. I’m going to try writing fanfics. I never have before so please bear with me. Feel free to send me some requests!

WHAT I WILL WRITE!

One-shots and headcanons (headcanons might be out faster!)

About almost any genre: fluff, angst, smut, comfort, sickfics etc.

I will most likely write in canon, but please ask me about AU’s!

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE.

Send me any of these and your request will be deleted.

non -con, incest/stepcest, sexual abuse, miscarriages, emergency requests, daddy kinks, knife kinks, foot fetish, age regression, piss play/piss kink.

FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR!

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado| Inosuke Hashibira| Zenitsu Agatsuma| Giyu Tamioka| 

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya| Katsuki Bakugo| Eijiro Kirishima| Denki Kaminari| Shotou Todoroki| Fumikage Tokoyami| Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu| Tamaki Amajiki| Mirio Togata| Mina Ashido| Kyoka Jirou| Toga Himiko

PEN15

Shuji Ishii-Peters|Sam Zablowsk| Dustin Long| Alex| Brandt  

SK8 The Infinity

 Reki Kyan| Langa Hasegawa| Kaoru Sakurayashiki| Joe Nanjo| Miya Chinen

Haikyuu

Hinata Shoyo| Kageyama Tobio| Tsukkishima Kei| Yamaguchi Tadashi| Nishinoya Yuu| Tanaka Ryuunosuke| Sugawara Koshi| Kenma Kozume| Kuroo Tetsuro| Akaashi Keji| Bokuto Koutarou| Oikawa Toru| Suna Rintarou| Sakusa Kiyoomi| Miya Atsumu| Miya Osamu| 

It

 Richie Tozier| Eddie Kasprak| Beverly Marsh| Bill Denbrough| Stan Uris

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler| Max Mayfield| Lucas Sinclair| Dustin Henderson| Robin Buckley| Steve Harrington

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #It 2019 #it x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity x reader #PEN15 #PEN15 x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

[anigst]

Hi :) do you have any male anime whump fanfic recommendations?

Hello <3

I have a few. i went thro my ao3 bookmarks and realized its been a long time since i last read a fanfic for anime (and some of the whump fics i saved dont appeal to me anymore) but!:

what is a gift? (what is a sacrifice?) by cywscross (Bleach)

Aizen burns Urahara's wings and he's dying, so Ichigo gives up his own wings to save Urahara :)

im not into wingfics but i read this one bcs i absolutely love everything Cross writes. and i was not disappointed!!. its well written and the physical and emotional whump were so good!!

"But he’s never going to need them again, after today. Urahara will, and Ichigo cares enough about him that sacrificing one more thing isn’t such a hard decision after all.

He rolls onto his feet, and with barely a thought, he’s disappeared and reappeared a foot away from Urahara. He looks even worse up close, his back nothing but raw charred flesh where his wings were once attached, and even unconscious, his colourless face is strained with agony."

and i'm nothing like you by aloneintherain (BNHA)

im a big BIG fan of being forced to hurt your friends trope

forget-me-not by quitea (Run with the Wind)

Hanahaki disease au :)

Fall by BeyondTheClouds777 (Haikyuu)

Hinata dislocates his knee

Break by BeyondTheClouds777 (Haikyuu)

bc who doesn't love a cute sickfic

That's all I have.

Anyone who sees this is obligated to tell me their favorite anime whump fic (please)

#recs are always welcomed here<3 #anon so sorry for the delay! #hope the links are working #ask #replies #btw the first fic is locked #meaning you have to be logged in to be able to view it #anime whump #recs #fic recs #whump

[yellowelectroslime]

A welcome to my blog post because i was told that i should make one :D

Head cannon requests: CLOSED :(

Dabble requests: CLOSED :(

(you can still send the requests to my inbox but i won’t be able to work on them :c)

About me :>

Gender: She/her

Occupation: Student

Star sign: Pisces

Sexuality: Confused bisexual?

Age: 15 < my age < 18

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General things to note down:

NO, tickling is a kink for me i am literally not legal yet

I like it because it is comforting and cute i like to see people laugh

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Things I will write for:

Headcannons

Dabbles

Self insert (whether it be romantic, platonic or family idm as long as it follows the rules)

Tickle headcanons

Tickle dabbels

just general fluff :D

I CAN try writing angst, i’ve just never done it before

I can write for gender specific readers but i will generally lean towards the gn!reader

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Things I will NOT write for:

nsfw

like no.

no bondage

no incest

no torture, violence or senarios that contain pain (except for sickfics, i like doing those)

no pedos

no grooming

no drugs

no bad. just fluff.

just wanna keep a nice environment here ok? 👌

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Fandom list (will expand i just forgot what fandoms i’m in lol):

Anime/Manga

Bleach

Blue lock

Chainsaw man

Demon slayer

Full metal alchemist (brotherhood)

Gokurakugai

Haikyuu!!

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kengan Ashura/Omega

Sakamoto days

Sk8

Toilet bound hanako-kun

Tokyo Revengers

Wonder egg priority

Cartoons/Shows:

Avatar the last airbender/legend of korra

Hazbin Hotel

My inner demons (Aphmau) (someone please help me)

Video games:

Danganronpa V3

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Manhua/Donghua (basically just chinese manga/anime):

Ao Bing Zhuan

Fog Hill of Five Elements

Lan Xi Zhen

Luo Xiao Hei

Studio Ghibli movies:

Howl’s moving castle

My neighbour totoro

Kiki’s delivery service

Spirited away

Ponyo

Princess Mononoke

[thenocturnalmushroom]

My Fanfics

Banana Fish

Taking Care (Asheiji) 1/1

Tags: Coffee Shop AU; Established Relationship; Fluff; Sickfic

Time to Heal (Asheiji) 8/?

Tags: Coffee Shop AU; Fluff; Angst/Comfort; Healing; Mentions of past child abuse; Happy Ending  

CCS

A Cozy Night (Touyuki) 1/1

Tags:  Fluff; Domestic; Domestic Fluff; Established Relationship

Sk8 The Infinity

Stay (Matchblossom) 1/1

Tags: Canon Compliant; Fluff

Meaningless without You (Renga) 1/1

Tags: Canon Divergence; Angst/Comfort; Make up

Mo Dao Zu Shi

In the Silence of the Night (Wangxian) 1/1

Tags: Post-Canon; Angst/Comfort; Domestic

Boku no Hero Academia

Strawberry Cake (Todobaku) 1/1

Tags: First Love; First Kiss; Pining

Haikyuu

Warmth (Kuroken) 1/1

Tags: Domestic; Fluff

#Banana Fish #Asheiji #CCS #Cardcaptor Sakura #Touyuki #SK8 the Infinity #Matchablossom #Renga #MDZS #Mo Dao Zu Shi #The Untamed #Wangxian #BNHA #MHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Todobaku #Haikyuu #Kuroken #AO3 #Fanfic