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super-secret-sick-fics · 4 years ago

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Suddenly Sick: A BokuAka Sick Fic

Pairing: Sick Bokuto, caretaker Akaashi

Words: 2,330

Warnings: vomiting

Bokuto and Akaashi walked hand in hand down the sidewalk on their way home after one of Bokuto’s matches. The Black Jackals won, of course, and the whole team went out for dinner afterwards.

It was a really nice night, so the couple opted to walk home instead of calling for a cab. The sky was cloudless and the moon was full. The slight breeze made it a little chilly, but nothing too unbearable. It was incredibly calming and Akaashi felt completely at peace.

Bokuto was chatting excitedly beside him, relaying different highlights of the game, despite the fact that Akaashi was there and saw the whole thing. His animated stories were punctuated by Akaashi’s occasional nods and hums, the setter content to let his boyfriend relive the most exciting moments of the game.

The relaxing atmosphere tricked Akaashi into letting his guard down. Normally, he was hyper vigilant of their surroundings for both himself and his absent-minded partner, but he was lulled into a sense of security. Hardly anyone was out at this hour and they were only a few blocks from their apartment. Further, Bokuto was riding high from his game. He didn’t need to keep his mind running with the different situations and outcomes that they might encounter on their short walk.

Bokuto was slowly calming down, his stories becoming less animated as they walked, but that was given. Akaashi expected that to happen because it was their usual routine. Bokuto expended his leftover energy until he came back to a normal level and Akaashi was happy to oblige him in any way he needed.

What he didn’t expect was complete and sudden silence.

Akaashi was looking at the stars when it happened. Bokuto stopped talking abruptly. No more relaying highlights. No questions about Akaashi’s day. No idle conversation about current events. No, it was radio silence and after 2 minutes, all of Akaashi’s nerves were set on edge.

He was about to ask if Bokuto was okay, though he wasn’t sure what would have triggered the change in Bokuto’s mood. Right as Akaashi turned to face his boyfriend, Bokuto released his hand and stood frozen, rooted to the ground. Akaashi was completely thrown off. Something was very wrong. Immediately, he moved in front of Bokuto.

“Kotarou? What’s wrong?”

Akaashi scanned Bokuto for any obvious signs of distress and was not pleased with his findings.

Bokuto was pale, his skin taking on an ashen grey color. His eyebrows were scrunched and his mouth twisted. There was a slight tremble in his shoulders, and a hand rested precariously on his stomach.

“I-I’m not sure. I just feel really bad all of a sudden,” he panted. Akaashi felt his own eyebrows come together. He brought a hand up to Bokuto’s sweaty forehead and frowned.

“You’re a little warm. Were you feeling off at all earlier?” He asked. His arms wrapped around Bokuto’s shoulders and he pulled his distraught boyfriend into his chest. Bokuto shook his head.

“No. It just hit me in the last few minutes,” the ace whimpered into Akaashi’s shoulder. Akaashi rubbed a hand up and down Bokuto’s back gently.

“Okay,” he whispered back, “let’s get you home and in bed then? I’ll take your temperature. It’ll be okay, Kou.” He pulled Bokuto from his chest and held his shoulders. His concern grew when Bokuto didn’t respond verbally, opting for a short nod instead. Was he paler than before?

They tried to move forward, only for it to become blatantly, painfully, obvious that whatever was plaguing Bokuto sapped all of his energy when he stumbled and nearly face planted within the first two minutes of them walking. Akaashi felt a jolt of anxiety surge throughout his body. He didn’t know what was wrong, but it wasn’t good.

Akaashi threw one of Bokuto’s arms over his smaller shoulders and wrapped a hand around his boyfriend’s waist. They started walking again and Akaashi sent up a silent prayer to whatever god would listen that they could make it the measly 5 remaining blocks to their apartment without incident.

Apparently no one was listening.

“K-keiji,” Bokuto stuttered, desperate. Akaashi’s head snapped to look at his boyfriend so quickly he swore he got whiplash. Bokuto was entirely too sweaty given their slow pace and his eyes were squeezed shut.

They were only about a block from their apartment now. They were so very, very close.

“Keiji, please stop.”

“It’s alright, Kou, we’re almost hom—“

“No, we need to stop walking,” Bokuto panted, halting them with a strength he didn’t have just a few seconds ago. Akaashi stepped in front of his boyfriend and gave him a once over again.

In addition to the pained look on his face, Bokuto’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed tightly. A sense of foreboding washed over Akaashi.

“Kouta-“

“Keiji, I’m gonna be sick,” Bokuto muttered weakly behind a poorly suppressed gag. He brought the back of his hand up to his mouth and peered at Akaashi with pleading eyes.

Akaashi scanned their surroundings. They were in the middle of a small strip mall the block down from their apartment. Curious eyes of children and concerned adults looked at them from afar. No, this was far too public. They needed to move.

