#iwaoi sickfic
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by PayLark4
Oikawa got sick, missing one of his assignments. Now he needs to find a model if he wants to pass his course.
Words: 2531, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Matsukawa Issei, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Sickfic, Nude Modeling, Friends to Lovers, Sick Character, Alternate Universe - College/University, iwaoi - Freeform, Art Student Oikawa
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Fictober19 Day 7
FANFICTION
Fandom: Haiykuu!! (Iwaoi)
Prompt: “No, and that’s final.”
Warnings/Tags: Sickfic
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“Iwa-chan…”
“No.”
“Iwa-chaaaan…”
“No!”
“Pleeease, Iwa-chan?”
“But we had this planned forever.”
“Yeah, well, plans change. Maybe you should have thought about that before running around in the pouring rain.”
“Hey,” Oikawa pouted. “You were running with me!”
“But I’m not the one sweating through two layers of blankets while shaking from the cold now, am I?”
“That’s just mean.”
Iwaizumi sighed. “Listen, Shittykawa, your mom will murder me if she hears I took you to the movies in this condition. Besides, do you really wanna sit in a stuffy room full of people for two hours while coughing your lungs out?”
“I’m not-” Oikawa’s face twisted and he sneezed, which only made him pout more. “Iwa-chan, make it go away!”
“It’ll go away on its own if you just lie down and shut up and drink your tea.”
“But I wanna see the movie!”
“Oh for the love of-” Iwaizumi took a pillow from Oikawa’s bed and hit him in the face with it, making him screech. “We will see the damn movie, just not today!”
“You can’t hit me, Iwa-chan, I’m sick!”
“Oh? Two minutes ago you were ‘perfectly fine’ and ‘fit enough to run a marathon’.”
Oikawa grumbled and threw the pillow off himself so it hit the floor. “Okay, maybe I exaggerated a bit. But it’s just not fair, we had these tickets for so long and it was supposed to be a cool movie date and I wanted to wear the alien shirt you bought me and you could have worn that little Godzilla button and we would have gotten popcorn and…”
“Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi interrupted. “We’ll go on that movie date, okay? But today, we’ll set up your laptop and drink tea and you can be all gross and sick without worrying about it.”
Oikawa went quiet for a minute, considering, and then he sighed melodramatically. “Okay.” The statement was followed by a light kick to Iwaizumi’s side. “I’m not gross, though.”
Iwaizumi snorted. “Look at you. You’re all disheveled and snotty and you cough every two seconds. Also, I am so changing those sheets before getting on that bed, they look drenched.”
“You’re so rude,” Oikawa whined, but started to get off the bed so they could strip off the dirty sheets. When he made to stand though, he staggered, and Iwaizumi caught him by the arm quickly to keep him from toppling over.
Oikawa sighed and let himself flop against Iwaizumi’s chest. “This sucks.”
“Tough luck,” Iwaizumi replied, but hugged him close to steady him. “Sit down on the desk chair, I’ll make the bed.”
“Iwa-chan?”
“Yes?”
Oikawa looked up with his reddened eyes from where he was leaning against Iwaizumi’s chest, and it was an unfamiliar sight for the latter to look down to his normally taller boyfriend.
“Do you still love me even when I’m gross?”
Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle at that and he sat Oikawa down on the desk chair, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “Of course I do, idiot.”
“Even when my hair looks like this?”
“Especially when your hair looks like this,” Iwaizumi said and ruffled through it as if to prove it. “That messy looks suits you. Here.” He grabbed Oikawa’s glasses from where they were lying on the desk. “You don’t have your contacts in, do you? I don’t want you squinting at the screen the whole time if we’re gonna watch something.”
“Thanks,” Oikawa murmured and put his glasses on.
A pang of affection rang through Iwaizumi’s chest as he looked down at his boyfriend. Of course he hated the fact that Oikawa was sick, but seeing him like this with the messy hair, disheveled clothes and a shirt that hung off one shoulder loosely - now that he thought about it, that looked suspiciously like one of his own shirts - and the glasses that Oikawa never wore in public, it made a warm feeling spread through him because he knew he was the only one allowed to see Oikawa in this state, and he was damn proud of that.
A few years ago, when he first started noticing that his feelings towards Oikawa weren’t just best friend feelings anymore, he never would have imagined it would turn out like this.
And yet here he was, stroking the back of the boy he loved as the other fell into yet another coughing fit.
“I’ll change your sheets now, and then I’ll make tea and set the laptop up. Anything you want to watch?”
“Can we watch X-Files?” Oikawa replied, eyes wide and pleading, and Iwaizumi huffed because honestly, he should have seen this coming. But Oikawa was sick, so he guessed he deserved some special treatment.
“Sure, whatever.” He pressed another kiss to Oikawa’s forehead and stepped back. “Now focus on getting well again, dumbass. We have a real movie date to go to.”
“Will you wear your godzilla button?”
Iwaizumi closed his eyes and sighed. This boy was going to be the death of him.
“Whatever you want, Shittykawa.”
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hi! i loved your iwaoi fic so much!! if you’re still taking requests, i would love to see more iwaoi!! idc who’s sick but emeto is a yes :) no pressure and thank you! <33
Hi! I hope this is to your liking :)
I can’t promise that I’ll alway respond to requests this quickly or that they’ll always be 1000+ words. I’ve just been in the writing mood recently!!
Usually I hc Oikawa as super super overly-doting as a caretaker, but I think when it comes to Iwa’s migraines, he is so used to them (unfortunately) that he’s just like. “Okay this is what I gotta do.” If that makes sense?
Migraine: an IwaOi sick fic
Pair: sick Iwa, caretaker Oikawa
Word Count: 2,234
Warnings: vomit, swearing, slightly ooc Iwa
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Iwaizumi leaned against the wall of the elevator lethargically. He held the strap of his bag loosely as it leaned against his leg, suddenly too heavy to keep on across his shoulder. Why in the hell he and Oikawa chose to live on the 10th floor was beyond him. He was regretting the decision as each beep of the passing floors sent sharp, stabbing pains through his skull. The prospect of his bed called to him enticingly.
It had been a terrible day.
He woke up late and ran into someone on his way to class, spilling his coffee all over his notes. Then in each one of his classes, he found out that he did the homework for the next class instead of today’s, so when he was called on, he didn’t know any of the answers and each one of his teachers scolded him for not doing the readings.
During his lab, some dude passed out when they were practicing first aid assessment on a dummy who cut open his leg. (Apparently even fake blood was too much for the guy). Which wouldn’t bother Iwa usually, but when the kid fell, he knocked over the iodine and got it all over Iwa’s arm (which was now stained brown).
Then, during his clinicals, he was observing one of the trainers with rehab for a patient who only recently recovered from her shoulder surgery enough to start physical therapy. All he needed to do was watch so he could take notes on different types of treatment plans for shoulders. He was actually pretty relieved after such a rough day.
The universe was out to screw him apparently because the pain was a bit too much for the poor girl and she ended up throwing up down Iwa’s chest.
To top it all off, when he was writing notes for one of the certified trainers a little later, black spots started popping in and out of his vision and his upper arms started tingling. Anxiety immediately settled in his chest. Of course; the only way to end such a terrible day was with a migraine. He had at most thirty minutes from the start of the tingling to get home and take his meds before it became too late.
And of course that didn’t happen.
His notes took longer to finish because of the black spots interrupting his typing and the increasing difficulty he had starting at the blue light of his computer. Then his usual train route was under construction so they took a detour.
Now, here he was, an hour later, standing in the elevator, hating his very existence as the pulsing behind his eyes increased and nausea made his stomach churn.
Finally the doors to his floor opened and he stumbled forward, fighting his vertigo towards his apartment. The hall lights blinded him.
His fingers fumbled with the keys as he leaned against the door and when he finally got the door open, he all but fell inside. He dumped his stuff messily by the door (Oikawa would yell at him later for that) and made a beeline for his bedroom.
Iwaizumi could have cried when he finally got to his room. He didn’t bother with the lights and collapsed onto his bed. His head pounded relentlessly. He curled into a ball and whimpered.
“Iwa-chan? That you?” Oikawa’s bubbly voice from the hall cut through his brain like a knife and he brought his knees even closer.
“Iwa-chan, are you okay?” his voice was closer now. He was most likely standing in the doorway, a hand placed on his cocked hip.
“Migraine,” Iwaizumi moaned. Oikawa was quiet.
“Did you take your meds?” he whispered eventually. Iwaizumi was hella grateful for their life long friendship because Oikawa dealt with this before and knew exactly how to make Iwa more comfortable. Including toning down his usual obnoxious tone.
“Too late,” Iwa responded weakly.
“Tch. That’s not true and you know it,” Oikawa chided softly. Iwaizumi heard him moving around in the room before he felt the bed dip.
“Here. They might not prevent it from happening anymore, but you know as well as I do that it might lessen the symptoms,” he heard Oikawa much closer this time. He groaned in response but sat up.
He clenched in eyes shut to fight off the dizziness before prying them open again to look at Oikawa in front of him. He was holding the water bottle from Iwaizumi’s bedside table and his migraine meds. The look on his face resembled a chastising mother.
“I don’t know if they will,” Iwa said, “the aura started over an hour ago.” He took them anyway.
“You didn’t have anything with you?” He shook his head and winced at the motion.
“What’s on your arm?!” Oikawa screeched and Iwaizumi hissed when it sent sharp pains through his skull.
“Sorry, sorry I’m sorry,” the bastard whispered.
“Just iodine,” Iwa responded and looked down at the brown stains on his arm.
“Oh.”
It was quiet again then and Iwaizumi settled back in bed.
