Fic: Kou-chan's One Weakness (Megaranger, 1/1, PG-13, Kenta/Kouichirou)
Summary: Everyone fails sometime.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Written for H/C bingo prompt fever/delirium
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"Sit up," Kenta said gently, sliding an arm under Kouichirou's shoulders. "Come on, Kou-chan, you need to have some water."
"I never get sick," Kouichirou muttered. His mouth felt dry. Why was his mouth so dry? He always stayed hydrated. It was part of his balanced diet and training regiment.
Kenta laughed. "You said that already. Twenty or thirty times."
"But I train," he wailed. "And I eat right, and I wash my hands." He had to stop to sip at the water Kenta held at his lips. Kenta was awfully skilled at this. His arm felt comfortable and strong around Kouichirou's back, he knew what Kouichirou needed before he knew himself, and Kenta... Kenta smelled good.
"Yes, but everyone gets sick sometimes," Kenta said, helping him lie back down again. Kenta pulled the blankets up over him, and Kouichirou felt his eyes beginning to close again.
His throat still felt bad, and his nasal passages were irritated. But he didn't feel dizzy any more, and his cough had almost vanished. He just needed to rest, and he'd be fine. Superior constitution, that's what he had. "It's still weird," he yawned, as Kenta put a cool hand on his forehead.
"Weird is what Doctor Hinelar did with that Neijire beast."
Kouichirou cringed. "I'm really sorry about that."
Kenta laughed. "No, no, it's not your fault, Kou-chan!" He passed a hand over Kouichirou's eyes. Kouichirou shut them automatically, wondering when he'd gotten to the point where he was so comfortable with *Kenta*, of all people, in his *room*. "It was a cool idea."
"Yes, but using my fever hallucinations like that..."
"The fifty foot tall one of me naked was interesting," Kenta agreed. "I didn't know you were that scared of me."
Kouichirou's eyes shot open, but Kenta was grinning that annoying monkey grin down at him. He wasn't serious. "I'm not scared of you," he said with great dignity, letting his eyes slide shut again. "I'm just sorry that you had to fight a version of yourself."
"It's okay. It was kind of cool."
"Only you would find that cool, Kenta."
Kouichirou felt lips brush against his.
"It just shows you think of me even when you're crazy out of your mind with fever," Kenta murmured.
Kouichirou had no comeback to that. He sighed, squeezed Kenta's hand, and let himself drift off to sleep.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Written for H/C bingo prompt fever/delirium
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"Sit up," Kenta said gently, sliding an arm under Kouichirou's shoulders. "Come on, Kou-chan, you need to have some water."
"I never get sick," Kouichirou muttered. His mouth felt dry. Why was his mouth so dry? He always stayed hydrated. It was part of his balanced diet and training regiment.
Kenta laughed. "You said that already. Twenty or thirty times."
"But I train," he wailed. "And I eat right, and I wash my hands." He had to stop to sip at the water Kenta held at his lips. Kenta was awfully skilled at this. His arm felt comfortable and strong around Kouichirou's back, he knew what Kouichirou needed before he knew himself, and Kenta... Kenta smelled good.
"Yes, but everyone gets sick sometimes," Kenta said, helping him lie back down again. Kenta pulled the blankets up over him, and Kouichirou felt his eyes beginning to close again.
His throat still felt bad, and his nasal passages were irritated. But he didn't feel dizzy any more, and his cough had almost vanished. He just needed to rest, and he'd be fine. Superior constitution, that's what he had. "It's still weird," he yawned, as Kenta put a cool hand on his forehead.
"Weird is what Doctor Hinelar did with that Neijire beast."
Kouichirou cringed. "I'm really sorry about that."
Kenta laughed. "No, no, it's not your fault, Kou-chan!" He passed a hand over Kouichirou's eyes. Kouichirou shut them automatically, wondering when he'd gotten to the point where he was so comfortable with *Kenta*, of all people, in his *room*. "It was a cool idea."
"Yes, but using my fever hallucinations like that..."
"The fifty foot tall one of me naked was interesting," Kenta agreed. "I didn't know you were that scared of me."
Kouichirou's eyes shot open, but Kenta was grinning that annoying monkey grin down at him. He wasn't serious. "I'm not scared of you," he said with great dignity, letting his eyes slide shut again. "I'm just sorry that you had to fight a version of yourself."
"It's okay. It was kind of cool."
"Only you would find that cool, Kenta."
Kouichirou felt lips brush against his.
"It just shows you think of me even when you're crazy out of your mind with fever," Kenta murmured.
Kouichirou had no comeback to that. He sighed, squeezed Kenta's hand, and let himself drift off to sleep.