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Prompt: When you are sick || Gosho Boys

warnings!!! excessive fluff, characters are highschoolers, endearments, and there are grammatical errors ahead. Please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: kudo shinichi, hakuba saguru, hattori heiji, kuroba kaito x gn!reader (separately)

The moment you stepped foot in Poirot for a coffee day out with him—which happens once in a blue moon—he could tell right away that you were not in the condition to go out today.

From your choice of shoes to your odd color combination of clothes and your pallid face, drained of color and making you appear almost ghostly, he noticed. Adding to his concern was the way you walked: a sluggish, unsteady gait, as if each step was a monumental effort.

When you sat down across from him, before you could even greet him, he beat you to it.

"Change of plans. Let's head to my place and watch a movie instead."

At the Kudo mansion, he had both of you surrounded by blankets. He made sure to make up for your coffee date by having this movie marathon. With a fever patch on your forehead, he made sure to keep you hydrated from time to time.

Although you weren't burning up too much, he was cautious and insisted you stay on the couch while he got what you needed. He would spare some time for tales of Sherlock and watch the movie in peace with you in his arms.

At some point, his mom visited. Learning that you were sick, Yukiko spoiled you with her cooking and scolded Shinichi for not realizing that you were sick sooner before your date.

You sweat-dropped as you watched Shinichi getting scolded in the kitchen, he then walked back towards you with a cup of tea and placed it on the table.

"Mom made that. She says it'll help you feel a bit relaxed," he said, sitting down next to you and watching you curl up with a smile.

"Your mom is the best."

He let out a soft hum in agreement. "She is. Now drink up," he said, subtly checking your temperature by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertip brushing softly against your forehead.

He was glad you weren't burning up as much as before.

Guess who would ditch their flight to London and come back to you?

Hakuba Saguru. The man of time.

When he received your call—where you were intending to check if he had arrived safely at the airport and apologized for not being able to accompany him—he heard you sneeze and cough multiple times, and concluded you were sick.

Reassuring him that you only missed a couple of classes and would get back to it with no worries worried him. The content of the call was less about him and more about you.

After ending the call to take a nap, you woke up nearly eight in the evening. Realizing you had missed dinner, you heard the door of your bedroom suddenly open.

There he was, walking through the door and toward the bed, in his white button-up blouse with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow, holding a tray of porridge.

Blinking not twice but thrice, you thought you were hallucinating that he was here.

"You're awake," he smiled at you and placed the tray on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching to touch your forehead. "Mhm, you're not burning up anymore," he said, to which your eyes went wide as saucers as the realization hit you.

"Saguru?!" He's supposed to be in London by now, solving a case! you thought to yourself.

"Yes, my love?" he replied smoothly before cupping your right cheek, as if ditching the case wasn't a big deal to him. "You're supposed to be in London, why—"

"What do you mean?" he quickly intervened. "I can catch my flight again once you're better. I can't leave knowing you're bedridden, sick, dying, with no one to take care of you," he exaggerated.

Your lips formed a small pout, insisting that you were perfectly capable on your own, but he dismissed it with a chuckle.

"I insist on staying," he said, leaving no room for argument.

With that, the room felt a little livelier with his presence, tending to your weak condition with hot porridge and whispers of sweet nothings, reassuring you.

"My love, no time is wasted when it comes to you."

This guy… would take care of you with little snide comments, "How are you going to catch me, Kid, in that condition now, hmm?" He cutely pops out a rose and places it in the vase on your nightstand.

He visited you after school and has been doing so for the past three days of your absence. He would hand over Aoko's notes to you, which he borrowed since he knew you would just complain about his handwriting if he gave you his.

But it isn't about the handwriting; it's the thought that counts.

"You've been making origami? How is that going to catch— Oh, I see, they're cute," he hummed, throwing a ball into the air as he leaned against a table.

"Do you still have medicine? Do you want me to run down to the pharmacy for you?"

This guy is always attentive when it comes to taking care of you, with a few flirty comments here and there, no doubt. But you wouldn't complain about his company at all.

He would often lift the mood by showing you his magic tricks and would boast, "I am better than Kid," although he's Kid himself.

"Seriously, Kaito, you're making a clown of yourself at this point."

"Hah? No way! I'm taking care of you with my special performance. You should be grateful!"

Just like Kaito, he would deliver his notes straight to you right after school. His notes. He's a detective; surely his handwriting isn't as bad as the thief's.

