Feel Better – Iwa-chan

For my friend Admin Iwa-chan over at @aaaghkaashi who has been under the weather too long and I want to feel better! – Jade

Iwaizumi walks into the bedroom and looks at your form, tossing and turning thanks to an inability to breath through both nostrils. He sighs, frustrated on your behalf that this damn – whatever it is – won’t just quit. 

He continues forward, kneels over you and presses his forehead to yours. You’re still warmer than he’d like. “How are you feeling?” he asks. 

You shrug, leaning as his hand caresses your cheek. You miss his kisses but insist on no lip action in the hopes that he won’t catch this dreadful cold.

“Still out of it,” you admit with a wistful smile. 

He frowns, plants a peck to your forehead. “I’ll get you some soup.”

He returns ten minutes later with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup – his mother sent it homemade when she heard you were ill – and sets it on the dresser.

After helping you lean up and putting pillows at your back he sets up a tray over your lap and places the bowl on it.

You glance around with half closed eyes. “Where’s my phone?” you ask looking up at him.

He gives you an annoyed look, but it’s not for you. “It wouldn’t stop going off since Jade, Chi and Trashykawa kept sending you stuff. And,” now the look turns affectionately stern, “you kept pushing yourself to write when you need to rest.”

You open your mouth to protest but he speaks over you, “Don’t worry, I answered the texts and queued up some of your old work.”

You blink in surprise. “Thanks.”

He shrugs. “Who else is gonna take care of you?”

You smile, crook your finger to come closer. He does, his handsome face inches from yours. Gently you turn his head and kiss his cheek. “Love you too,” you whisper.

He blushes then stands up, points to the food. “Eat your soup before it gets cold.”