“Wait, do you want to change?” Oikawa asked and stood up. He moved towards the dresser before waiting for a response.
“I want to sleep,” Iwa grumbled, getting increasingly more annoyed. He knew Oikawa was trying to help, but he hasn’t had a migraine this bad in a hot minute and the swirling in his stomach was only getting worse. Throwing up always made it worse, so he wanted to try and avoid that if he could.
“Sit up,” Oikawa said and Iwa would smack him if he had the energy.
“Oikawa, please,” he moaned again. He sat up anyway, his legs dangling off the side of his bed.
Oikawa pulled his shirt gently over his head and replaced it with a soft sweatshirt. It smelled like Oikawa and Iwa felt comforted despite himself. Next his jeans were pulled off almost clinically, as if he would break if Oikawa went too fast or pulled too hard.
Oikawa helped him into a pair of basketball shorts and then finally allowed him to lie down.
Iwaizumi wouldn’t ever say it out loud because it would give Oikawa too big of a head if he knew changing out of his school clothes made him feel just the slightest bit better. His jeans had been adding to the sensory overload.
“We were supposed to meet up with the guys tonight. Want me to cancel?” Oikawa asked, scratching Iwa’s head gently with perfectly manicured nails. It gave him a temporary relief from the pulsing that threatened to crush his head.
“No. You go,” he slurred, falling asleep.
“You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah.” Oikawa hummed and continued running his hand through Iwa’s hair. It didn’t stop the pain, but it diminished it enough that eventually, he fell asleep.
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Iwaizumi woke up with a strangled breath when pain exploded through his skull and down the back of his neck. He blinked a few times, staring into the dark room trying to clear his blurry vision.
This wasn’t right. No, sleep was supposed to make him feel better, but an intense pain covered his entire head. It felt like someone was squishing his brain in between their hands. Why why why.
Suddenly he was nauseatingly dizzy and he realized he was panting, depriving his already struggling brain of precious oxygen. He pulled his knees to his chest and tried to calm down his breathing.
His body didn’t want to give him a break though because as soon as the world righted itself again, his stomach contents swirled sickeningly in his gut. He tried to ride out the nausea. He didn’t want to throw up. That would make the pounding worse. The more he thought about it, the more his stomach turned and he realized he was fighting a losing battle.
In a vain attempt to stay in bed, he thought to try and call Oikawa into the room only to put together that the roaring sound that was hammering nails into his skull was the shower. So he was on his own. He needed to make it to the bathroom. Needed to make it to Oikawa.
With heavy limbs, he forced himself to sit up and almost lost it. He gagged, slapping a hand over his mouth. It pounded in his skull. He swallowed it down and slowly made his way out of bed.
By the time he made it to the bathroom, he almost lost it three times and the pain in his head was unbearable. His eyes stung with tears and he pounded on the door before throwing it open and tumbling into the room. He collided with Oikawa who squawked loudly, painfully. Iwaizumi ignored him and collapsed in front of the toilet.
As soon as he moved his hand away from his mouth, he heaved once and vomit poured from his mouth. It burned the back of his throat and his chest. The torture stopped just long enough for him to catch his breath before he lurched forward with another gag and threw up again. His chest was on fire and the lights in the bathroom seared into his brain and he really just wanted everything to stop.
The sound of the lights clicking off registered through his haze somehow and he opened his eyes (when he closed them, he wasn’t sure). Then, a gentle hand was on his back.
“Oh, Iwa-chan. It’s a pretty bad one this time, huh?” Oikawa said tenderly from beside him. He turned his head slowly and found himself face to face with his best friend. He was wearing pajamas, so he must have gone to change at some point since Iwa entered the bathroom.
Oikawa smiled sympathetically and something in Iwaizumi cracked. Suddenly, the flood gates were open and he found himself launching himself into Oikawa’s chest. Thin arms wrapped around his back as he sobbed.
“It h-hurts s-so b-bad,” he weeped.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry, I wish it didn’t.” Oikawa buried his face in Iwa’s hair.
“You need to calm down though. It’s only going to make you feel worse.”
As if on cue, Iwaizumi’s stomach lurched again and he tore himself away from Oikawa’s arms to wretch once again.
The nausea and pain made him dizzy. He was having trouble keeping himself upright, but thankfully, Oikawa placed a hand on his forehead to keep him from banging it on the toilet seat.
“Shhhh, it’s okay,” Oikawa soothed as Iwa stared into the toilet. His stomach still turned dangerously but he was on the verge of collapse. The tightness in his head only got worse and he really wanted to cut his own head off. He cursed his brain for being messed up and causing him such pain.
He started heaving again, but nothing was coming up and it hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt. Make it stop make it stop make it stop.
“Hajime, breathe,” Oikawa commanded quietly, rubbing between his shoulder blades. It did nothing though. His stomach kept rolling and turning thanks to his stupid stupid head.
Finally, the back of his throat gurgled and a wet hiccup brought up bile and the rest of his lunch. He coughed and sputtered into the toilet and gasped for breath. Maybe it was over.
A minute or two after the episode ended, Oikawa spoke again.
“Ya think you’re done?” He spoke so softly and so tenderly it made Iwa’s heart soft. He nodded.
Oikawa helped him lean back against the wall and a second later, handed him some water and his toothbrush. He lazily rinsed his mouth and brushed the nastiness away before spitting in the toilet. Oikawa flushed it and turned to help him up.
Once he was standing, the pain magnified tenfold and his knees buckled.
“I think I’m gonna pass out,” he mumbled and Oikawa caught him before he could fall.
“Hey, no. Not allowed,” he said and ran a wet wash rag over Iwa’s face (where did he get that?)
“Okay,” Iwa slurred, “not this time.”
“Thank you,” Oikawa chuckled. Together, they made it back to Iwa’s bedroom. Oikawa helped him under his covers and kissed his forehead.
“My poor Iwa-chan,” he sighed and scratched at Iwa’s head again.
“Stay here?” he asked pathetically. Oikawa blinked at him.
“Of course. I’ve already called the guys and told them we weren’t coming,” he said. He walked around the side of the bed and sat against the headboard, nestled beside Iwaizumi. Iwa turned and buried himself in the setter’s stomach and immediately, Oikawa’s hand was running through his hair. He sighed contentedly. This was by far one of his favorite positions.
“Go to sleep, Iwa-chan. Hopefully your migraine will be gone in the morning.”
These migraines really knocked him out. They stripped him of his usual personality and left him a sniveling, pathetic, clingy, mess. But he was a mess Oikawa was familiar with and Iwaizumi was eternally grateful for that. Oikawa knew what he meant when he couldn’t use as many words as he’d like. He knew how to make him comfortable, what foods he could tolerate and how to comfort him. There was no one else that Iwaizumi would ever want around when he got migraines. Hell, there was no one else Iwaizumi wanted around at all. As long as Oikawa was there, he’d be fine.
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if your request are open could i request Iwaizumi being sick and oikawa taking care of him? Maybe he had a fever and Oikawa is worried he could get hurt or something i dunno it’s really up to you!!
ship : iwaoi. | iwaizumi x oikawa |
genre : fluff.
warning : none.
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It was a known fact that both Oikawa and Iwaizumi had the tendency to brush off sickness. Especially Oikawa. Even so, Oikawa had gotten used to Iwaizumi’s tendencies, so as soon as he saw the way the other swayed on his feet, he knew exactly what was going on. He also knew that direct confrontation would do nothing, so he just tried his best to make the other feel better. Wrapping his arm around his shoulder to help him stabilise himself, handing him water bottles when he saw him coughing, etc.
The hardest part was to come. That being when practice rolled around, Oikawa would have to figure out how to help the other during volleyball practice. Iwaizumi looked horrible. Well, still incredibly handsome to Oikawa - but the way sweat trickled down his clammy skin, the way shivers wracked his frame and made him helplessly double over. Not to mention the way he swayed on his feet, as though his legs would give out at any second. It made Oikawa beyond worried.
That’s when Oikawa decided that he’d have to confront Iwaizumi, wether the other liked it or not. He was captain, and he needed to ensure the safety of all of his teammates. Regardless of their stubbornness. Though, he was sure this would prove to be a challenge. Considering how vulgar Iwaizumi could be. He still loved him, nevertheless.
“Iwa chan, you’re sick.”
“Oi, Shittykawa, you could’ve just told me my form is off.”
“I’m serious, Iwa chan. Sit down, please.”
“If we’re not going to talk about something productive, then I’m leaving.”
“Hajime.”
And that’s when everyone froze. Oikawa never called Iwaizumi by his first name. And God, it was scary when he did. It wouldn’t have been if he called him ‘Iwa chan’, it was as if time itself has stopped. Nobody made a single movement. This wasn’t the first time they had been afraid of Oikawa when he was mad at them for something, but he always called Iwaizumi Iwa chan. This was probably the first time they’d all heard Oikawa call Iwaizumi by his first name. It sent chills down their spines.
“I’m not telling you, I’m ordering you, as your captain, to sit down. If not, I’m talking to coach.”
Iwaizumi let out a grumble, walking over to the nearby bench, and sitting down. As if in an instant, Oikawa’s demeanour changed to his usual one. Clapping his hands together, his usual charming smile gracing his lips. The others remained stunned. Even Kunimi couldn’t contain his shock, despite his usual, calm expression. Now, the others definitely wouldn’t be pushing Oikawa’s buttons as much. They did not want to get on his actual bad side, rather than his usual, whiney one.
“Now, back to practice everyone! Kindaichi, I’ll set for you.”