He would accompany you, making sure you weren't gloomed up in your room, and would take you outside to the balcony for a little sun.

He would swing his kendo sword, letting you watch some of his moves. On other days, he would cuddle up with you and watch a police detective documentary in your living room.

At night, his mom visited you with dinner-packed boxes. They were warmly wrapped and really healthy for a sick person. She was also skilled in kendo and would gossip about Heiji from when he used to train and share funny moments from his childhood.

One of those moments was when Heiji slipped on the wooden floorboard when he swung his sword too fast, and his body didn't follow.

Heiji's brow would twitch, and he would say, "They don't need to know about that, old hag."

After some time, when you felt a little better, he would promise to take you to the ramen shop he had invited you to before you got sick.

He knew Osaka like the back of his hand; he would take you anywhere, just name the place.

[fuyine]

How to show emotions

Part III

How to show disappointment

swallowing hard

low, monotone voice

clucking their tongue

rubbing their face

shaking head

clenching hands

sighing

frowning

pursing of the lips

slumped shoulders

looking away

scowling

How to show relief

exhaling deeply

tension in their face going away

closing eyes for a moment

tentative smile

eyes brightening up

small giddy laughter

putting hand on their breast

joyfully tearing up

looking up

How to show desire

gaze dropping down to the other's lips

opening mouth slightly

small smile around the eyes

eyes widening

pupils dilating

biting lips

following them with their eyes

inhaling deeply

licking lips

How to show tiredness

closing eyes

slowly opening them again

long sighs

yawning

no eye contact

head lolling to the side

closed mouth, neither smile nor scowl

not moving a lot

doing everything slower

staring off into the near distance

How to show confidence

prolonged eye contact

nodding to show they are listening

putting their shoulders back

holding head high

leaning forward

standing tall

smiling openly

Part I | Part II

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[fuyine]

Oneshot: Mad by Ne-yo

warnings!!! fluff (maybe a bit of angst???), the character is aged 18+, and there are grammatical errors ahead. Please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

Dating Sakusa means having to deal with his mysophobia while he also tries to get used to being touchy around you. It was a petty argument when it came to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. He had just arrived home from overtime at practice with the MSBY and had to deal with Bokuto's emo mood throughout the training. He just wanted to eat dinner and sleep with you in his arms.

But things escalated when he saw you facing the door to the entrance of the bathroom, crouching down in front of the cabinet under the sink as you were shuffling some items.

You stopped what you were doing and turned around. He looked at you, noticing that you were wearing a mask and a yellow cleaning latex glove, waiting for you to speak up.

"Omi, you're home," you acknowledged before standing up, lowering your mask with the finger pads of your glove which made him scrunch his nose. "I was arranging your—"

"Arranging?" he cut you off, brows furrowed a little. "Did I ask for it?" Exhaustion and hunger were taking a toll on him, and he couldn't take it that you were touching his stuff when he didn't even ask you to do it.

A little taken aback, your parted lips formed a thin line before you shook your head. Awkwardly shifting your weight on your feet, you looked down at the floor.

You heard him sigh and looked up again to see him running his fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you and crouching down at the cupboards. He scanned the detergent pods, spray bottles, and other cleaning materials before his brows furrowed even deeper.

"I already arranged them according to which product I use most often to least. Detergent pods are different from powders, even if they have the same scent, you can't put them together."

Your lips formed an 'O' shape before looking at him rearrange the items in the cabinet.

"Damn, you even messed up which spray bottle is for floors and tables," he muttered, which didn't escape your ears.

Just how are they different? They're both spray bottles.

Suddenly, he turned around, which took you by surprise. He was glaring at you, and as if he had read your mind, he spoke, "Even if they are both spray bottles, you still have to separate them."

He stood up after closing the cabinet and placed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you with the same expression. "There are different types of chemicals mixed in their solutions," he said firmly, making you shrink back at his tone.

"What do you think would happen if I used the one with a strong chemical solution in cleaning our dining table, and you, being the airhead you are, put your hands on the countertop and wherever else, and directed it to your skin, hmm? Heck—if even our future child could inherit your clumsiness and touch their face with their hands that touched who knows where I sprayed that kind of solution and get sick, huh?"

You weren't able to comprehend the second sentence as the thought of the possibility of getting to that point already made you swallow a lump in your throat and hang your head low, fidgeting with your fingers while still wearing the yellow latex glove.

