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Title: Nurse Fay to the Rescue
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle - General series
Characters: Kurogane/Fay, Yuuko, random students
Prompt: 100. Sick
Word Count: 888
Rating: K+
Summary: Kurogane's not sick. Really.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta, alys_wonder, and to gacktyougirl for the plot bunny. Horitsuba verse. Not Chronicles.
The chairlady was watching him in a rather disturbing manner, Kurogane decided as he tried to focus on his students. What made her disapproving glare all the more disturbing was that she was supposed to be there evaluating his performance. Somehow he had the feeling that the stare was not necessarily because of his teaching abilities. He kept shifting his gaze between the busy students and the watchful eye of the chairlady. Finally, he couldn’t stand any more of her looking at him like that without him knowing the reason why. “What am I doing wrong?” he finally asked. He thought he was doing a superb job of teaching that day. He hadn’t lost his temper yet.
“Oh, you’re not doing anything wrong,” she told him, but the look didn’t go away. He was starting to realize the look was really more amusement than disapproval. Somehow the idea she was laughing at him for unknown reasons was far worse than her finding something wrong. He just knew it was going to gnaw away at the back of his mind. He tried to ignore it and turned back to his students. He was not going to let her distract him.
However, he could still see her smirking at him out of the corner of his eye and he was fairly certain he heard her snickering every so often. With a frustrated growl, he turned to look at her. “Alright, what the hell is so amusing?”
“Oh, nothing,” she smirked, marking something on her clipboard. He continued to glare at her and folded his arms across his chest, not believing her for a moment with that grin. She seemed to be more focused on what was on her clipboard than him. “Just that you sniffled earlier.” Oh shit. “It sounds to me like you’re getting sick.”
“Don’t say that,” he hissed, looking around him nervously. It would appear that no one had heard her as a flock of birds took flight across campus.
“Now, now, Kurogane-sensei. There’s nothing shameful about catching a small, little cold.” It wasn’t the cold he was worried about: it was more how a certain blonde chemistry teacher would react should he find out about said little cold. So far he had been successful in keeping his baby cold a secret from the blonde, but if the chairlady told him, he would be ruined.
“I do not have a cold,” he protested. They couldn’t prove anything as long as he continued to deny it.
“It is not a threat to your manhood to admit that you’re sick.” No, but the way Fay would treat him should the crazy man discover he was would strip him entirely of his masculinity.
“For the last time, I am not sick.” Unfortunately, his body chose that moment to betray him, and he coughed twice. Damn it. Before the second cough had finished, lanky arms had wrapped around his neck.
“Oh, my, Kuro-rin-sensei is sick,” Fay crooned in his ear, one hand ruffling gently through his hair.
“Where the hell did you come from?” He had looked to make sure the blonde was not there only seconds before, and there had been no sign of the man.
“I was in the chemistry prep lab -”
“That’s all the way across campus!” The chairlady was taking notes on her clipboard.
“And I heard my Kuro-pipi-sensei coughing, so naturally I had to rush over to give you some tender loving care.” Fay planted a gentle kiss on his check right in front of all his students who had stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was. The kiss was most certainly uncalled for, and so was the man’s insistence on remaining attached to his body. “I’m certainly going to take good care of you,” Fay said, tapping him on the nose.
Kurogane was quite sure his face was bright red as the students continued to stare at them. It was just a little cold: the science teacher didn’t have to embarrass him so much over it.
“Fay-sensei, Kurogane-sensei is looking a little feverish. Perhaps you should take him to the nurse’s office,” the chairlady suggested with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Before Kurogane had the chance to protest, she dismissed his students. “Make sure you take good care of him, Fay-sensei,” he heard her call after them as the science teacher was already leading him away.
“You should have told me you were getting sick,” Fay scolded as he pushed Kurogane onto his back on one of the cots. “I would have made soup for you for lunch today.” Kurogane had the feeling the blonde would have tried to personally feed it to him as well. Fay fluffed the pillow underneath Kurogane’s head and sat down next to him.
“I feel fine,” he tried to protest, but Fay silenced him by pressing his finger against Kurogane’s lips.
“Kuro-tan-sensei should rest and let me take care of him,” Fay whispered huskily, shifting his hand so that his thumb ran over Kurogane’s bottom lip. “I plan on taking very good care of you.” The gym teacher had no more complaints as Fay straddled his hips.
The next day Kurogane had fallen deeper into illness and had to stay at home while nurse Fay called off work to take care of him.