He spoke, bubbly, yet sly as always. Practice was a bit different without Iwaizumi’s snarky comments, but the rest got accustomed to it a few hours in. Eventually, practice ended. Oikawa changed out of his clothes, grabbed his bag, and walked over to the bench which Iwaizumi was sitting on. Iwaizumi had gotten dressed quicker then him, so he was, naturally, waiting on Oikawa. Though, it was obvious he wasn’t happy about being taken out of practice.
“Come on, Iwa chan! You’re coming over.”
“When did I ask you to come over?”
Oikawa frowned upon hearing his boyfriend’s raspy, and seemingly weak voice. He let out a sigh, gently taking Iwaizumi’s hand in his own, and dragging him out of the gym, beginning to walk towards his house. He could hear Iwaizumi make noises of disapproval, which in turn, got a giggle out of him.
“Tch, flattykawa, I’m not going to your house!”
“Yes, you are, Iwa chan! You have a fever, you’re sick, and I need to take care of you. My parents are overseas, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
“But I-“
“Shh, baby. Just let me take care of you.”
“... Fine.”
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꒦ ikanaide : chapter three ! ꒦
病欠
. . : iwaizumi gets sick and doesn't tell oikawa. oikawa notices he's not at school and skips practice for the first time to take care of him.
or, iwaizumi doesn't like to take medicine and oikawa can cook.
sniffles. coughs. that's all that could be heard through the iwaizumi household at five am, the time hajime iwaizumi was supposed to be getting ready for school. hanako iwaizumi sighed, not ready to deal with a sick hajime. reluctantly making his way out of the bed he shared with aiya, he got a bucket, a couple of rags, and starting the trek to his son's room.
``hey-`` hanako started, but was interrupted by a coughing fit. ``hajime. how you feeling?``
his son smiled up at him grimly, wiping at the snot in his nose. ``like shit.``
``language.``
``sorry.``
hanako let out another sigh, wringing one of the rags out and placing the damp cloth on his forehead. ``symptoms?``
``cough, sneezing, my nose is runny- and my throat hurts,`` iwaizumi managed, his voice dry and scratchy.
``that bad, huh?`` hanako set the bucket down on the floor, pulling out his phone and thumbing at his screen. ``i'll text your coach and teachers to let them know you can't make it.``
iwaizumi nodded, letting out a small groan. his eyes suddenly flung wide open, and he sat up abruptly, scaring hanako a little. ``don't tell oikawa! he's going to try and skip school to take care of me, i'm sure.``
hanako chuckled, giving his son a little thumbs up and pushing him back down. ``i got it. i'll just let him figure it out himself.``
his son sighed in relief, letting his entire body relax. ``thanks, old man.``
``i'm not old. want some oatmeal?``
``that'd be great. thank you.``
a smile pulled at hanako's lips. ``alright, coming right up, kiddo.`` he made his way out of iwaizumi's room, leaving the door open so air could filter through.
``don't make it sweet! i hate it sweet!``
``i know that!``
hanako made his way into the kitchen, almost running into his wife. ``whoa- oh, good morning, love.``
``morning, hanako.`` aiya yawned, her face contorting into an expression of confusion. ``where's hajime? he should be getting his breakfast ready by now.``
``the kid's sick,`` hanako replied, kissing his wife on the cheek. ``i'm getting him some oatmeal for breakfast.``
aiya nodded, opening a drawer and pulling out a thermometer. she handed it to her husband. ``make sure to take his temperature, too. i want to know if i need to have a doctor over.``
hanako deadpanned, letting out a gruff laugh. ``babe, that's a meat thermometer.``
``oh, is it?`` she smiled apologetically, putting it back and switching it with the other thermometer. ``here, take this, then.``
he reached out to grab at the cool metal, letting it sit in his breast pocket as he got iwaizumi's oatmeal ready. ``can you go get him some cough medicine, or something for his throat? hajime says it's sore.``
his wife nodded, and padded over to the fridge, reaching above it to open the medicine cabinet. she sorted through bottles and bottles of over-the-counter medicine, before finally reaching the cough and sore-throat remedies. pouring a little bit into a plastic cup, aiya put the bottle back and closed the cabinet, placing the cup onto the tray with her son's water glass and oatmeal on it. ``there. have you called hajime's school, yet?``
hanako nodded. ``mhm. already done. hajime doesn't want oikawa-kun to know he's sick yet, so don't tell his mother. knowing her, she'll spill the beans somehow.``
aiya let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth as she did so. ``i understand. he'll probably want to skip school and tend to hajime all day.``
``that boy is something else.``
⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝
oikawa tapped his foot impatiently, standing at the intersection where he and iwaizumi usually meet up. they were supposed to get there early so oikawa could grab something from the convenience store- it was his nephew's birthday, after all, and he wanted to buy some red velvet cake mix.
he let out a sigh, pulling out his phone to check the messages he had with the ace.
› Messages with : Iwaizumi, Hajime
[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] go to sleep already, you idiot
[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] i know you're up watching volleyball matches
[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] it's late, get some rest or i'll hit you
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] yeah, yeah, got it iwa-chan ಠ_ಠ
[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] you don't have to be so rude, you know
[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] and why r u so obsessed w hitting me ?
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[Sent:To Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] goodnight, iwa-chan :D
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] morning, iwa (*ﾟｰﾟ)ゞ
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] where r u 人´∀｀) i'm @ the intersection
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa we're gonna be late i need to go to the store φ(。。*)
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] iwa-chan i'm leaving you >:p
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[Sent:From Oikawa, Toorū] im gonna kill you when i see you
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despite what the messages ensued, he still hadn't left without iwaizumi. he let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. he really had to leave, but he didn't want the ace to be mad once he figured out oikawa had went on without him. oikawa inhaled through his nose, and out through his mouth. pushing aside the fear of a very angry iwaizumi showing up to first period with homicide on his mind.
the sun was rising and starting to shine brightly, slightly blinding oikawa as he glanced at the star. if iwaizumi were here, he would've already been geeking out about it to him, trying to annoy the vice. he wasn't really that obsessed with space and extraterrestrial life, oikawa just liked to annoy his best friends.
``hey, oikawa!`` the setter turned at his name being called, and was instantly greeted with someone running straight into him. arms wrapped around his torso in what he thought was a hug, but couldn't be sure, since all the wind was knocked out of him in the process. familiar tufts of pink-brown hair tickled his nose, and his lips pulled into a small, genuine smile. he wrapped his arms around the attacker's torso, too, breathing in the scent he considered a second home.
``hey, makki. morning.`` oikawa smiled, pulling away to see his friend's beaming face.
hanamaki linked arms with oikawa, pulling him along. ``c'mon, we're going to be late for class!``
oikawa looked down at his phone, checking the time. 06:19 AM, it read. ``makki, it's only six twenty. we have plenty of time.``
``but..`` makki groaned, making a big show of rolling his head back and exposing his neck to the sky. whether or not that was an impression of oikawa on one of his days, oikawa may never know. ``we can be early for once.``
``class doesn't start until seven thirty.`` oikawa sang, pulling away from makki's grip and dragging him along. ``plus, i gotta get something from the store for takeru's birthday.``
his companion made an 'o' shape with his mouth, succumbing to oikawa's charms and letting himself be lead to the nearest store. ``nice. what are you getting?``
``cake mix. red velvet.``
``red velvet? holy shit, can i come to the party?`` hanamaki gasped, giving his friend his full attention now. oikawa laughed, and nodded.
``yeah. i was planning on inviting you and mattsun anyways.`` he replied, scratching the back of his neck. ``iwa-chan gets a free pass, since my mom knows him.``
makki gasped in mock offense, holding his free hand to his heart. ``she knows me too! how come i don't get a free pass? does she not like me?``
oikawa shrugged. ``well, you're kind of.. how can i say this. um-`` he laughed nervously, ``-too energetic, for her taste?``
``this is atrocious. i even did her dishes for her, once.``
``key word, once.`` oikawa retorted, eyeing the store up ahead. ``oh hey, look, there's sakanoshita. think we'll find cake mix there?``
hanamaki shrugged. ``probably. doesn't karasuno's coach work there?``
oikawa nodded. ``hopefully tobio-chan didn't stop by on his way to school. i think i might throw up if i see him.``
``how immature.``
the two of them made their way into the small store, muttering a little "pardon the intrusion!" to the staff, who turned out to be a short, older woman, not karasuno's coach. they both let out a sigh of relief- anything could've happened if it was ukai who was sitting in the little swivel chair behind the counter. possibly just them having to endure the shameless torments from the latter, but who knows.
oikawa and hanamaki glanced at the small signs labeling the aisles, quickly finding the one they were looking for and walked down to the middle, where all the cake mixes lay. the captain sifted through the red velvet mixes while the other eyed the brownie batter with starry eyes. oikawa skimmed the backs of four boxes he settled on, tossing them all into the little basket he had picked up as soon as they walked in. turning to his partner, he couldn't help but let the wide smile overcome his facial features. hanamaki was practically drooling at the pictures of the brownies on the boxes.
he padded over to the wing-spiker and picked up a box, tossing it into the basket as well and waltzed out of the aisle- hanamaki at his heels. ``whoa, are you seriously buying that for me?``
oikawa shook his head. ``for me. to make for you when you come over later.`` he stuck out his tongue at his partner, smiling at the laugh he was able to get out of him.
``sure, whatever you say.``
the captain turned to the lady at the desk, reading the nametag on her shirt. hana sakanoshita. ah. so she was the owner. sakanoshita smiled at him, taking the bag out of his hands and scanning the barcodes on the backs of the boxes. ``find everything okay, honey?``
``yep, great, thank you! could we also get two packs of that strawberry gum?`` he pointed, putting on one of his award-winning smiles. she seemed to melt at this and nodded, quickly bagging up his stuff and handing his credit card back.