Sakusa stood there with his brows raised for a moment, not knowing that you were thinking he was mad at you. But in reality, he was just scolding and lecturing you about the consequences of messing up the arrangement of his cleaning supplies. Although he knew you meant no harm, he just didn't know how to rephrase it.

Waiting for your reply, Sakusa grew anxious. Was he blabbering too much? Was he saying too much? Was he rude? He just wanted to let you know. Yet, he could've said it another way and not rub it in your face.

After a while, you spoke, still not meeting his eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Noticing the shift in your tone, Sakusa anxiously shifted on his feet and was about to say that it wasn't your fault for being ignorant, but the way your body turned around shook him a little.

"I'll try not to touch—arrange them for you," you said, your voice above a whisper, making his throat run dry. "Dinner's at the table, I've already eaten."

As you headed out of the bathroom, he felt the colors drain. Debating whether to walk after you or head to eat, before he knew it, he was already standing at the doorframe of your shared bedroom, unmasked, staring at your back as you lay sideways on the bed.

It shattered him; it was never his intention to indirectly tell you about being so ignorant of all things—his cleaning supplies.

As you lay there, words ran through your mind. Chemicals… they have different kinds? you thought, biting your lower lip as you stared at the dark sky through the windows.

Footsteps on the floorboard could be heard as they approached the bed. Feeling the bed sink at the additional weight, you heard him from behind.

"Love," he started. His voice contrasted with the one he used to scold and lecture you with.

But you were stubborn to hear another from him and cut him off before he could continue, "I've eaten."

"I'm not hungry anymore," surprisingly, he was, after knowing he made you feel a little less after lecturing you like that. Suddenly, you felt a hand slide from behind you to your waist and rest there.

You felt him scoot closer to you until you felt his breath on your nape.

"I'm not mad," he said, closing his eyes as the words that came out of his mouth were reassuring and genuine. "But I'm mad thinking you think I'm mad," he added, his wrap tightening around you, making you tense up but later on relax.

Suddenly, you found yourself unable to answer, and he took it as a sign to continue, "I'm not mad," he repeated. "I was just… a little conscious of the idea of having you touch those without knowing they have different properties."

"But I'm not saying being ignorant on your part is at fault either; you simply didn't know," he quickly added, not wanting you to think of something negative.

"I really… have a way with words, that most people misunderstand," he continued. "But love, please know, I'll never be mad at you for not knowing something that is beyond your field of expertise," he said softly, finally opening his eyes.

Feeling your heart flip a little at his confession, you turned around, completely facing him as you spoke quietly, "You're not…?"

Sakusa's expression softened, glad that you were now facing him. "I'm not," he said, reaching for your chin and lifting it up for you to look in his eyes. "And I don't want you to go to bed, mad at me, or thinking that I am, to you."

Your heart was beating abnormally fast. True, he has a way with words, but his confession had just made you forget about your little exchange in the bathroom.

As you were about to reply, a stomach growl interrupted you. Sakusa, whose face was now uncharacteristically red, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his torso. "You should really eat," you said softly, only to hear a muffled groan from your neck followed by incoherent words that you couldn't make out. "Hmm?"

"Eat with me," he said, leaning back from your neck, his face no longer red. "No, at least, watch me eat," he rephrased, making your lips curl up in a smile, earning a nod from you.

"Alright."

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[fuyine]

Notice Content: Drabbles || Head cannons || One Shots

Drabbles:

you try to open the door on your own

you are sick

you got hurt

they got hurt

argument arises

needing comfort

period comfort

One Shots

Mad | s.kiyoomi

Fandoms I write for:

Haikyuu!

Genshin Impact

Heaven's Official Blessing | Tian Guan Ci Fu

Case Closed: Detective Conan

Magic Kaito

Windbreaker

Many more

Open for any genre and AU || Oneshots are sometimes inspired by songs and their prompts can be requested by written in different character vers. if requested. for ex. kuroo's version of mad.

Additional Content:

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[fuyine]

Prompt: When you try to open the door on your own.

warnings!!! excessive fluff, all characters are aged 18+, timeskips! preferably, please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: kuroo tetsurou, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei x fem!reader (separately)

You dare to put your tiny hands on the car handle around this guy? Oh no, no, no. That was a big mistake.

