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[stickinmypants]

Tenth...

[Gokudera breaks off with a cough. For once, it has nothing to do with smoking]

I'm sorry, Tenth, but I won't be able to walk you to school today. [Swallows, looking SO ASHAMED for this. But Gokudera isn't stupid. He knows fevers point to contagion and there's no way he's going to get the Tenth sick! As soon as he's better, he'll be stalking

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BACKDATED TO HIS BIRTHDAY I AM SO SORRY

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Hayato-?

Woah, Hayato, are you all right?!

[stickinmypants]

What do you think? [Scowls, before breaking off to cough again]

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Are you sick...?

Ah! Uh. I'll stay home too.

[stickinmypants]

What are you talking about?

[Covers his face with his forearm, muttering] Idiots need to go to school. [Coughs]

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Ahah! But you're sick and someone's gotta take care of you, right?

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Besides.

It's your birthday.

[stickinmypants]

[Splutters beneath his arm, jerking it away again]

The hell?

[Hard to tell if he's flushed from fever or being flustered. Probably both] No, it's not! [Lies, like that will get him out of it]

[combiplay]

Hahaha! What? But it's September Ninth!

You're fifteen now! Happy Birthday, Gokudera!

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[stickinmypants]

[Preparing to curse up a storm, and he's coughing. BRB]

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[stickinmypants]

[Ugh! Gokudera just wants to die now. It's him or Yamamoto - and he has a leg up due to his cold]

I-idiot!

[Just going to turn redder and bury his face in the pillow]

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Did I say something bad? [But it's clear from the grin on his face that he knows he didn't.]

I'll go make you some birthday soup!

[stickinmypants]

[Grumbles 'fucking embarrassing' into the pillow, attempt at smothering unsuccessful]

Fine! [Ugh. This idiot]

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And Takeshi did just that. Opened a can of soup and warmed the contents quickly, then made tea to go with it.

And, because that possibly wasn't embarrassing enough, he'd toast two pieces of bread and wrote ' happy birthday' on them. In ketchup. (Everyone likes ketchup bread, right?)

That all finished, he'd bring it to Hayato's room on a tray, knocking once before letting himself in.

"Hey! How're you feeling?"

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[stickinmypants]

Gokudera, having anticipated being intruded upon with soup, obviously can no longer lay around feeling miserable. He has to brace himself for being annoyed by Yamamoto - and he also secretly hates the idea of being caught laying around looking sick, not that it can be helped.

So in the time it took for the slightly older boy to make his preparations, Gokudera has chucked his pillow away, twisted the covers up and shoved them aside so that he could sit up and tug at his rumpled shirt. He ran a hand back through his hair, but it's hopeless, flat on one side and sticking up in pieces, as usual, and the permanently flushed face isn't helping.

Fuck it. What does he care what he looks like? He's not a stupid girl! And if Yamamoto is disgusted by it, he can leave the food and go. Total win.

Gokudera frowns over at him, looking put. Out. No, he's not fucking pouting. As if.

"How do you think? Tch."

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"Ah, probably have been better, right? But hey! You're fifteen now, and the child wont last long."

Or, well, it might not if he lay down, put covers on, and ate the soup. "Maa..."

Frowning a bit at his state, he went to put the tray down beside him, before going to look around for his covers. "You should really be keeping warm..."

[stickinmypants]

"I am warm, asshole," Gokudera argued. Clearly his normally prickly disposition was by no means diminished by disease. If anything, it probably made a short fuse even shorter, even if he wasn't packing the same sort of energy behind it.

It feels like he's radiating heat, at least his face is. But the bare skin of his arms tingle and Gokudera crosses him arms, stubbornly ignoring it - although folded arms do offer some unintended insulation.