``you have a good day, boys.`` she said, waving at them as they exited. the two smiled and waved back, turning towards aoba johsai and resuming their trek.
hanamaki checked his phone, letting out a sharp whistle. ``nice. we didn't take as long as i expected- we have fifteen minutes 'till first period.``
oikawa grinned. ``told you so.``
``yeah, yeah. oh- by the way, where's iwaizumi?`` hanamaki looked around as if he were looking for the teen, turning back to oikawa once he figured out he really wasn't there with them. ``he walks with you, right?``
the latter shrugged, pulling out his own gum pack and popping a strip into his mouth. ``dunno. he didn't show at the intersection where we meet up, so i just went along without him. he didn't answer any of my texts, either.``
``huh.`` hanamaki said, putting his index finger and thumb on his chin in a thinking pose. ``that's weird. maybe he overslept?``
``doubt it. the man sleeps with his phone on so loud, he'll wake up immediately as soon as he hears one of my texts. plus, he has like, fifty alarms back-to-back to wake him up.`` oikawa replied, shutting down makki's theory so fast, he didn't even see it coming.
makki sighed. ``ah. i see.`` he shook his head as to clear his mind of any stray thoughts, and extended his hand. ``i want some gum. hand it over, peasant.``
``yes, my lord.`` oikawa said jokingly, gracefully whipping out the pack of strawberry gum and placing it in his hands. he folded makki's fingers around it, never breaking eye contact with his teammate. ``here it is. do what you wish with it.``
the two snickered at their antics, slinging their arms around one another. ``we're so going to be late.``
``yeah, probably.``
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``oh, yeah, we're so sorry ms. sato. we got stuck in traffic- there was an accident over by my house.`` makki sighed dramatically, shaking his head slightly. ``we would've gotten a late pass, but we didn't think we were going to be so late.``
ms. sato shook her head quickly, smiling at the teen. ``it's okay, hanamaki-kun. just try not to let this happen too much, okay?``
hanamaki nodded. ``yes, ma'am.`` oikawa mentally facepalmed at his antics, and the two walked to the back to sit down in their seats, next to matsukawa, who was struggling to keep a laugh in.
``jesus,`` matsukawa breathed, ``the amount of bullshit in that was immaculate.``
``right?`` he and hanamaki fistbumped, grinning widely like the idiots they were.
oikawa sighed, turning his head slightly to talk to iwaizumi, then stopping himself before he could say anything. iwaizumi's desk stood empty next to his own. the captain frowned, checking his phone for any recent texts from the ace. nothing popped up.
makki slung an arm over oikawa, concern lining his features. ``hey, what's up?``
``he still isn't here.`` he pointed to iwaizumi's desk, the frown growing by the minute. ``and he's not answering. makki, i'm worried.``
a head full of black, unruly hair obscured the view he had of his phone. matsukawa laughed, stepping back. ``so he didn't tell you guys?`` when hanamaki and oikawa looked at him with confused expressions, he chuckled, and continued. ``guys, he's sick. coach was talking about it with ms. sato this morning. if you got here earlier you would've known.``
the captain facepalmed. ``of course, that makes sense. why couldn't he have told me though?``
``dunno.`` mattsun ignored the small pout resting on his captain's lips, shoving at his shoulder a bit. ``lighten up. he probably didn't want you to skip school and take care of him.``
oikawa let out a puff of air. ``yeah, okay. you're probably right.`` he was about to continue but ms. sato had started class, and a comfortable silence fell upon them as they gave the woman their full attention. makki and mattsun glanced at oikawa, worry clearly etched on their faces. perhaps they shouldn't have told him what happened with his best friend.
``oikawa,`` ms. sato supplied, stalking over to his desk and setting two thick packets on the hard wood. ``here's iwaizumi-kun's work. i trust you'll be able to get this to him?``
the latter sighed, looking up towards his sensei with the fakest smile he could muster. ``yes, sato-san, i'll give this to him as soon as i see him.``
ms. sato smiled, patting the boy's head and walking back to the front of the class. ``alright, so, has anyone written down the notes on the board?``
oikawa glanced at the chalkboard, internally groaning as he noticed it was completely filled with notes. where the hell did she find the time to write all that?
he let out the fifth-hundredth sigh that day, picking up his pencil and getting to work. iwaizumi totally owed him.
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``you want to, what?`` coach irihata stared at his pupil, shock painting his features. oikawa stood before him, fumbling with his practice clothes, a faint blush plastered over his cheeks and nose. ``you want to skip practice?``
``yes.`` oikawa nodded. ``it's only for today, so i can go home and take care of iwa-chan. he has a lot of work to catch up on,`` he added, holding up the many papers he had collected from his professors in each class, since his and iwaizumi's timestables were identical.
irihata stared at him some more, then shook his head quickly, smiling at him. ``alright. i don't see why not.``
oikawa brightened, clearly glad by the news. ``thank you so much! i promise i'll make it up to you!`` he chimed, switching his volleyball shoes for a pair of regular sneakers. ``all your meals this week, on me!``
``you don't have to- and he's out the door.`` irihata sighed, glancing at the now agape gym door. the warm afternoon breeze rushed in, leaving an unpleasant, humid feeling. mizoguchi came up behind him, watching oikawa sprint off into the distance. ``that boy is something else, isn't he?``
``definitely.`` mizoguchi laughed, walking forward to close the doors. ``iwaizumi's lucky to have a good friend like him.``
the older coach nodded. ``we're all glad to know him.``
dammit, someone's talking about me, oikawa thought, as he sneezed for the seventh time since leaving aoba johsai. he rubbed his nose, pissed off at the irritation of his sensitive organ. his legs already burned- he had sprinted all the way to the intersection, and was now leaning on a streetlamp, catching his breath. he probably should've put on his knee brace if he knew he was going to exert a little energy on running home, but he was in a rush.
pulling out his phone, he quickly navigated to his email, frowning at the lack of messages from his dear friend hajime iwaizumi. he hadn't read the texts either, so he probably was really exhausted. slipping the device back into his pocket, he started the rest of his trek home, popping another strip of gum into his mouth.
the grocery bag swinging on his arm contained all the contents oikawa thought iwaizumi would need : some cough and cold medicine, a couple of boxes of tissues, a mask for himself, disposable rags, and a heating pad. the materials cost him about ¥800 each, which wasn't that expensive.
finally, after what had seemed like forever, the captain had arrived at iwaizumi's house. there were no cars in the driveway, which meant his parents weren't home. what were they thinking, leaving poor iwa-chan alone while he's sick? oikawa frowned at this. what a silly idea.
he flipped up the doormat, grabbing the key that was strategically placed underneath and unlocked the door. pushing it open, he let out a little ``yahoo~ anyone home?`` to let iwaizumi know he was there. he wasn't expecting a reaction, so seeing iwaizumi come downstairs to greet him kind of scared him out of his wits a little bit.
``jesus! iwa-chan, can't you warn a dude first?`` oikawa panted, placing a hand over his heart. the ace deadpanned, walking over and snatching the bags out of his hands.
``what the hell do you think you're doing here? i'm sick, go home.`` he retorted, his eyebrows furrowing so much, they looked like they were attached to his eyes. he sifted through the bag, pausing once he realized what the plastic bag contained. ``what is this?``
oikawa rolled his eyes, taking the bag back and setting its' contents on the kitchen counter. ``it's for you. you're sick, so i decided to skip practice to come here and take care of you, and to reteach everything that you missed today.`` he replied nonchalantly, shoving iwaizumi towards the direction of his bedroom. ``go back to bed, i'll cook you some lunch, since i'm sure you didn't eat yet.``
iwaizumi didn't reply, because (a) he was right. and (b) he was shocked that the toorū oikawa skipped volleyball practice for him.
``anyways,`` oikawa said, opening his fridge and scanning its' contents. ``how do you feel about egg?``
``i can eat it. i don't feel nauseous or anything,`` iwa replied, sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. ``and wait- you're going to cook?``
the setter turned around, tying an apron around his waist. ``yeah?``
iwaizumi blinked, shaking his head and leaning down on his forearms. ``nothing. continue. don't burn down my kitchen.``
oikawa grinned, having just been granted permission to make his best friend's food. ``alright! on it, iwa-chan!``
``shut up and start cooking.``
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``you have to take it, iwa-chan!``
``NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!`` iwaizumi jumped onto his couch, holding a fork towards oikawa like a weapon. ``GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.``
oikawa let out yet another sigh. ``jeez, if i knew you were going to be this bratty about taking your medicine, i wouldn't have came.`` he took another dangerous step towards iwaizumi, holding out a glass of water and a small cup of liquid cough medicine. ``iwa-chan, if you don't take this, you'll never get better.``
``so? that thing's disgusting.`` iwaizumi fake-retched, the look of disgust on his face almost believable. he should've taken the drama course at school.
another step. ``you seem to have forgotten that i have a kid nephew, who i always got to take his medicine, no matter how big of a tantrum he threw about it.`` another step. ``you're acting like a toddler. just take your medicine and get better.``
``assikawa, if you so as much take one more goddamn step towards me, i'll kill you.`` iwaizumi growled, clenching the fork tighter. of course he wouldn't kill him, he'd just said that to frighten him. somehow, oikawa didn't seemed phased, and took another step.
``hajime iwaizumi. if you don't come down off that couch and take your medicine right now, so help me god, i will bring my mother here and she will be furious when she realizes how much of a tantrum you're putting up right now.`` the setter mused, shaking the glass of water like he was calling him towards him, like a dog. iwaizumi gulped. the aura surrounding oikawa was downright terrifying. his eyes seemed almost lifeless, and it scared the wits out of him. ``on the count of three. if you haven't taken the medicine by then, i'm calling her. one.``
iwaizumi flinched, backing up slightly. could he make it out the front door without oikawa catching him? probably not. his legs were longer, so he'd cover more ground easily.