Title: Nurse Fay to the Rescue
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle - General series
Characters: Kurogane/Fay, Yuuko, random students
Prompt: 100. Sick
Word Count: 888
Rating: K+
Summary: Kurogane's not sick. Really.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta, alys_wonder, and to gacktyougirl for the plot bunny. Horitsuba verse. Not Chronicles.
The chairlady was watching him in a rather disturbing manner, Kurogane decided as he tried to focus on his students. What made her disapproving glare all the more disturbing was that she was supposed to be there evaluating his performance. Somehow he had the feeling that the stare was not necessarily because of his teaching abilities. He kept shifting his gaze between the busy students and the watchful eye of the chairlady. Finally, he couldn’t stand any more of her looking at him like that without him knowing the reason why. “What am I doing wrong?” he finally asked. He thought he was doing a superb job of teaching that day. He hadn’t lost his temper yet.
“Oh, you’re not doing anything wrong,” she told him, but the look didn’t go away. He was starting to realize the look was really more amusement than disapproval. Somehow the idea she was laughing at him for unknown reasons was far worse than her finding something wrong. He just knew it was going to gnaw away at the back of his mind. He tried to ignore it and turned back to his students. He was not going to let her distract him.
However, he could still see her smirking at him out of the corner of his eye and he was fairly certain he heard her snickering every so often. With a frustrated growl, he turned to look at her. “Alright, what the hell is so amusing?”
“Oh, nothing,” she smirked, marking something on her clipboard. He continued to glare at her and folded his arms across his chest, not believing her for a moment with that grin. She seemed to be more focused on what was on her clipboard than him. “Just that you sniffled earlier.” Oh shit. “It sounds to me like you’re getting sick.”
“Don’t say that,” he hissed, looking around him nervously. It would appear that no one had heard her as a flock of birds took flight across campus.
“Now, now, Kurogane-sensei. There’s nothing shameful about catching a small, little cold.” It wasn’t the cold he was worried about: it was more how a certain blonde chemistry teacher would react should he find out about said little cold. So far he had been successful in keeping his baby cold a secret from the blonde, but if the chairlady told him, he would be ruined.
“I do not have a cold,” he protested. They couldn’t prove anything as long as he continued to deny it.
“It is not a threat to your manhood to admit that you’re sick.” No, but the way Fay would treat him should the crazy man discover he was would strip him entirely of his masculinity.
“For the last time, I am not sick.” Unfortunately, his body chose that moment to betray him, and he coughed twice. Damn it. Before the second cough had finished, lanky arms had wrapped around his neck.
“Oh, my, Kuro-rin-sensei is sick,” Fay crooned in his ear, one hand ruffling gently through his hair.
“Where the hell did you come from?” He had looked to make sure the blonde was not there only seconds before, and there had been no sign of the man.
“I was in the chemistry prep lab -”
“That’s all the way across campus!” The chairlady was taking notes on her clipboard.
“And I heard my Kuro-pipi-sensei coughing, so naturally I had to rush over to give you some tender loving care.” Fay planted a gentle kiss on his check right in front of all his students who had stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was. The kiss was most certainly uncalled for, and so was the man’s insistence on remaining attached to his body. “I’m certainly going to take good care of you,” Fay said, tapping him on the nose.
Kurogane was quite sure his face was bright red as the students continued to stare at them. It was just a little cold: the science teacher didn’t have to embarrass him so much over it.
“Fay-sensei, Kurogane-sensei is looking a little feverish. Perhaps you should take him to the nurse’s office,” the chairlady suggested with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Before Kurogane had the chance to protest, she dismissed his students. “Make sure you take good care of him, Fay-sensei,” he heard her call after them as the science teacher was already leading him away.
“You should have told me you were getting sick,” Fay scolded as he pushed Kurogane onto his back on one of the cots. “I would have made soup for you for lunch today.” Kurogane had the feeling the blonde would have tried to personally feed it to him as well. Fay fluffed the pillow underneath Kurogane’s head and sat down next to him.
“I feel fine,” he tried to protest, but Fay silenced him by pressing his finger against Kurogane’s lips.
“Kuro-tan-sensei should rest and let me take care of him,” Fay whispered huskily, shifting his hand so that his thumb ran over Kurogane’s bottom lip. “I plan on taking very good care of you.” The gym teacher had no more complaints as Fay straddled his hips.
The next day Kurogane had fallen deeper into illness and had to stay at home while nurse Fay called off work to take care of him.