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Rohan Kishibe x GN!Reader

The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and Bakin is barking. It's going to be a good day, or so Rohan thought.

WARNINGS: uh, reader is sick?

yo, its been a while. had a major burnout so i allowed myself to actually take a break for once. felt nice. anyway, rohan fic :D

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The sound of small yelps coming from the new addition to Rohan's little family was what woke the mangaka up that morning. In all honesty, he still wasn't quite used to having a pet after not having one for so long, but the small labrador retriever seems to have captured your heart the moment you laid eyes on him — and Rohan would be lying if he said he hadn't felt the same.

Another small yelp from the puppy prompted the mangaka to snap out of his thoughts and finally open his eyes.

"What is it, Bakin?" The green-haired man asks sleepily as if the puppy sitting on the floor, looking up at his owners sadly would give a decipherable answer.

Rohan then sat up, letting his legs hang off the side of the bed and his feet land on the floor, now getting a good look at his new 'son' who has his tail wagging as he waits for his 'father' to pet him.

"Ah," Rohan grumbles annoyingly, though the action was only half-hearted, "They spoiled you with too much attention, didn't they?"

Leaning down, he pets the puppy who seems to have brightened up since he finally achieved the attention that he longs for. After giving Rohan's hand a few licks as thank you and as a show of affection, the puppy then turns to leave the room and play with one of his toys.

At the sight of Bakin leaving, Rohan turns to look at you. He lets out a light amused chuckle at the sight of your hogging all the blankets to yourself, your back to him. He was about to stand up to leave, but his observant eyes noticed something that wasn't right about you. He looks back at you and furrows his brows, sure enough, you were shivering. It was a very minimal movement, and Rohan would have missed it from the bundle of blankets you cocooned yourself with had he not taken a closer look.

He frowns as his eyes shift outside the window, the sun was shining brightly today and there were no signs of a bad- or even a cold weather, the air conditioner wasn't turned up that high either, and yet you're so cold that you're still shivering even though you're practically already hiding under the covers.

His brows furrowed as he crawls over to you, and you can feel the bed shift as he approaches you. You can also hear the sound of your name being called very faintly as if it was being called from the other side of the house. Your head is pounding, it aches so bad that you can't find it in you to even your eyes, and you feel so weak and your throat dry that you weren't able to muster up any words to tell the person calling you to stop and leave you alone.

The frown Rohan is wearing deepens when you only hum weakly in response to his calls. Balancing his weight on one arm, he uses the other to remove stray hair from your face before lowering himself down to press his lips against your temple. The furrow in his brows deepens as he pulls away before pressing his lips against the center of your forehead this time to be sure.

Your forehead was hot against his lips which made the mangaka's face scrunch in concern, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions that you were sick. His eyes glance over the clock in your shared room that has been ticking so quietly that he only heard the sound once he acknowledged the thing's existence in the room.

Curses were muttered under his breath when he realized he woke up quite later today than he usually does, his eyes sweep over to your form again as he debates in his mind what he should prioritize for today.

Sure, if this were any other day, the answer to his question would be taking care of you—except that he has a deadline coming soon and you pulled him from his work yesterday to spend time going around town. He didn't regret allowing himself to be enticed by you, he does, however, regret missing out on a whole day of work. If he had a wonderful inspiration at the moment, it would only take him a few hours to finish at least two days of work, unfortunately, the last time that happened was when he met Koichi for the first time.

With a defeated sigh, Rohan crawls out of bed before approaching the cabinet to fetch a hand towel, before making his way to the bathroom. Spending even more time thinking about what he should do would just eat up the time when he can already be doing something. With that, he decided to do what he can for you at the moment before he actually starts working.

When he came back into the room, he had a thermometer in one hand and the now wet towel in the other. The folded towel is placed on your forehead and he watches as you flinch at the cold sensation, before using the thermometer on you. Sure enough, the loud, rapid beeping of the thermometer was enough for Rohan to know that you had a fever, the numbers blinking back at him.

39° C

Not good.

He places the thermometer on the table next to your shared bed before exiting the room once again. The first thing he did was to check if there were any medicines still left or if he needed to go out—fortunately, he still had a decent stock left, he retrieved some for you in case you'll need them before heading to the kitchen. Rohan gave Bakin the puppy's food as he debated whether he should make you breakfast now or later since you're still very much deep in the dreamland before his mind reminded him that he won't be able to make some for later so he better do it now.

When he entered the room again with a curious Bakin following him, you were still asleep, discomfort obvious on your face which made the sides of his lips tilt downward slightly. He places the newly made food next to the thermometer, along with the glass of water and medication. He reaches out for a sticky note and wrote in it to be left next to your food.