“We’re almost home. Can you hold on a little bit longer?” Akaashi nearly begged. He didn’t want to face the judgement of adults and frighten children. No, he needed to get Bokuto somewhere isolated quickly.

Bokuto looked at him again, eyes wide and watery, his lips pulled in a tight line. The whimper that sounded was quiet, barely noticeable, but made Akaashi’s heart pang nonetheless. He immediately reprimanded himself for thinking more about their public image than helping his boyfriend when he was clearly distressed.

“Okay,” he soothed, cupping Bokuto’s face in his hands, “it’s fine, Kou. Can you try and make it off the sidewalk at least? To those bushes right there.” Akaashi gestured to the shrubbery about 5 feet away from them. Bokuto took a deep breath and nodded. Together, they slowly made their way over, Akaashi supporting Bokuto far more than he liked.

What had caused this sudden illness? Perhaps a stomach bug and Bokuto was too filled with adrenaline all day to notice symptoms earlier? Perhaps food poisoning? Anxiety? Appendicitis?

Akaashi ran through and tried to rule out every possibility in the short time it took them to make their way to the bushes. His rapid thoughts were interrupted when Bokuto stumbled slightly and gagged.

Akaashi directed him towards the innocent plants, and Bokuto doubled over, resting his hands on his knees. He panted and Akaashi’s chest ached in sympathy. Bokuto wasn’t good at being sick. It was such a direct contradiction to his personality, that he was utterly miserable the second he even caught a cold.

“K-Keiji. It hurts,” he choked out, before having once more, bringing his hand to his mouth.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry this is happening,” Akaashi said gently.

The next few minutes were terribly pitiful. Bokuto continued to gag and heave without relief. Children asked their parents what was happening before quickly being carted away. Older adults frowned and mumbled words of sympathy and pity. There was no way Bokuto didn’t hear the exchanges and Akaashi was sure it only made him feel worse.

“I want it to stop,” Bokuto whimpered when he had a second to catch his breath. Tears were falling down his flushed cheeks, whether they were from sadness or the strain of endless heaves, Akaashi wasn’t sure. He frowned and rubbed a hand up and down Bokuto’s back. His muscles were tight. They tensed with every unsuccessful retch.

“Please relax, Kou. It’s alright,” Akaashi whispered calmly. Bokuto shook his head, eyes shut tightly.

“It’s fine, baby. You’re fine. I’m here. Once this is over, we’ll get you home and I’ll take care of everything, okay?” Akaashi kissed the back of Bokuto’s sweaty neck. He tried to ignore the heat that he felt for the time being. It could be addressed once they were safely and comfortably back in their apartment.

It took a minute or two more, but finally, Bokuto heaved and a wet burp immediately followed, bringing with it his dinner. It continued on like that, Bokuto’s body refusing to give him a break between rounds of vomiting.

“Breathe, Kou,” Akaashi tried to comfort. At some point during the vomiting spell, Bokuto crouched down and placed his head in his hands. He continued to heave, vomit splashing between his legs. Akaashi knelt with him, ignoring the splash-back on his shoes. He rubbed between Bokuto’s shoulder blades and shushed him gently.

A minute later, Bokuto gasped, finally managing to catch his breath, and fell with a thud on his ass. Akaashi pulled out his handkerchief and wiped down his face, frowning.

“Keiji, I really don’t feel good,” Bokuto choked, his eyes wide. He didn’t regain any color in his face, save for the flush of the fever Akaashi discovered earlier. The look on his boyfriend's face reminded him of a surprised child. He chuckled lightly.

“I can see that, Kou.” His hand found Bokuto’s hair and he ran his fingers through it before sliding it down to cup Bokuto’s cheek. Bokuto closed his eyes and whimpered.

Akaashi allowed them to rest a few more minutes before asking Bokuto if he could make it home. Bokuto exhaled slowly, but nodded.

Together, the two of them got Bokuto standing. Akaashi supported him the same way he did earlier. Slowly, the couple made their way home. They only stopped twice when Bokuto thought he was going to throw up again, but kept moving when it turned out to be a false alarm.

Bokuto paled when they got to their apartment. Akaashi grimaced when he remembered that there was no elevator and they had to get up 7 flights of stairs. Around the fourth floor, Bokuto started shaking.

“Koutaro? Are you okay?” Akaashi asked, alarmed. His boyfriend nodded, his lips in a tight line and his eyes determined.

“I’m not going to throw up in the staiwell,” he gritted. Akaashi understood and tried to speed them up as much as possible.

When they finally made it back to their apartment, Akaashi escorted Bokuto to the couch and immediately rushed to the kitchen to get their big trash can. He brought a few extra trash bags too. Just in case.

