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Contagious Affection - Riku x Reader

Oh my gods! I’m so sorry this took so long! Life’s been crazy, you know, but I’ve been thinking about it ever since you asked. Thankfully, things are gonna slow down for me soon and I can focus more on what I love: writing.

I hope you enjoy.

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“Riku! Stop!”

The perpetrator freezes, shock across his face and a fist against his eye. Huffing, I slap his hand down and proceed to clean it with a wet wipe.

“Ugh, this sucks,” he grumbles, blinking awkwardly to relieve his clearly irritated eyes.

“Yes, but if you don’t keep your hands away from your face, you’re gonna make it worse and get your germs everywhere.” I point a finger at him. “And if you give me pink eye, I’m gonna make you miserable.”

Threats bounce off his resilience. “With you around, I don’t know if that’s possible.”

“Shush! No amount of smooth talk will soothe my rage if I get infected! Got it?!”

“Yeah yeah,” he says, clearly not taking me seriously.

“Good. Now go take everything off the bed so I can wash it.”

That saps his pleasantness. “Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard with this?”

“Listen, I’ve had pink eye before—it ain’t fun. I do not want it again and if all this seems excessive, it’s only because sometimes you have trouble following the really simple instructions such as STOP TOUCHING YOUR EYES!”

His hand instantly drops as he realizes what he’s doing. “Oh…”

A stern point directs him to the bottle of sanitizer on the nightstand. I’m not quite exasperated with the boy, but I will be thoroughly annoyed if I get pink eye because he can’t restrain himself.

Riku begins pulling the bed apart and I amble into the hall for clean linen. As I’m digging through the closet, the doorbell rings. Lo and behold, we have unexpected guests in Riku’s closest friends.

“Hey,” Sora greets with a beaming grin.

Kairi waves. “Hi.”

The answer is pretty much guaranteed but it’s only polite to ask. “Hey guys. What’s up?”

“Is Riku around? He promised to show us one of his master techniques he came up with,” the red-head answers.

“I’m sorry, but Riku really shouldn’t hang out today. He’s got pink eye.”

The last thing I expected from his two best friends is that they would light up at the news of Riku having a contagious infection.

“Really?!” Sora exclaims. “His eyes are pink?!”

No politeness is offered as the pair bustles past me. I close the door, a bit perturbed, and scurry after the two who have ambushed my inflicted boyfriend in the bedroom.

“Woah! Hey! What the hell?!”

“C’mon! Lemme see!” Sora demands, practically scaling the taller boy while Kairi watches expectantly.

“Sora! Get off!”

That’s when I see the hands reaching for Riku’s face.

Snatching the back of his jacket, I tear Sora off and put myself between the sick and the visiting. “Woah woah woah! What are you doing?!”

“We just wanna see!”

Kairi puts in her defense. “Yeah. I haven’t seen his eyes change colors yet.”

It hits me what they’re thinking. “Riku doesn’t have pink eyes!” I exclaim. “He has pink eye! And he’s still contagious! Go wash your hands!”

The girl’s eyes widen as she comprehends but Sora is still clearly confused. “He what?”

I throw a finger in Riku’s direction. “Look at him! His eyes are still green; the pink is on the outside! He’s sick and you were touching his face! You’re gonna get sick if you don’t go wash your hands now!”

“You better do as they say,” warns Riku. “They’ve been disinfecting everything and threatened to tie me to a chair at least twice.”

Finally, Sora hurries off to the bathroom and Kairi asks, “Isn’t pink eye pretty mild?”

“Usually, but I had a pretty bad infection when I was little and I do not want to do that again,” I explain. “It doesn’t help that Riku keeps forgetting not to touch his face every five minutes.”

His eyes roll at my complaints and a hand instinctively reaches up to alleviate the resulting irritation. It barely takes any thought to swatting his hand.

“If I somehow make it through the next few weeks without getting it, it’ll be a miracle.”

“You’re just being dramatic,” Riku reprimands.

“No, you’re being careless,” I retort, resuming his half-finished assignment of pulling off the sheets and blankets.

Kairi and Sora visit for a while, frequently forgetting that Riku is contagious until firmly reminded. On the bright side, despite his irritation, Riku doesn’t seem all that put out by his infection—I’d hate to see him truly under the weather.

Bidding farewell, the guests take their leave and I close the door behind them.

“Those two will have pink eye this time tomorrow,” I mumble.

Riku agrees, “Probably—Sora touched his face like half a dozen times in the last hour.” Returning my full focus to the job of cleaning the apartment, I stroll towards the kitchen. “What are you doing now?”

“I gotta make dinner. But I’m gonna be lazy and just do mac and cheese.”

A grip on my shoulder pulls me around so he can lead back towards the sofa. “Will you slow down for a moment. You’ve been going non-stop since we got back from the clinic. Take a break.”

He’s right but while I want to just collapse and spend some time with the sickie, there’s a lot to clean to make sure the contagions don’t spread. “Riku…”

“Nope.” One more nudge puts me on the couch. “Relax. No one’s going to die, or get sick, if you take a break for ten minutes.”

