Notes: I kept hurting Hizashi so much, but Iāve honestly just wanted to give him his dango since I wrote it into Relief. So here you go. This might be the last one of these I write for this story line for a little while. I need to crack down on some bigger projects, but I wanted to write some fluff!
Read Burned and Relief before this one or it wonāt make sense. You can read Fever too, but that isnāt necessary.Ā
Three weeks and several healing sessions later, Shouta almost feels a little giddy stepping up to their front door, a bag of takeout in his hand.
Hizashi had been making great progress since his release. Mentally, Shouta knew there was so much more work to be done, but at least the toll his wounds put on his body was lessening.
Shouta unlocks the door and steps inside, calling out a greeting. He gets a sleepy response from the living room and looks up to see one of Hizashiās hands flop over the arm of the couch and lazily wave at him. He slips off his shoes and walks over to the resting man.
The doctor had given Hizashi the go ahead to take off the brace except when sleeping at their last session a couple days ago. Shouta puts his hand on his hip, looking down at his husband, raising his eyebrow at the distinct lack of brace around his neck. All thatās there are the thin bandages Hizashi had been hiding behind scarves of different colors and patterns all week.
āTaking a nap?ā Shouta asks. Hizashi gives him a guilty grin.
āIt wasnāt going to be longā¦ā
āIf you fuck up theyāll make you put it back on all the time you know,ā Shouta comments as he taps Hizashiās leg to get him to lift his feet.
He sits down and Hizashi settles his legs across Shoutaās lap, wiggling his socked foot at the bag Shouta sets down on the cushion beside him.
āHmm? Well I thought since you had been doing such a good job taking care of your throat I would get you a gift, butā¦ā Shouta paused, shrugging.
āBut since you canāt listen to the doctor maybe I should just take it back.ā
āNoooooo,ā Hizashi whines, pressing his hands together in a begging motion. āI will put it on when I nap! I swear!ā
āWhy do I not believe that?ā Shouta asks, but he smiles and pulls the bag open anyway. Hizashiās feet leave his lap as the blond shifts into a sitting position, scooting in close. Heās sitting sideways, cross legged, his toes tickle Shoutaās thigh when he wiggles them playfully for a moment. Shouta flicks his knee cap and Hizashi laughs and stills his feet.Ā
Shouta smiles, redirecting his attention back to the bag and pulling out the plastic takeout container. Maybe Hizashiās mind was doing a lot better as well. Heād been worried, after the stint with the infection, that the nightmares the heat conjured up would stay with the other man long after his fever broke.Ā
Shouta holds the box out to Hizashi, who takes it carefully in his hands, eyeing it suspiciously.Ā
āItās not a trick, open it.ā
Hizashi holds the bottom in one hand and peels back the lid with the other, and Shouta keeps his eyes on his face, waiting for his reaction.
What he gets fills him with a warm, gentle feeling, starting his in chest and reaching outward.Ā
Hizashiās eyes widen, his mouth dropping open as he audibly gasps. He lets the lid fall down to the couch as he brings his hand up to his cheek. His eyes flick back and forth from the treat in his hands to Shoutaās grin and back down again.Ā
Hizashi starts laughing, setting the little tray of dango, all lined perfectly on a stick, smothered in a sticky sweet syrup, down on the coffee table. He reaches out and wraps his arms around Shoutaās shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Shouta runs his fingers through Hizashiās hair, knotted in a few places from his nap.Ā
āThank you!ā Hizashi says, over and over into his ear.Ā āThank you!ā
Shouta laughs again and pulls back, nodding his head towards the food.Ā
āAre you going to eat it? Donāt tell me you donāt want it anymore after all this time.ā
āNo, no! I want it!ā Hizashi says, his voice ticking up a few octaves. He picks up a skewer and Shouta hands him a napkin just as a bit of syrup drips down onto the couch. They both stare at it for a moment and Hizashi shrugs, claiming the cat will lick it off.Ā
He holds the napkin under the stick and raises it to his lips, biting down on the first ball with his eyes closed and a happy little smile on his face. Hizashiās cheeks look flushed and Shouta can feel his ears heating up a bit. He hadnāt seen his husband this happy in nearly a month.Ā
āI love you,ā Shouta says.Ā
He hadnāt even been thinking about talking, but the words had come so easy, the way they had for so many years now.Ā
Hizashi swallows and smacks his lips, giving Shouta a smile bordering onĀ breaking through to Present Mic levels.Ā
āI love you too!ā Hizashi says, laughing giddily. He reaches over to the couch and picks up the other skewer, holding it out to Shouta.Ā
āNah, this is all for you.ā
āYouāre going to let me eat this must dango?ā Hizashi asks, incredulous.Ā āWe havenāt even eaten dinner. Youād think it was my birthday or something!ā
āDonāt get used to it.ā
Hizashi takes another big bite of the food, humming in response.Ā
Shoutaās hand makes it to Hizashiās knee, where he begins rubbing small circles with his thumb, watching with a smile on his face as Hizashi enjoys the food, happy to see the soft, cheerful man heād fallen in love with start to reemerge.Ā