``two.``
how bad would the punishment be if he just didn't take the medicine? it's not like oikawa would actually call his mother, he wouldn't do that. right?
``three-``
``okay!`` iwaizumi jumped off the couch, grabbing the medicine and pouring it down his throat. he made a face of disgust, snatching the glass of water out of his hand and gulping that down too. he shuddered, trying to force himself to keep the atrocious liquid down. ``there. happy?``
``very.`` oikawa grinned, patting iwaizumi's head. ``good job.``
the ace burned with pride at the praise, letting oikawa's nimble fingers tread through his hair. ``thanks for coming over.``
``of course.`` his friend replied, giving the shorter a warm hug. ``don't mention it. i'll skip practice for you every time.``
``you better not.``
oikawa smiled. ``no promises.``
─── sick day.
chapter 4 !
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Sick-fic headcanons
idk if this appropriate for this time but...
Kuroo X Kenma
- Kuroo is surprisingly whiny when he’s sick and absolutely despises getting sick.
- He’d be the type of person to ignore it until he has like a raging 103° F (39° C) fever and someone forces him to go home.
- “i promise i’m not sick it’s just a head ache”
- insists on working through a fever and Kenma has to be like “get into bed idiot”
- “if you wanted to get me into bed all you had to do was ask kitten”
- “I will let you die”
- Secretly enjoys getting parts of sick because he can get Kenma to dote on him.
- Kenma has gotten better at taking care of himself but still has a relatively weak immune system
- has headaches because he’s super busy and almost always looks at the screen
- wears a-lot of masks because he coughs a lot but has the added bonus of pretty good at hiding his identity
- when they first start dating he kinda has to fight Kuroo off and Kuroo eventually gets it and understands when it’s not that bad.
- But when it does get really bad Kuroo is the best at making him feel better
Bokuto x Akaashi
- Bokuto Has like one errant sniffle or cough and Akaashi is like “Bokuto-san, you are a professional and you have practice tomorrow you cannot afford to get sick. Wear your scarf, take my hat, are you going to take your thick jacket? here are some hand-warmers.” and Bokuto thinks this is adorable.
- This is because Boktuo doesn’t really get sick
- When he does get sick it’s annoying to others because he seems to get better over night.
- “It’s because of my great sleep regimen and great metabolism”
- “i’m too annoyed to tell you that’s not how it works Kou-chan”
- Whenever Bokuto gets really sick everyone panics and Akaashi is always this close to calling Urgent Care
- “Keji, i promise you don’t need to call the hospital”
- Akaashi literally stops being able to function, sleeps for like twenty hours straight
- Bokuto is a very doting boyfriend he brings Akaashi soup and masked cheek kisses until Akaashi feels better.
- all Akaashi wants to do is cuddle until he feels better and bokuto is only too happy to oblige
- Usually takes a long time to get better but doesn’t get sick often either.
- Like with a cold it can take him weeks to stop coughing.
Iwaizumi x Oikawa
- another one of those “lol what, i’m not sick, its only allergies”
- “iwachan, you’re pale and wobbled as you got out of bed this morning”
- hates being sick
- Oikawa dosen’t really know how to take care of sick person so he just buys like eight types of medicine and a bunch of things he hopes will make a person feel better
- Has to fight Oikawa off because the idiot is always insisting on kisses “ Oi, i don’t want you getting sick”
_ functions surprisingly well when sick
- Oikawa is the whiny, demanding sick person
- Iwaizumi grumbles the entire time taking care of him but obviously he loves the attention
- like many, he enjoys cuddles
- his voice gets more nasally than usual when he’s congested and Iwaizumi thinks its the funniest things in the world.
Daichi X Suga
- Suga does not like getting sick so he will legit do anything to avoid it.
- like you get sick and he’s like “nope get you and your pathogens the fuck away from me”
- “you’s sick, you’s on your own honey”
- eats a lot of oranges
- Daichi takes care of himself like a good person
- Daichi makes great chicken soup because his little siblings get sick all the time.
- They don’t really have cold medication in their house so when they have to go and buy some they always overbuy and it expires.
Also, Send Prompts and Ships i wanna see what my Haikyuu brain is made of
#kuroken#BokuAka#i dont know how to write a sickfic so this is my best#kuroo tetsurou#Kozume Kenma#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutaro#iwaoi#Iwaizumi Hajime#oikawa torū#daisuga#sawamura daichi#sugawara kōshi#fluff#sick fic#Headcanon#haikyuu#bokuaka
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Iwaizumi being surprisingly cooperative (maybe even docile) when sick, and tactile too, which would absolutely thrill Oikawa if Iwa wasn’t puking his guts out.
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When Iwaizumi wriggled out of bed shivering, Oikawa took it as a warning to not let him out the house. His eyes were bleary with sickness and his cheeks were flushed, showing telltale signs of a fever. Not even Iwaizumi could fight his own body.
“Get back into bed, you idiot.” Oikawa warned him, already changed into a fresh pair of clothes. “Don’t pretend you’re fine.”
“I have class, Oikawa.” Iwaizumi protested weakly, coughing into his fist. “I shouldn’t miss it.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes, lightly pushing Iwaizumi’s shoulder. He immediately wobbled dangerously, swearing under his breath. “Do you seriously think you’re going to class like that? You’ll fall over and hit your head. You’ll get even dumber.”
“Fine.” Iwaizumi glared weakly at him, but aside from that, he didn’t even react to the insult. It was greatly worrying, especially when Oikawa would never get away with saying that without receiving a kick to the shin.
Oikawa pressed his hand against Iwaizumi’s cheek. His palm grew warm from the fever radiating off him, and Iwaizumi whined when he withdrew his hand.
“Get back into bed. I’ll go and get a thermometer.”
Iwaizumi nodded wordlessly, returning under the covers and shuddering violently. Oikawa grabbed a thermometer from the bathroom and brought it back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Open your mouth.” Oikawa inserts the thermometer into Iwaizumi’s mouth, and he complies wordlessly. It’s almost scary how docile he is, but more importantly, it’s the sweetest thing he’s seen in a while.
But what worries him the most is how high Iwaizumi’s fever is. “It’s thirty-eight-point-five.” Iwaizumi only groans at Oikawa’s announcement, breathing out a groan.
“Do you think you can eat something? You might feel better if you get something in your system.” Oikawa suggested, placing a box of tissues on the bedside table.
“I think-” Iwaizumi cut himself off with a cough, “maybe food would be good. Just be quick.”
Oikawa ruffled Iwaizumi’s hair, that had turned limp from the sweating. “What? Is Iwa-chan going to miss me?”
“Is that a crime?”
Oikawa’s eyes rounded. “Of course not, Iwa-chan! You need all the rest you can get, so lay down and try to sleep, okay?”
He felt needlessly guilty over leaving Iwaizumi, even if it was because he needed to get him food and water. Iwaizumi was never cooperative when he was sick. He would always wrestle Oikawa and end up winning. But now, even Kunimi could probably take him down.
Deciding to make some tofu with soft rice, Oikawa took out the bowl of leftover tofu and threw it in a pot of simmering rice. He added in some soy sauce and stirred. The kitchen was filled with the soft smell of rice, and Oikawa knew he had to save some for himself.
He divided the food into two portions, one larger than the other. Sprinkling bonito flakes to add a finishing touch, Oikawa nodded with a sense of pride. He’d conjured up an amazing sick day meal, both tasty and nutritious.
“Iwa-chan, I made you some food! You hungry?”
Oikawa brought the food into the bedroom on a wooden tray, which he almost dropped upon noticing how worse off Iwaizumi looked. “Hey, you okay? Do you want me to call a doctor?”
Iwaizumi shook his head. “Felt dizzy.” He shivered, glancing at the food Oikawa brought him. “Did you make that… for me?”
“Yeah, of course I did.” Oikawa set the tray down, picking up the bowl and wooden spoon. “Open up. I’ll feed you.”
Iwaizumi stared at Oikawa and furrowed his brows. “Fine.”
“Oh come on Iwa-chan, let me-” Oikawa’s mouth twitched in the middle of his sentence. “Wait, what?”
“I said, fine.” Iwaizumi huffed impatiently. “Feed me already, dumbass.”
Oikawa brought the spoon up to Iwaizumi’s lips, blowing on the steaming rice gruel. “Anything for you, Hajime-chan.”
The childhood nickname elicited a sigh out of Iwaizumi, who cautiously chewed on a mouthful of the rice. He opened his mouth expectantly after finishing the bite, and
Oikawa fed him another spoonful with poorly-masked excitement.
“Thanks for the food, Oikawa.” Iwaizumi finished the meal, allowing Oikawa to feed him. “I think I’m gonna sleep now. I’m tired.”
“Get some rest, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa picked up the empty bowl and spoon, setting it down on the tray. “Call me if you need me.”
He left the bedroom after checking that Iwaizumi was safe under the covers. It was rare that Iwaizumi got so sick that he became eerily obedient. He placed the bowl and spoon in the sink, making a mental note to himself to wash them later.
Grabbing a plastic cup from the cupboard, Oikawa filled it with water, intending to get Iwaizumi to hydrate himself. As he made his way back, his ears picked up muffled noises from under the covers.
“Hey, you okay? How are you feeling?” Oikawa lifted the covers, pulling Iwaizumi closer. Iwaizumi responded with a series of wet coughs, eyes watery from illness. “It’s all right.”
Iwaizumi drew a breath, only to have it rendered null by the continuous stream of coughs. Oikawa hurried to his aid, rubbing his warm back as painful hacking rattled through his chest.