As soon as he made it back to Bokuto, the sick boy grabbed the trash can and heaved, a slurry or brown vomit spilling into the trash can. Akaashi winced, but left Bokuto to go get him a change of clothes, promising to be back as quickly as possible.

Akaashi changed into more comfortable clothes himself and stopped by the bathroom on his way back to Bokuto. He grabbed a thermometer, a couple wet wash rags, some medicine, and a glass of water.

Upon entering the living room again, he found Bokuto leaning back on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes. The trash can was sitting idly next to him, only an arm’s length away.

“Hey baby,” Akaashi sat down beside him and brought his legs up so he could face his miserable boyfriend. Bokuto looked at him pathetically. Despite the situation, Akaashi found the look on his face utterly adorable and he gave Bokuto a sad smile.

Akaashi worked quickly, helping Bokuto change into more comfortable clothes. He wiped down his face with one of the wash rags. The thermometer was placed in his mouth and as they waited, Akaashi got the appropriate number of pills ready for Bokuto.

The beep of the thermometer broke the disconcerting silence and Akaashi sighed to find that Bokuto did indeed have a fever. Maybe it was a stomach bug then. In which case, Akaashi should prepare himself to face the same fate in a few days' time.

Bokuto took the medicine and Akaashi coaxed him into drinking the rest of the water. When he finished he handed the glass to Akaashi, who set it on the table.

Bokuto wrapped his arms around Akaashi’s middle and whined as he nuzzled his face into the former setter’s stomach.

Akaashi maneuvered them so that he was laying down, his back leaning against the armrest of the couch, and Bokuto lying between his legs. He slid his fingers through Bokuto’s hair, breaking up the gel and making it fall down.

“I feel so icky,” Bokuto pouted. His eyes were closed and he frowned, his lower lip sticky out childishly. Akaashi giggled.

“I know, babe. Don’t worry, you’ll feel not icky soon.”

Bokuto turned his head so his chin was resting on Akaashi’s stomach and looked at him with wide, fever-glazed eyes.

“You’ll take care of me?”

Akaashi blinked a few times before his face relaxed and his lips pulled up into a gentle smile.

“Of course. Always.”

Bokuto seemed satisfied with that and turned his head so his cheek was resting on Akaashi’s stomach again. He sighed.

It was bound to be a long few days, but the two of them would get through it.

***

A week later, Bokuto was sitting at the breakfast table, feeling much better, though he could still only stomach light meals. The worst week of his life was over, and he was starting to feel like himself again.

He was eating some toast and humming to himself when Akaashi stumbled into the kitchen, a hand on his stomach and sweat shining on his flushed face. Bokuto stared at him, eyes wide.

“K-koutaro? I don’t feel so g-good,” Akaashi managed to force out before promptly doubling over with a jarring belch and vomiting on their kitchen floor.

Bokuto scrambled over to his side and dragged him to the bathroom, a trail of vomit marking their path. He guided Akaashi to kneel in front of the toilet and rubbed his back when he threw up once more.

“It’s okay, Keiji. I’ve got you.”

#haikyuu sickfic #bokuaka #bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji #sick bokuto #sickfic #my fic #vomiting #fever #caretaker Akaashi

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positively-penguin · 4 years ago

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Part two of the fantasy-royalty AU because yes, I have indeed fallen down a rabbit hole of this and I’m now way way way too emotionally invested in this, please deal with me for the next few, well, let’s see how long this obsessions lasts but this is mostly going to be exactly what happens after they get there

- Akaashi is the oldest prince and most likely to succeed the throne

- Bokuto is his energetic bodyguard-knight who’s incredibly talented, hardworking, passionate and painfully pining over the prince

- Karasuno gang first meets the two of them and every other important person at the welcome dinner, it’s a small thing, just the royal family and the Karasuno gang (I’ll just be referring to all of them ad that now) meeting up with the preparation for it being as chaotic as you can imagine

- They’re first greeted and given a welcome tour around the palace by Yachi, who’s the princess though she certainly doesn’t act like one (her bodyguard’s Kiyoko, I initially forgot to give a bodyguard but well, since she’s a princess it doesn’t really make sense for her to not have a bodyguard. And I ended up going with Kiyoko cause it didn’t really make sense for anyone else and I felt like it kinda fits)

- More on her though, she studies magic under Shimada, illusion magic to be specific

- That’s how she met Yamaguchi (she has more proper and set classes at fixed timings and stuff while Yams more of just follows Shimada around and helps out and picks stuff up like that, they have classes after each day at night though but they’re a lot less fixed and set and stuff) and they sorta just met through magic and Shimada and hit it off quite well and became rather good friends

