Chapter 1: No Good for Him
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If Uenoyama had known this is how his day would have turned out, he would have just stayed home. Being at his house, his sister and father gone for the weekend, would have been better than his current situation. And less embarrassing. Humiliating.
It started out as a headache, a small annoying ache across the bridge of his nose and behind his eyes as he waved to his father as they pulled out on the street, leaving him behind so he could go to school and practice with his band… and spend time with his boyfriend. His stomach had followed later that evening, making the noodles his sister had prepared ahead of time, difficult to eat. He thought all he needed was rest. After all, Given had been practicing like hell lately to prepare for their next gig, and school exams were coming up, so sleep was getting hard to come by.
By Friday morning as Uenoyama begrudgingly walked through the gates of his school, smiling towards Mafuyu as the red-head made his way towards him, the 17-year-old realized, that might not have been the case. Despite getting a few decent hours of uninterrupted sleep and choking down a few Aspirin, along with whatever the hell his sister had left out for him for breakfast, his headache had worsened and his stomach even more so.
All-in-all, his day hadn’t gone great. But things went from bad to worse after classes ended, and he followed Mafuyu back to his apartment to practice and hang out. They hadn’t spent a whole lot of time together outside of rehearsal, even less as just the two of them. Working several jobs a week made alone time rare. Never mind the stress from school didn’t help, so the Friday hang out/ date night was something they both were looking forward to. And something Uenoyama really didn’t want to cancel.
However, had he known this is where he’d end up, he’d have canceled in a heartbeat. Because cancelling, staying in a quiet lonely house for the weekend, would have been better than this. Preferred even. Given his current situation.
Instead, the 17-year-old found himself hunched over the toilet, puking his guts out for what had to be the fourth time, in Mafuyu’s cramped bathroom while his boyfriend hovered over him. He wasn’t entirely sure when things took a turn. One minute him and Mafuyu were tuning their guitars and joking with each other; the next, he’s vomiting up the tea the younger had offered when they got there.
“Uenoyama?”
Mafuyu’s concerned voice hit his ears as the 17-year-old leaned his sweaty forehead against his arm on the rim of the toilet. He swallowed thickly as Mafuyu’s hand trailed gently up his back, pulling some hair away from his face. He closed his eyes, soft fingers carding through greasy sweaty locks. This. Sucked. So. Fucking. Much.
He didn’t want to look at Mafuyu. Not right now. Not like this. He always tried so hard to be cool in front of his boyfriend. To appear tough. Hell, the only other people outside of his family who’d seen him sick like this, was Haruki and Kaji (a memory Uenoyama barely recalled as he’d been 14 and had one hell of a fever.) But right now, Mafuyu’s normally comforting grasp was nothing more than a reminder of his current situation. Not only had he thrown up in front of the younger several times within the past two hours, but he probably looked just as bad as he felt.
Sweat plastered to him roughly as his hair matted against flushed skin. His head hurt more than anything, making his stomach even more nauseous and hard to keep down the water his boyfriend had offered him several times. Honestly, Uenoyama would chalk this up to a migraine, something he hadn’t had since he was a kid, except for the fact that he was shivering, sweat soaking his shirt, making it cling to his back and chest uncomfortably. So, he had a fever too, which was uncommon with the headaches he’d sometimes get. All-in-all, he probably had some stomach bug that’d been going around school. And instead of staying home like he’d planned, he forced himself to school, to see Mafuyu, trying to be a good son and boyfriend. An almost laughable cosmic result to his efforts. He really should have just stayed home. Because being alone and miserable was better than being this vulnerable, this uncool, this pathetic, and miserable.
Mafuyu hummed lowly, his fingers brushing against Uenoyama’s sweaty cheek as the ladder groaned, pulling himself back over the toilet. Uenoyama clenched his eyes, saliva building in his mouth as his stomach cramped. Part of him wanted to curl up against his boyfriend, giving in to his soft grip, letting himself be cared for – let himself be weak. Part of him wanted Mafuyu to hold him, to soothe all the shit that his body was trying to force to the surface through fevered skin, a spinning head, and nauseous stomach.
Another part of him wanted to tell Mafuyu to leave. To go back to his room, to leave him alone to wallow in his own misery until he found enough of his footing to make it to the train station, to make it home. It wasn’t that his boyfriend had done anything wrong; hell, he’d been glued to him since Uenoyama unceremoniously sprinted to the bathroom after trying his best to shove his guitar as gently as possible away from his twisting stomach. If anything, the amount of attention he was being showered with was almost addicting, the comfort he wanted so badly to give into… it was embarrassing really.
But that wasn’t his style. He didn’t like showing weakness. But right now, weakness was all he fucking had. To make matters worse, he couldn’t look any weaker if he tried. He couldn’t keep anything down, and the fever was making it harder to concentrate, to hold himself up, to breathe properly. Never mind the fact that he’d been cramped in the bathroom, vomiting for the last two hours, in front of his boyfriend… in front of the person he’d just been making out with. The person he’d been intimate with, who-
The 17-year-old lurched, coughing up the pitiful amount of water he’d choked down not even twenty minutes ago as Mafuyu adjusted his grasp, shushing him gently. In the hallway, Kedama yipped, spinning slightly before sitting down, and Uenoyama gagged roughly, his boyfriend’s hand gently trailing up and down his sweat-soaked shirt.