“I don’t feel good,” Iwaizumi groaned in between fits of coughing, spit dripping off the side of his mouth. His coughs began turning guttural, and a watery hiccup rose up his throat.
A sick-sounding burp was pushed out of Iwaizumi, but it ended up being more than that the second time. The coughing turned into gagging, forcing him to empty his stomach onto the blankets and down his chest.
“Shit. It’s all right, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa scrambled for a trash can, but Iwaizumi was already vomiting a second time. His attempts to hold it down by pressing his palm to his mouth proved futile. The partially digested rice rushed out of his mouth and in between his fingers, joining the puddle forming in front of him.
Oikawa rubbed his palm on Iwaizumi’s back in small circles, encouraging him to get it out and over with. The smell of illness lay thick in the room, and there was no telling whether the sheets could be saved or not.
“That was… gross.” Iwaizumi groaned, and Oikawa placed a small trash can under his mouth as he threw up a thin stream of bile. “I’m sorry, Oikawa.”
The little frustration inside Oikawa immediately diminished. “It’s not your fault. No apologizing, okay?” He pried off the soiled t-shirt off Iwaizumi and stripped off the covers. “Do you feel better?”
“A little.” Iwaizumi reached for the glass of water on the bedside table, taking a tentative sip. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
Oikawa ruffled Iwaizumi’s sweat-soaked hair lovingly. “It’s no problem. How about we go and get you a bath? The steam might help with your chest.”
Iwaizumi nodded, allowing Oikawa to hold him steady as he slunk out of bed. Oikawa hummed as he half-carried Iwaizumi; he wouldn’t see him in such a cute yet pitiful state for a long time.
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Iwaizumi Hajime has been looking after Oikawa Tooru since they were both overconfident brats running around their parents' backyards. Now they're (somewhat) functional adults and nothing has changed.
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i was looking through my old unfinished fics when i came across this haikyuu one i wrote that i kind of liked, so i decided to complete it and edited what i had previously written.
so, enjoy!!
Oikawa sat tense at his desk, clenching his teeth as he hissed under his breath. Forcing his eyes shut in attempt to will away the pain, he teared up a little. This pounding headache was killing him. He usually never let a little headache get the better of him and was rather used to little pressure headaches once in a while, but what he could never get used to was his occasional, and thankfully rare, migraines.
“Oikawa? Are you awake?” His Math teacher asked him, irritation evident in her voice, for probably the third time in that period. He opened his eyes. Ah, the blinding lights..
“Yes, I’m sorry.” Oikawa muttered as he sat up again, staring intently at his worksheet in front of him, which was still empty, the numbers on the worksheet basically spinning before his eyes which made it extremely difficult to read the questions.
“Oikawa, i know volleyball can be rather taxing, but you need to get your priorities straight. You’re graduating this year, you know. You can’t afford to sleep in class anymore.” Her words were entering from one ear and leaving through the other. Oikawa really couldn’t focus at all. All he could afford was to give her an apologetic smile.
Throughout the entire lunch period afterwards, Oikawa refused to have anything to eat, and Iwaizumi was getting slightly annoyed.
“At least eat something!” Iwaizumi ordered as he placed a piece of yakisoba bread in front of Oikawa on his desk. Oikawa seemed to be staring into thin air before he finally realised someone was talking to him.
“No thanks, I’m quite full..” Oikawa muttered as he stared at the piece of bread. The sight of it just made his insides toss and turn, his stomach churn…
“Eat it!” Iwaizumi said as he put it right in front of Oikawa’s mouth.
“NO!” Oikawa panicked. His eyes widened as he realised what he had just done, “I mean, like, no thanks. I’m really not hungry.” He tried to redeem himself.
The bread still stayed firm in front of him, unrelenting. His stomach felt highly uncomfortable, an acidic mix churning inside it. Oikawa pursed his lips uncomfortably, grabbing the bread weakly and placed it back down on the desk, out of his sight.
Iwaizumi was weirded out by this. That was a weird reaction from his already weird friend. He’d never seen Oikawa act like this unless he was really uncomfortable. It was to the point where Iwaizumi had no idea how to react.
“Eat it or not, that’s none of my business!” Iwaizumi said as he walked towards his own desk, pretending to get mad at Oikawa and leaving in hope that Oikawa would actually eat the bread afterwards.
Oikawa sighed in relief when Iwaizumi walked away. He placed his pounding head down on his desk, deciding that a short nap would be better than none.
He woke up from that rather comforting nap to the exciting chatter of his classmates streaming back in from lunch five minutes before lessons resumed. As he raised his head, the lights and noise reached him together all at once, and once again aggravated the pounding of his head.
“Shit..” Oikawa muttered as he closed his eyes once again, palm applying pressure on the pounding area.
“Oikawa! Oikawa!” Hanamaki chirped, Matsukawa by his side. Oikawa was sure that he meant no harm, but his voice was echoing painfully in his head.
Oikawa stood up shakily, legs almost giving way, “I’m going to the toilet. I’ll be right back..” Oikawa muttered, not sure if Hanamaki and Matsukawa had heard him clearly, but that was the least of his concerns. He needed to get out of here as fast as possible.
He walked as fast as his shaky legs could carry him towards the nearest bathroom, bumping into people along the way as people side-eyed him. He probably looked like a drunk in their eyes, but he couldn’t care less.
As soon as he got to the bathroom, he collapsed in an empty cubicle, knees buckling underneath him as he painfully coughed up an acidic mix of stomach juices into the toilet.
“Oikawa!” The voice sounded like it was coming from right next to him, but it was weirdly muffled. Was his head playing tricks on him? The cubicle was spinning, his eyelids were heavy.. the voice sounded like…Iwaizumi?
“Hey! Hey! Oikawa! Are you okay?! Don’t faint on me! Hey, talk to me!” Iwaizumi caught him and gave him a light slap to the face to keep him awake. At least, Oikawa thought it was Iwaizumi. The face in front of him just kept spinning and it was so hard for Oikawa to stay focused, let alone stay awake…
“I-Iwa-chan?” Oikawa coughed, choking on his words as his eyes filled up with tears, shaking in Iwaizumi’s arms so much that he kind of reminded Iwaizumi of a small, vulnerable chihuahua.
“You’re alright, Tooru.”
Oikawa subconsciously nestled close to Iwaizumi’s warm chest, eyes closing involuntarily as he was able to stay awake no longer.
“Let’s get you home.” was the last thing Oikawa could hear before he blacked out.
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This belongs in the Chilled Chocolate Pudding universe thing
“Oikawa. Get back in bed.”
“No.”
“Tooru–”
“No, no, no! No, Iwa-chan, you know why? Because bed is for sick people and I,—” Tooru brings his hand to his chest in a big motion, sniffling—“the great Oikawa Tooru, am not sick.”
Pretty convincing speech, if Tooru’s face wasn’t the shade of a lobster and the end of his sentence wasn’t sealed by a racking cough.
Tooru carries on, pretending nothing happened. He stumbles to the entrance where Hajime is standing. It’s more like he’s keeping guard. This is Hour Zero of Tooru being sick, a crucial moment. If left unsupervised Tooru will go out into the world trying to pretend like he’s fine.
The one time he slipped by Hajime’s watchful eye he got a call about two hours later, Tooru feverish and on the verge of tears.
Tooru stands facing him, trying to see where he can sneak by Hajime to get to his shoes. “There’s this really interesting lecture with Dr. Ryoji today and I don’t want to miss it.”
“Really? You really don’t want to miss it,” Hajime drawls on, “too bad, I already said you weren’t attending. Sorry.”
“Hajime, how dare you—” Tooru is interrupted by another bout of coughing, wet and rough, making him double over and grab at the wall to keep steady. It sounds awful. He sounds awful, it makes Hajime’s chest tighten. It’s painful enough that it has Oikawa clutching at his throat trying to swallow and breathe normally. His voice is scratchy, and the flush is high on his cheeks.
Shiny eyes look at Hajime, and in the smallest voice, “Iwa-chan, I think I’m sick.”
Hour Zero, meet Sick Tooru.
Hajime walks up to him, reaches out to rub on his back. He can’t help himself, he deadpans, “Gee, Tooru, I think so too. It’s almost like I’ve been trying to get you to rest for the past hour.”
“Don’t be mean,” Tooru whines, body turning to hunch itself into Hajime’s, long frame trying to bend into a cradle.
“Stop pretending you shouldn’t be under a mountain of blankets and high on cough syrup and maybe I won’t.”
“Fine. I’m going to go bed then.” He says it with finality, arms coming to wrap around Hajime’s middle. What he really means is he’s going to drape over Hajime and become dead weight while he’s dragged into bed, not moving a muscle meanwhile.
He’s limp as a noodle, every gigantor inch of him.
That holds until he’s back in the bedroom, which he has been avoiding at all costs, and takes a glimpse at their bed.
Tooru perks up, looking between the bed and Hajime. “Hajime. You?”
“Told you. Mountain of blankets.”
That really is the best way to describe it. Hajime brought in some chairs, put that engineering classes to use and built them the best, most greatest, fluffiest blanket fort. It’s stuffed full of the couch cushions and every decorative pillow they own.
It says much to how out of it Tooru is that he didn’t notice Hajime puttering about.
“Hajime, you’re the best.”
Tooru unlatches himself from Hajime to crawl inside. “I really didn’t want to go to the lecture with Dr. Ryoji. He’s so boring. He’s like three hundred years old and he pauses as much between each sentence.”
“I know, you told me.”
“Last time I–
“You fell asleep and Kimiko-chan had to wake you up before the lecture ended.” Hajime throws a pillow at him, along with a pair of sweatpants. “Who do you take me for? I listen to you.”