- The welcome tour turns out surprisingly uneventful given the Karasuno gang. Well, somewhat. Suga exchanges some small talk with Yachi, Suga and Kiyoko keep Yachi blissfully unaware of the chaos going on behind her, Kagehina bicker, Daichi is dragged in more times than he should be, Tsukishima makes very unhelpful and most certainly not asked for side comments that add to the chaos but otherwise remains amused and quiet, it eventually gets boring for him and he literally straight up tells them to their face that “you’re getting boring. If you guys are going to bicker, at least make it entertaining for the rest of us. A little worried you’re losing your entertainment value now” (cursing and yelling and a “we’re not the court jesters!” “Pft, are you sure? You certainly act like them”)

- But anyway the tour ends with Yachi telling them that they’ll have clothes for the welcome dinner specially brought up for them that was provided by Fukurodani (yes I’ve finally decided to name them, yeah it’s not very original but it works?) for them to wear to the dinner and that it’s rather fashionable amongst the Fukurodani nobles (to give a sense of the time, it’s around 1-2 pm and the dinner will begin at 7)

- They return to their chambers and off their separate ways though Daisuga ask for them to go to Suga’s room two hours before the dinner to prepare

- Kageyama goes to take a nap, Hinata goes to wander around the town, Suga writes a letter back to the kingdom, Daichi’s there with Suga and Tsukishima disappears off to god knows where

- Two hours later, a groggy Kageyama appears in Suga’s room. Half an hour later, Hinata appears after having gotten lost in town and Tsukishima remains absent. They basically go through proper etiquette, politeness, all that stuff and well, given Hinata’s never actually learnt all that stuff, it’s... an interesting process

- They try to teach our dear Kageyama how to smile and even a royalty-fantasy AU cannot change the fact that Kageyama is not good at smiling

- Tsukishima finally appears to prepare like half an hour before the event, after low key having given Daichi a heart attack because he was more concerned about it then Suga was (he knows enough about the prince to know that he wouldn’t ditch entirely and that he’d show up on time or at least be able to attend the event on time and in proper attire) and he actually doesn’t need the etiquette lessons since he has actually retained them in his brain, he just makes a very conscious decision to not use them around Kageyama (he also says this to his face)

- There’s practically chaos up until the minute they decide to finally leave

- They meet Bokuaka at the dinner and Bokuto immediately clicks with Hinata, yeah Hinata’s lessons all went flying out his brain the moment he met Bokuto

- The dinner is generally a rather formal event but nothing really important is discussed and it’s more of a introduction for both of them since this is the first time Fukurodani and Karasuno have set down to discuss and talk about an alliance and what not since the one generations ago talking about how the two parties weren’t going to fight against each other. Basically, this whole trip is about a cultural exchange and forming good nation relationships and they’ll be sorting through a ton of important things when starting to form a good relationship too

- The plan is for them to stay there for six months at least

- Okay this dinner is honestly just a welcome dinner and to get to sort of know each other

- The dinner ends with the promise to well, discuss business the next day

- A couple of things happen that night though

- Daichi and Suga sit down to kinda talk and Suga confesses that he’s worried and stuff and Daichi says that he can’t promise that everything will turn out alright but he can promise that he’ll be there for him (okay apparently I’m good at thinking up sappy stuff) and all that stuff and they talk more and they both end up falling asleep in Suga’s bed (they’re not romantically together in here, not yet at least)

- Yachi and Yamaguchi meet after the dinner in the owlery and they kinda talk and feed the owls snacks (and Bokuto is still wondering why his favourite owls are growing fatter) (side note, they get fed way too many snacks)

- Kagehina end up accidentally arranging for them to go to town the next day (Kageyama made a snide comment on how Hinata was late because he got lost and Hinata said that he wouldn’t fare much better either (in terms of not getting lost) and it basically ended in them agreeing to go to the town together the next day

- Bokuaka kinda talk to each about the Karasuno gang and their impressions of them while Akaashi writes and Bokuto feeds the ducks (they’re by the pond) and Bokuto gets Akaashi to feed the ducks too before he walks him back to his room

Okay yeah, I think this definitely goes without saying, this is most definitely getting more parts. (Again, I am way too deep in at this point) I’m actually resisting the urge to write a whole fic from this and I’m really surprised people like this au! Thank you so much to everyone who said you liked it!! It’s really nice to hear that (it really made me happy to see that you guys liked it so thanks!) and I hope this part 2 isn’t too disappointing (I wanted to add Bokuto in for the canon Bokuto and Hinata relationship) and that you hopefully liked this one too! Also, @kpop-kk (you asked me to tag you if I made a part two so here it is!) thanks again and I’ll probably be working on a part 3 too but feel free to send in any asks about this AU I have gotten too emotionally attached in the meantime! Have a nice day!

(You can check the fantasy au or royalty au tag to find part one)

#haikyuu!!#karasuno #daisuga #kagehina #bokuaka #tsukishima kei #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #yachi hitoka #fantasy au #royalty au

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