Chapter 2: Tough Guy
Summary:
Notes for kid Uenoyama getting sick with Kaji/ Haruki, and them being dumb idiots in love (unknowingly).
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Basically, a 14-year-old Uenoyama is sick after a show (like really sick because he was hiding it to play this show because it was just a headache and low grade fever - amateur stuff) and Kaji and Haruki take care of him. It's really cute in my head so I'll try to do the head cannon notes justice :) Let me know your thoughts:
Basically after their show, Ritsuka pukes in Haruki’s car. All three are driving back after their show (they’ve only been preforming/ practicing a few months) that is about three hours away. Since they are newly formed, they’ll take anything they can get. The fourth member of the band rode back with his girlfriend (some tension there between him and the other three), and Haruki/ Kaji talk in the front seat, smoking while driving through the dark; Ritsuka “sleeping” in the back, his head against the window. He’s been fairly quiet and sluggish since their show ended, but the older two chalk it up to him being drained between starting High School and practicing/ performing; besides, Uenoyama wasn’t really a talker/ sharer. They’ve been practicing a lot lately to get their sound right as they are still learning how to work with each others sound/ technique.
Ritsuka ends up jerking awake and vomiting on himself/ in the backseat, and Haruki pulls over all flustered as him and Kaji get out, opening the side door. The 14-year-old is all lethargic and sweaty (and gross); he has a high fever, barely responding to Kaji’s questions or Haruki’s touches as he tries to clean him up; pulling the kid’s soiled shirt from him and giving the teen his jacket for now as Kaji coaxes him to take some water Haruki had in his trunk. It comes back up.
They end up taking the 14-year-old to a clinic. Haruki in the waiting area while Kaji calls Ritsuka’s sister to explain what was going on. Him pacing outside, flicking his cigarette ash to the ground as Haruki reflects. The clinic gives the teenager fluids and want to keep him over night but don’t have any open beds available- they opt to send him “home” with some meds, explaining the kid would need rest and that he probably has a stomach bug.
After some bickering, Haruki and Kaji decide to check in at a dingy motel a few blocks over; Kaji gripping his arm around the swaying teenager as Haruki unlocks the door. The room is plain to say the least- one bed, one couch and cheap decorations. But considering the two college students didn’t have much money, and Ritsuka wasn’t a complainer, the room would work for the night. Besides Yayoi said she’d feel better if her brother got some rest versus finishing the two hour drive back at 2am.
Ritsuka getting worse throughout the night (puking, can’t keep anything down, fever, headache, everything), his temperature remaining steady because the clinic explained that it could take a while for his body to respond to the fluids. Haruki waking up to Kaji talking softly to Ritsuka in the bathroom as the kid retches (it’s alright. You’re alright, little dude. It’s okay…) At one point, the 14-year-old breaks down, demanding his sister (which freaks out Haruki because it’s so out of place) but Yayoi usually takes care of him when he’s sick after their mom. Kaji manages to make a deal with the teenager to let Haruki help clean him up (something he’s been trying to do for a while like changing his shirt again or washing his hair or wiping him off, etc… getting the kid to drink more or take meds) and Kaji will call his sister so they can talk. Ritsuka finally agrees and Kaji calls Yayoi at 4/5am (she curses Kaji out at first for waking her, ie Haruki overhearing Kajis conversation in the other room - “yeah, he wants to talk to you. No, but if it doesn’t break by morning, we’ll take him back to the clinic…”) so the kid can talk to her/ she can calm him down. Yayoi says that Ritsuka can get emotional if he’s overly exhausted/ not feeling well.
Haruki stepping out of the bathroom when Ritsuka starts talking to his sister because the kid breaks basically the second he hears her voice, saying he wants to go home, he doesn’t feel well and he wants her, etc.
Kaji, leaning against the door as Haruki lets out a steady breath, swallowing thickly as the 14-year-old chokes.
“You okay?”
Haruki nods, clearing his throat, “Yeah. Just kind of forgot he’s a lot younger than us…”
Haruki/ Kaji being best bros to the teenager- “You gotta tell us these things man. We’re a band… maybe more than a band. We’re like brothers.”
Haruki being sweet and gentle despite feeling awkward. Him sleeping next to the 14-year-old because the kid asked shyly to not be alone - Yayoi scolded him for not letting Haruki or Kaji help - Kaji speaking lowly, referring to Ritsuka as “little dude, little man, kid,” etc. He has sisters so he knows a few things about taking care of someone. Kaji sleeping on the crappy couch, arguing with Yayoi on the phone… comes back from a convenience store run to Ritsuka sleeping against Haruki, Haruki running his fingers through the kids hair and Kaji joking around but in reality, it’s cute.
Yeah. Maybe I’ll try dabbling this week as I am off for a week and half. But I have the idea of Ritsuka getting sick and Haruki/ Kaji (they flirt with each other playfully - Kaji mentions that Haruki’s hair is getting long/ Haruki saying he’s gunna cut it soon and Kaji saying he shouldn’t because it’s pretty which leads to Haruki blushing) caring for this kid they’ve heard rumors about as a guitarist prodigy, a kid they barely know. It being awkward at first because they’ve only known each other for a few months. Tension with the fourth member. Thoughts?
blackic3 on Chapter 2 Sun 07 Jul 2024 04:08PM UTC
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