“Hajime,” Tooru whines again, “I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m really sick. My throat hurts a lot.”
That’s Tooru speak for ‘change me out of my jeans,’ so Hajime does, pulling on them from the edge of the bed and folding them neatly while Tooru wiggles on the sweatpants.
Tooru looks at him from under his lashes, bites his lip and mutters,“are you staying?”
What, Hajime’s going to leave?
While Tooru is sick? After he built this? And be hit with the Oikawa Tooru’s Puppy eyes?
Fuck no.
Hajime crawls in, settles as the big spoon. Brushes back Tooru’s bangs and lays a kiss on his forehead. “Fort’s big enough for two, isn’t it?”
Tooru is rubbing his face on his chest, settling in. Hajime sighs. “Oi, don’t wipe your snot on my shirt.”
“Iwa-chan is the best tissue.”
“Fucking, Tooru—”
“The best in the world.”
#iwa-chan the human tissue#iwaoi#iwaoi fluff#sickfic#ish#drabble#im really tired and fluff was in order#look at them being adorable#boo hoo you whores
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Whumptober 2021 Fics Masterlist Tumblr Links
All fics also on my ao3 here
stats: 88,319 words posted, 29 individual fics, 1 series, 31 prompts
This author is Very sleep deprived
1. Bound - Bakugou with background Kiribaku pro heroes
2. Gagged - Bakugou and the sports festival medal ceremony
3. 'Who did this?' - Kagehina and mugging post time skip
4. Trust Fall/Pushed - Dabihawks robbing Hero Commission
5. Broken Nose - Young Erasermic dealing with bullies
6. Touch Starved - Dadzawa with Class 1-A
7. Helplessness - Shinso and Dadzawa
8. Definitely Just A Cold - Shinso sickfic
9. Presumed dead - Kiribaku pro heroes and grieving Kiri
10. Hospital - Iwaoi and knee injury post time skip
11. a. Drowning - Todoroki and Endeavour's bad parenting
11. b. Drowning - Momojirou pirate au
12. Made to Watch - Bakugou getting kidnapping
13. Burns - Zukka with an assassination attempt
14. Crush Injuries - Roy Mustang loses a leg
15. Feed a Cold Starve a Fever - Shinso sickfic and worried Dadzawa
16. Recovery - Bakugou and cats
17. 'Please don't move!' - pro hero Bakugou dying on duty
18. Doctor's Visit - Dabi/Touya and Endeavour's bad parenting
19. Just a Scratch/Bleeding - Tododeku and some vandalism
20. Solitary Confinement - Eri before and after rescue with Dadzawa
21. Blood-Matted Hair - Erasermic post USJ attack
22. Obsession - Bakugou and the media
23. Pursuit - Bakugou and a reporter plus Shinbaku
24. Self-Induced Injuries to Escape - Dabi and police chase
25. Escape - Zukka and responsibility
26. Fallen - Kaminari and an accident on work study
27. I'm Fine I Prom... - Momojirou and Momo has a bad day
28. Nightmares - Zukka post war
29. Overworked - Zuko and Toph friendship college au
30. Major Character Death - Ling mourning Greed
31. Hurt/Comfort /Trauma/Prisoner - Shinso, Dadzawa, and Erasermic
#whumptober2021#whumptober#whumptober 2021#fic masterlist#bnha#mha#haikyuu#hq#fmab#fma#bakugou katuski#shinso hitoshi#kirishima eijirou#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#erasermic#kiribaku#bakushin#momo yaoyorozu#jirou kyouka#momojirou#zuko#sokka#zukka#denki kaminari#kamishin#dabi#touya todoroki#todoroki shouto#izuku midoriya
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hii you said that requests were open so i was wondering if you’d want to write an iwaoi sick fic? like it’s a middle of a practice match agaisnt some school and oikawa feels sick but doesn’t tell anyone beforehand?
Hello and thank you for the request!! I hope this is kinda what you wanted. I tried :) sorry it took me a minute!
An Off Day: an IwaOi Sick fic
Pairing: Sick Oikawa, Caretaker Iwaizumi
Words: ? (I didn’t get a count sorry—longer though)
Warnings: fever, passing out, cursing
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It was a dull day.
Oikawa sat in class, his head resting on his palm, and everything just felt faded. Existing as a human today seemed like entirely too much work.
He wasn’t sure what it was, but his entire day, his surroundings, his overall demeanor— none of them were as vivid and bright as usual. Things were just...off.
He felt off.
A lethargic and overall blah feeling clung to him like a thick winter coat, making him feel like he couldn’t breathe and leaving his head muddled. He didn’t know what was going on with his body and it was incredibly frustrating.
Oikawa scoffed to himself, ignoring the curious side eye from the girl next to him, and resolutely decided to ignore the dull, blah feeling. Surely if he willed himself to feel less blah, then that would put the pep back in his step. Besides, this was his last class of the day and then it was time for practice.
They were playing some no-name, no-skill team in what Oikawa deemed a “charity” practice match. For the other team, it would be a learning experience. For Seijoh, it would be another victory to add to their running total.
Class finally ended and he stood up to head to the club room. Immediately, his knees buckled and black spots danced in his vision. A small hand grasped his upper arm and held him steady. Once the spots cleared, he saw the small girl who sits next to him looking up at him, concern etched into her face.
“Oikawa-san? You look pale. You should go home and rest. I’m sure they’ll be okay without you at practice today.” He shook his head.
“I just got up too fast. Thank you for helping me out,” he smiled and she hesitantly let his arm go. She nodded, grabbed her bag, and left the classroom.
Oikawa, much to his dismay, was still dizzy though. He placed his hands on his desk and ducked his head, squeezing his eyes shut while he waited for it to pass.
In the club room, he met up with Iwaizumi and chatted with his other teammates here and there, resolutely ignoring the fatigue thay plagued him.
Warm-ups came and went and their coach went over the rotation for the practice match. All the while, the lethargy he felt never went away like he thought it would. In fact, it seemed to be increasing and there was now a dull, consistent thudding in his head. Maybe it was more than just an off day? Maybe something was wrong?
He didn’t get much time to explore the new thoughts, because the other team arrived and their practice match began. Oikawa was right; the other team wasn’t a challenge in the slightest. The fact that it was any easy game didn’t make him feel any better about his complete lack of game.
Nearly every single one of his sets was wrong. Too high or too low. Too far left or right. The ball wasn’t settling in his fingers the way he needed it too and it all irritated him to no end.
He couldn’t concentrate. Every now and then, the court tilted dangerously sideways and he had to consciously ground his feet to bring it back to equilibrium. He was starting to feel weak. His limbs weighed about 1,000 lbs, making every lift of his arms to set the ball or movement of his legs to cross the court a Herculean effort. All he wanted was to curl up on the ground and take a nap.
“Hey, you okay?” Matsu walked up to him during a break between serves and put a hand on his shoulder. He was frowning. Oikawa glowered at him.
Was he okay? No. Of course not. He was 98% sure that he had a fever. Would that stop him from playing? No. Of course not. This was an easy team to beat. If he couldn’t push through this, then he wasn’t worth anything to his team.
“Yeah. Fine.” He snapped. Matsuhana put his hands up and backed away. Play resumed.
It was just a cold. He could shake this feeling if he just pushed through it hard enough. If Oikawa was confident of anything, it was his ability to ignore negative feelings and punch through bad moods.
That confidence slowly drained out of Oikawa along with any energy and focus he may have had the longer the game continued.
The two teams switched sides of the court and Iwaizumi appeared at his side.
“Hey, what’s the deal? You okay? We should have taken this set a long time ago,” he grumbled, his usual grumpy tone setting all of Oikawa’s already frazzled nerves even more on edge. His lip curled as he glanced over at his best friend.
“Thanks, Iwa-chan, I didn’t realize,” he sneered. Iwa’s eyes widened and he blinked comically. Oikawa would have made a joke if he wasn’t feeling so shitty.
“Don’t take it out on me, Trashykawa,” Iwa’s eyes narrowed, “your sets have been off all match.”
Oikawa felt like he was slapped in the face because he knew that. Of course he was more than aware that not a single one of his sets hit their mark yet. It was eating away at him and it made his stomach churn. He could do this though. He would not let his team down.
“I know,” he muttered. Iwa’s face changed again, but Oikawa’s vision blurred and he couldn’t make out what expression the ace had. He walked away.
“Oi, come back here a seco—“ Iwa started but was cut off by their coach.
“Iwaizumi! You gonna stand around and talk all day or are you gonna let us resume the match?”
He glanced one more time at Oikawa before getting into position. Oikawa thought maybe he looked concerned or upset or something, but he honestly didn’t have the energy to figure it out. It was all he could do to stand up right.
The set continued and each passing second was an eternity to Oikawa. Black spots popped up more frequently and he had to squeeze his eyes shut quickly and exhale to keep himself from passing out. It was a losing battle.
The dull thud in his head grew into a steady pounding that took up residence behind his eyes, leaving him vaguely nauseated. It was getting harder to breathe, even though he wasn’t running around like he normally would be. The gym swirled and he blinked several times, but it wasn’t going back to normal. The sounds of shouting and squeaking shoes faded away, replaced by a strange roaring sound.
Oikawa realized very quickly that he was in serious trouble.
“Oikawa!” Wataru’s shout cut through the roaring and sent a sharp pain through his head. As quickly as it left, the roaring in his ears returned and with it, his vision completely blacked out. It took all his effort to call out for help.
“Iwa-cha—“ the sound got caught in his throat and his body crumpled to the floor.