Attempting to thwart his task is a beeping alarm. “And that’s the laundry.”

“If I go switch it over now, will you just sit with me for a bit?” My sigh of defeat is taken as an answer and he leaves to throw the clothes in the dryer before coming back to flop beside me. In an effort to distract me, his hands play with my fingers as we chat. It’s the most peace I’ve had since waking up to the invasive illness.

Honestly, Riku’s always been the laid back one in our relationship, versus my nitpickiness; he can roll with life’s surprises better than I can. The boy wasn’t even going to go to the clinic until I practically shoved him out the door. And though sometimes this indifference can get irritating, he’s always been a pro at keeping me from going overboard and drowning myself in self-imposed responsibilities. In the same vein, I tend to keep things a bit more orderly around here. It’s not that he’s a slob or anything but—as evident with this pink eye—some things just get away from him.

“Alright, now I really should go start dinner,” I hum. An annoying buzz sounds. “Is that the dryer?” I glance to the clock before swiping at Riku. “That was way longer than ten minutes!”

“Whoops,” he chuckles, not the least bit fazed by my attack.

“You’re terrible. How I get anything done with you around is beyond me.”

“Because you’re amazing.”

“Don’t try to butter me up,” I scoff. When he simply smiles, the reality of how hectic I’ve been today begins to set in. A soft laugh escapes me. “Geeze, how do you put up with me?”

That grin softens, becoming the embodiment of admiration; it nearly entices me to forgo dinner to indulge in his company.

That comfort falters when a ring of magenta sparks in his eyes, swallowing the teal color until all that’s left behind is that vibrant shock.

“Because I love you,” he hums.

First off, neither of us have come up with the courage to say that yet and I know I should be over the moon with delight, but I’ve never seen anything like this before so all I can do is stare. This is not the reaction he was expecting, though, and that soft happiness vanishes.

“Oh my gods! Was that too soon?! You don’t have to say it back! I—”

“Your eyes are pink!” I manage to blurt out.

It’s his turn to stare. “Yyyyeah…I have pink eye.”

“No! They aren’t green anymore—they’re pink!”

The blush flushing over his face nearly matches the color of his eyes. “O-Oh…”

“I’ve never seen this before!” I push off the sofa. “I better call the doctor and—”

Riku’s hand snatches my wrist. Looking back, I find him wearing that same warm smile—that magenta shade undulating brighter. “It’s okay; it’s a dream eater thing.”

This is where he has to explain to me what a dream eater is, how he ended up becoming one, and that his eyes occasionally change color depending on his emotions.

“Is this what those two were talking about when they wanted to see your pink eyes?” I ask after.

“Yeah.”

“Oh thank gods—I was really worried about their sanity for a moment.”

“You should still be worried,” the young man teases.

We share a laugh but as I watch him, I can’t help noticing the brightness in his eyes. “So, if the color depends on your mood, what does pink mean?”

I half expected the guy to break out in another full blush, but instead it only accents his cheeks as he smirks. “I know you’re smart enough to figure it out.”

I’d kiss him if I wasn’t afraid of his pink eye, the sickness not the eye color. Still, I follow his lead: “I love you too.”

~~~~~

The next day…

“I told you guys if you weren’t careful you were gonna get it too,” I scold, smacking Sora’s hand from his face with a wet wipe. “Stop touching your eyes!”

He complains, “But it itches!”

“I don’t care!” I snap, turning my glare on Kairi who’s halfway to rubbing her eyes. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna put eye patches on both of you and tie you to chairs!”

“They’re not joking,” Riku adds, giving me the side eye. “I was stuck at the kitchen table for three hours this morning.”

“See? Don’t tempt me,” I say, eyeing the sulking pair. I swear, getting these two to resist the urge to rub their eyes is worse than keeping the seagulls at the pier away from food.

When there are no more complaints, I stalk into the kitchen to start dinner, of which I now have to make extra.

“Thanks for taking care of them,” Riku hums, having followed.

“It’s fine. We knew they were gonna catch it,” I reply, washing potatoes in the sink. A little simper takes over. “But they aren’t gonna tell me they love me and get glowing eyes too, are they?”

“No,” he sighs. “Just me.”

“Just for me?” I coo.

Riku chuckles. “Just for you.”

Putting aside the food, I tug at his shirt. “Say it.” I’ve made this demand a few times already so it’s no wonder he just laughs. “Come on, please. Say it!”

I could fly our whole apartment building with the butterflies raging in my stomach at the sight of that fuchsia flash. With absolute adoration, he snakes his arms around my waist and nuzzles against my nose.

“I love you.”

Delighted, I bury my face in his chest, squeezing as tight as I can. His chin nudging against my forehead makes me look back.

“Your turn now,” he insists.

Without hesitation and knowing that I one hundred percent mean it, I respond, “I love you too.”

“Good, because now you’re probably gonna get pink eye,” he snickers, indicating our close proximity.

“Shit!”

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