Before you could fully swing the passenger door open, Tetsu's hand immediately halted you by gripping the door frame behind you with a 'HUH' face.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" he asked, his brows wrinkling in annoyance at your attempt to open the door yourself—a task you were perfectly capable of.

With minimal effort, he shut the door when you let go of the handle and then swung it back open, adding an open palm gesture with his free hand as if showing you the way inside.

"I'm here for a reason, princess," he said, shutting the door once you got in and immediately walking around the car to the driver's side.

Meanwhile, you sat there in the passenger seat, sweating slightly, fighting the urge to tell him that you were capable of doing it yourself, only to feel a hand on your thigh, squeezing it softly as if to stop you from protesting.

"Not a word from you," he started, giving you another squeeze as he buckled his seatbelt before removing his hand to plug in the car key and start the engine. "And don't even think about stepping out of the car if I'm not the one who opened it for you."

I swear, when this man is around, he won't even let you open something if he knows he can do it for you.

When you try to be independent around this guy, things get turned upside down, and his teammates wonder what happened—why his shoulders are slumped, why he's flaking out so much during practice.

Safe to say, you unleashed the emo Bokuto. Acts of service are second to his love language—he's a sucker for physical touch. He would do almost anything for you, even if you didn't ask.

Opening doors has been a habit of his since you two started dating. Even on your dates, he insists on being the one to open the doors and waits for you to head inside first.

Talk about chivalrous, but he's just a pure guy who's been showered with his older sister's affection and knows how to treat women well.

But the time you left for work in a hurry, kissing his cheek goodbye and making your way out the front door, he ran after you to open it, only to have the door slam shut in his face.

Poor Kou. Surely, you didn't mean any harm and were just in a rush. However, make sure to talk with this guy once you get home.

In contrast to Bokuto, being independent around this guy is no problem. He knows you can handle things on your own.

However, there are instances when his hand lands first on the handle, and he says things like,

"I'll do it, love."

"Your hands are full, let me."

"I know your pinky finger was open, but I doubt it can compare to the weight of this door, sweetheart."

It's a healthy relationship all the way, but deep down he secretly wants you to depend on him once in a while whenever he's around.

Give this guy a medal.

"Dumbass. Idiot. Boke." I can imagine him chanting these words as he followed you down the hall from behind while you carried two large boxes—probably heading to the student council.

He knows you can handle it, but the moment he saw you walking straight towards the closed door of the council room and struggling to open it with one hand, he darted out of his hiding spot and slammed the door open for you.

Blinking at the sudden noise, you tilted to the side of the boxes that were obscuring your view, only to see him standing beside you and the open door.

He merely looked down at you, wanting to smile, but not wanting to scare you off, he decided to walk away as if nothing had happened, grumbling.

Unable to process his words, you stood there with the heavy boxes in front of the now-open council room and watched his figure descend down the staircase.

What made you think he'd open the door for you?

He enjoyed seeing you struggle to open the door with your hands full of items he'd told you to drop off, suggesting you take turns coming back to get them.

But you were too stubborn and hard-headed to act dependent and admit he was right. You scooped up all your stuff with both hands before heading to your destination, only to be blocked by a door.

Struggling not to drop anything, you grumbled in annoyance while a snicker from behind approached you.

"What, can't your short hands reach the handle?" he remarked, brows quirked as he reached for the handle from behind you, towering over your midget size and clearly noticing the height difference as he twisted the doorknob open.

"There you go, Thumbelina," he smirked, swinging the door open and placing a hand on his hip. Seeing your furrowed brows and noticing how you were biting your tongue to keep from giving a snarky remark only heightened his amusement.

"Not being appreciative, are we?" his smirk grew wider.

I swear, he finds enjoyment in your predicaments of being independent.

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[fuyine]

Notice content:

Good day, ladies and gentlemen. I do quick drabble, hc's, and maybe even a whole fic. Writing is my second hobby to sleeping, thus I'd venture into my dreams to create scenarios. My chat box is always open, and I wouldn't mind making moots.

I arose from multiple fandoms, mainly Case Closed, Magic Kaito, Haikyuu, and Genshin Impact as their characters are whom I am more familiar to write with. By 'multiple fandoms', I am also interested in M/M/M if, by any chance, I wouldn't mind doing some quick ones with it too.

A little side note, I also make Spotify playlists. Please read the end note for the attachments below.

So much for the introduction, have a good reading, my lieges.

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