The next thing he knew, Oikawa was staring at the ceiling. He blinked a few times and groaned. The lights beaming down on him reminded him of the migraine he definitely had and he shivered. Why was he on the ground?
“Tooru? Oh thank god,” Iwa’s face entered his field of vision (and blocked the light, thankfully). His voice was shaking and desperate, adding to Oikawa’s confusion.
“Iwa-chan?” He said feebly.
“Are you okay? What hurts? Fuck, Tooru. You scared the shit out of me,” Iwaizumi was frantic, his hands cupping Oikawa’s face, making the sick boy cringe. Touching was no good. He didn’t want that right now.
The corners of Iwaizumi’s mouth pulled down and his eyebrows scrunched. He moved one of his hand’s to Oikawa’s forehead and the other to his own. His eyes blew wide.
“Holy shit, Tooru! Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick, dumbass?”
Oh. He’d been caught.
“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t know?” He smiled weakly up at his best friend, who scoffed in return.
“Idiot,” he mumbled before turning his head towards somewhere above Oikawa. The lights pierced Oikawa’s vision and he moaned when his head pulsated. He tried to curl up, but Iwaizumi was already trying to get him standing.
“Coach, he’s got a fever,” Iwaizumi shouted across the gym and Oikawa’s knees buckled. Luckily, Iwa’s arms were securely around his waist.
“I’m gonna take him to the club room and call one of our moms to come pick us up. Do you need me here?”
“No, go take care of our idiot captain,” their coach responded, his arms crossed over his chest. Normally, Oikawa would’ve squaked at the insult, but it was taking all of his attention to stay awake.
“We got this man. Go handle the child,” Makki snickered.
“Mean, Makki,” Oikawa managed to whine as he and Iwa stumbled out of the gym.
By the time they got back to the club room, Oikawa was sweating profusely, panting, and leaning almost all of his weight on Iwaizumi.
Iwa led them to the back of the clubroom and guided them down to sit against the wall. Oikawa shivered and immediately curled into Iwa’s side.
“How the hell did you let it get so bad, Shittykawa,” Iwa questioned. His tone held more concern than malice and it settled Oikawa’s nerves ever so slightly.
“Mmm, so warm Iwa-chan,” was all Oikawa could respond with. Iwaizumi scoffed, but threw an arm around Oikawa’s shoulder and pulled him closer anyway. The setter smiled.
“Yo, who should I call?” Iwaizumi asked, his tone still lacking its normal gruffness.
“Everyone in my family is working right now, Iwa-chan. No one is going to pick up,” Oikawa said. His throat was getting sore now. That means he’s sick sick. He frowned. Another shiver shot up his spine.
Iwa sighed, “okay. I’ll call my mom. She won’t be able to get here for at least half an hour though. Will you be okay until then? We can take the bus if you want.”
Oikawa nuzzled into Iwa’s shoulder. The smallest hints of his cologne were still present, despite getting sweaty from practice.
“No. No bus. We’ll want for Auntie, if that’s okay with you?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll call her.”
“I’m sorry, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa yawned. His eyes started drifting closed. Man, did a nap sound perfect right now.
“Don’t apologize, Tooru. Just scared me,” Iwa muttered and Oikawa felt the ace’s nose nuzzle into the top of his head. He relaxed further, in spite of the chills running through his body.
“Get some rest. I’ll wake you when my mom gets here,” Iwa whispered and Oikawa couldn’t remember the last time he sounded so soft. At least towards him anyway. Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa down gently so the setter’s head was pillowed on his lap.
Oikawa fell asleep to Iwaizumi’s gentle hands carding through his hair.
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could u write an oikawa sickfic w iwa taking care of him? pls include emeto and a very clingy oikawa that shit makes my heart go WILD BRO
ship : iwaoi. | iwaizumi x oikawa |
genre : fluff.
warning : emeto.
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See, Oikawa tended to be clingy when he was sick. And today - all he wanted was to cuddle with his Iwa chan. To his dismay, Iwaizumi was studying. Today was just another weekend to him, but to Oikawa - it was a little more than that. Him and Iwaizumi were laying down on his bed, whilst he squirmed, trying to find a position which brought his stomach even the slightest amount of relief. He normally would’ve whined to Iwaizumi about it, but he was studying, and he didn’t want to bother him.
Besides that, he silently clung onto his arm, closing his eyes, and just hoping that his stomach would stop cramping in the painful way that it’d been doing for the past hour. Iwaizumi had noticed all the squirming, and the clinging ; the clinging was pretty normal to him, Oikawa didn’t cling to him this much while he was studying. And he was being a lot less talkative. Oikawa has the decency to keep it a bit down while he was studying, but he did usually brighten the mood a lot. Oikawa’s eyes suddenly widened, forcing his attention towards him instead of studying.
“Oi, shittyka-”
“Bathroom—”
He spluttered out quickly, quickly stumbling into the bathroom. He hastily shut the door, falling down to his knees, letting out a small burp, as the acidic liquid forcefully erupted from his mouth, a retch ripping out from his throat soon after. A choked cough escaped his lips, forcing another wave of the acidic-tasting liquid, full of everything he had eaten throughout the day. The chunks he felt against his throat only made him feel more disgusted, sick. Sweat trickled down his forehead, as he let out a small sob. He wanted this to stop.
Meanwhile, Iwaizumi just thought Oikawa was in the bathroom. He didn’t suspect anything. Until Oikawa hasn’t come back in 10 minutes. He walked up to the bathroom, not knowing what to expect. However, what he didn’t expect - was to hear his boyfriend throwing up. He tried to remain calm, opened the door, kneeled down next to his sobbing and currently throwing up boyfriend, placing a hand on his back, and gently drawing circles on it.
“I-Iwa- hurk- I don’t feel good—”
“I know, baby, I know. Let it out. You’ll feel better after you do, I promise.”
Iwaizumi tried his best to comfort Oikawa, and he was hoping it was somewhat working. The way Oikawa sobbed broke his heart, he wished he could do more to help. Once Oikawa had finished, he leaned against Iwaizumi, a small whimper leaving his lips. A few exhausted tears were still running down his face, those of which Iwaizumi used his thumb to wipe off.
“Think you’re ready to go back to your room?”
“I think so...”
“Alright, come on. Careful.”
Iwaizumi began to stand up, using his hands to steady Oikawa. Once both were stood up, Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around Oikawa’s waist, leading him back to his room, and laying him down. He took his books, pens, paper, for studying - and placed them away from Oikawa. They weren’t important anymore, Oikawa was. He was always more important to Iwaizumi. He should’ve noticed, this was his boyfriend. Sitting down next to Oikawa, he began to gently stroke his hair.
“Tooru, why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were studying... I didn’t wanna bother you.”
Oikawa spoke, voice slightly rough from all the vomiting he had just done. Iwaizumi let out a sigh, he couldn’t believe his boyfriend sometimes. But he did love him, and he’d do anything for him.
“Tooru. You’re so much more important than some stupid schoolwork.”
“Iwa-”
“It’s okay. I’ll go get you some water, stay here, and you try and rest up for me, okay?”
He attempted to stand up, to go and grab Oikawa a glass of water - only to be pulled back. He looked back towards Oikawa, expression immediately softening. Oikawa was staring at him with the most adorable, yet pleading expression. His face was flushed, indicating that he, most likely, had a fever they’d need to fight off. With a small sigh, he laid down next to Oikawa, embracing him as soon as he did.
“G’night Iwa chan... Love you...”
And with those words, Oikawa began to drift off into a deep, and actually somewhat comfortable sleep. All thanks to his precious, precious Iwa chan.
“I love you too, Tooru.”
Maybe being as clingy as Oikawa was wasn’t that bad, huh?
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Thank you so much for requesting! Please, let me know if you liked the fic or not, if not, I can always make a new version! I’m sorry if this took to long, but either way, I hope you enjoyed it!
Feel free to request again at any time! I’ll be happy to write some more of your requests. ^^
Have a wonderful day, everyone!
| the render used in the edit above is not mine! If anyone knows who created it, please let me know and I’ll credit them right away. |
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SHIPS THAT I DON'T WRITE ABOUT
TsukkiYama, KageHina, DaiSuga, LevYaku, UshiTen, TsukiKage, KuroTsukki, OiKage.
RARE SHIPS THAT I WRITE ABOUT
AkaHina, KuroShou, AtsuKita, TsukiHina, OiSuga, UshiOi.
SOME COMMON SHIPS THAT I WRITE ABOUT
AsaNoya, BokuAka, KuroKen, AranKita, SakuAtsu, OsaSuna, SemiShira, KinKuni, IwaOi.
I LIKE THESE "UNDERRATED" CHARACTERS (ANY SHIP WITH THEM)
Konoha, Komori, Kunimi.
WHAT I DON'T WRITE
Major Character Death and smut.
WHAT I LIKE TO WRITE
Sickfic, Mpreg, Whump.
PROMPTS I LIKE TO WRITE
Bodyswap, Enemies To Lovers, Fake Dating.
IF YOUR SHIP DON'T APPEAR IN THE "DON'T WRITE ABOUT" SECTION, I CAN WRITE ABOUT THEN.
I WRITE ABOUT EVERY PROMPT, JUST SEND ME WHICH ONE YOU WANT (EXCEPT MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AND SMUT).
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He is my comfort and my sorrows
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/375hh4Q
by Elemaih
Oikawa always knew he wouldn’t end up with the person he wanted to be with he just didn’t picture being ripped away from them in such a crewl way
Words: 961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: haikyuu
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: M/M
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru's Family, Oikawa Tooru, mattskawa, Hanamaki Takahiro, Seijoh
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Angst, Character Death, m/m - Freeform, iwaoi - Freeform
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/375hh4Q
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