The food might be cold by the time you read this but eat up and drink your meds. Yell out or text me if you need anything.

Looking back at the time after he placed the note for you, he then only realized that he forgot to make food for himself. He berates himself for that before shrugging it off, he doesn't have the time right now, maybe he can eat a quick snack later instead.

Another sigh escapes Rohan's lips as he sat down on his chair, his dominant hand picking up his pen, he can't help but wish he could use Heaven's Door on you—but alas, there is only so much that his stand can do, and that does not include healing illnesses.

At the mention of the stand, an idea suddenly popped up in the mangaka's head and he didn't waste any time. His stand manifested next to him, the familiar look of the protagonist of Pink Dark Boy looking at him with an inquisitive gaze, floating in the air as it patiently waits for his orders.

"Look after them for me, would you?"

Heaven's Door didn't need to be told twice.

The moment you felt conscious, it immediately dawned on you just how horrible you feel. Your head is pounding, yet numb, your eyelids feel hot and like it was glued to your eyes, your throat felt dry, and the blankets are too heavy, sticking to your skin which makes you feel hot.

You tried to kick them away, not noticing the extra pair of child-like hands helping you remove them in a much more graceful way than you would have had you continued kicking them on your own. However, the moment the blankets were off your body, the cool air that hit you sent goosebumps on your skin, and you immediately blindly reached for the blankets once again and pull them close to your being.

Finally opening your eyes, you were grateful that the lights were off and the blinds were covering the sun from shining its bright rays upon you. At first, you thought you might have woken up in the middle of the night, but the lack of heat coming from beside you in bed tells you otherwise. The next thing you noticed was the pair of emerald eyes looking over at you, shining with concern, which made you turn to look at the being floating on the bed to check on you.

"Good morning, D," You murmur, but the small nod the stand gave you told you that it heard your greeting loud and clear. Your eyes start to droop shut once again but you were awakened by the feeling of Heaven's Door gently tugging at the blankets.

"I'm cold," You informed him, thinking he might have misunderstood your intent earlier, but the constant tugging from the stand allows your fever-hazed mind to know that removing the blanket from you was not its intention.

Upon seeing you crack an eye open, Heaven's Door hovered over to the bedside table where the things Rohan placed lay, waiting for you. With a groan, perch yourself on one arm to examine what your partner has prepared for you—breakfast, a glass of water, medicine, and a note left for you. Not far from those, you can see the thermometer that you assume he used on you earlier. The stand moved to hand the note to you so you can read it and you can't help but crack a small smile before sitting up and doing exactly what he told you to do.

Surprisingly, the food was still a bit warm, which tells you that either it hadn't been long since Rohan made it or Heaven's Door decided to reheat it itself (or maybe, it used its ability on it? Can Heaven's Door even do that? You decide to think about it some other time as it just makes your head hurt even more). You only finished half of it before deciding that you have had enough and wanting to just go back to resting, you drank the meds, praying it works soon enough and downing it with room temperature water that was next to it.

As you lay back in bed, Heaven's Door helped return your blanket back and disappears to the bathroom for a moment, before returning with a damp washcloth and placing it on your forehead with a reassuring smile. You let out a soft 'thank you' before your drowsiness became too much to fight against.

Seeing you look a bit better than you had the morning its user found you helped calm Heaven's Door a bit, fetching the empty glass on the bedside table, he left for a moment to refill it with water for when you wake up feeling thirsty, its eyes glancing over the clock in the room to take note of the time you took your meds so it can relay the information to Rohan later so you can drink them in time.

When the stand got back to the room, it was surprised to see Bakin looking up at you from the side of the bed. It felt like slow motion for the stand as it watched the puppy stand on his two back legs, looking at you with every intention to bark to get your attention—perhaps because he needed affection, or perhaps out of worry for his owner—but Heaven's Door was quick to move before the puppy can interrupt your rest.

The puppy fell to his side on the floor as his pages open up, the door to the canine's heart now opened before the stand. Letting out a relieved sigh, Heaven's Door placed the glass of water on the bedside table before writing inside the pooch, commanding it to not go near you for the whole day—the stand assumed you'll be sleeping the whole day away anyway.

Undoing its ability, Bakin immediately got up to his paws and left the room. Presumably, to play with his toys in the kitchen, or maybe to annoy its other owner.

Heaven's Door turns to look at you, still asleep, and he can feel the stress his user must be feeling from having to work at a time when he should be taking care of you and the stand moves to sit on the bed next to you to look over at you more effectively.

After all, it's going to be a long day for the little stand.

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