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Ah, this was fun to write. I hope this is okay, lovely person! ♥ Who do you think would win between Makoto and his S/O? I wonder… I love the dynamics here, I think all of their S/Os would have very different personalities! (｡• ̀д•́) 人 (•̀ω•́ )ﾊﾞ

The boys knew that it must have been rigged when they all drew the same colour cards, and their partners drew the others. Of course, they were actually pretty nervous - they didn’t want to hurt them, emotionally or physically, but at the same time… They really, really wanted to win against them. So, they set up some parameters.

"Right… If we win," Rin gestured to himself and his team, "you have to do whatever we want you to. If you win…"

"Then we get to dress you all up as maids, and have you personally serve us for the rest of the day? Sounds brilliant." Rin’s partner spoke up, and his face dropped.

"HEY! I never agreed to that— wait, come back here!!" Grabbing their gun, Rin’s partner dashed off, avoiding their flustered boyfriend before he got too out of hand.

"You know that I won’t go easy on you, Makoto-kun…" Meanwhile, Makoto and his partner were facing off, each holding their respective weapons in a rather threatening way.

”____-chan, I wouldn’t underestimate me… I won’t play nice with you, not this time.” Makoto’s smile was almost a little unnerving, and both Nitori and his partner shivered as they observed the exchange between the two.

"Erm… ____-chan, I promise that I’ll try not to get you out, but I think that Rin-senpai might be mad if I didn’t shoot you on purpose…" Nitori grinned at them, nervously keeping ahold of his weapon.

"Oh Nitori! Please don’t worry about that - there are teams for a reason, no? I won’t be offended if you do catch me out, I promise." They gently smiled back at him, reaching out to grasp his hand, but before they could, a loud shout came from Rei, who was stood not too far away from them.

”____, you can’t say that! I would never do such a thing to you, even in a game like this!” Rei exclaimed, grasping his partner by the shoulders and shaking them slightly. “Such barbaric techniques are far beyond me, and I will be nothing but gentle with you throughout the whole game. This, I swear.”

By this point, Rei was posing, one hand on his chest whilst another continued to hold onto his companion. They looked around nervously, waving slightly at Nitori and his beloved before turning back to Rei.

"Erm, Rei… All I said was that you shouldn’t hold back. Isn’t that kind of the point of the game?" They smiled a little awkwardly, removing Rei’s hand from their shoulder as he looked around sheepishly.

Just as that exchange ended, a very irate looking Rin emerged from one of the school buildings, dragging his partner by the collar behind him as snickered about something.

"Right, first thing’s first; does everyone have their weapons ready?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Don’t call me ‘Sir’!!" Rin paused, running a hand through his hair and letting go of his beloved, who immediately ran to stand with the others. "Okay… Well, you all know the rules. Good luck, and may the best team," he glared at his partner pointedly, and they relapsed into a fit of giggles, "win!"

There was a moment of suspension, where the boys took a final look at their beloved companions (or in Rin’s case, a heated glare), before they all ran in their opposite directions, talking amongst themselves.

In the end, when the match was nearing the climax, it turned out that everyone had managed to get eliminated… Apart from Makoto, and his partner. As it so happens, when the other found them, they were both hidden around a corner, occasionally shooting at each other, but mostly just sending passive-aggressive threats in each other’s direction. All that went through everyone else’s heads was something along the lines of:

(*´∀`*) Thank you, anon!! This is such an adorable scenario… Makoto is the perfect taking-care-of-when-ill boyfriend, and nothing can convince me otherwise! Hope you enjoy… ~~

Cold season sucked. What sucked even more, though, was getting a cold outside of cold season. That was probably why ____ was so irritated about getting a cold, at this time of year. The middle of summer. Now was supposed to be the time for enjoying the warm weather, sunbathing and splashing about in cool water, but no. Of course not. It was just their luck that they had managed to catch a nasty cold just as the summer break had started.

Grumbling about their misfortune, they had dragged themselves out of bed that morning, stealing the blanket on the bed to wrap around their unusually cold body. Making their way to the kitchen to grab some green tea and medicine, a sudden knock on the door startled them so much that they nearly dropped the mug they were holding at the time. Scowling at the door, they slowly began to make their way over to the door, cursing the person who would interrupt them when they were so ill.

Surprisingly, when the door was opened, the person that stood on the other side wasn’t some door-to-door salesman, but rather their boyfriend, Makoto. He looked confused as to why his beloved had turned up to the door in a sheet and layers of clothing when it was the middle of summer, before taking a good look at their face and gasping.

”____-chan! You don’t look very well…” Moving through the entrance to the house and shutting the door behind him, he took them in his arms, looking into their eyes. “Are you ok? You really shouldn’t be wearing this many layers in summer, you know… You’ll overheat!”

Before his tirade of concerns could continue, his partner twisted suddenly in his arms to face away from him, before covering their face to the best of their ability and releasing a loud sneeze.

"I’m sick, Makoto." they groaned, sniffing as they turned back to him.

"But it’s the middle of summer, ____-chan! Surely you can’t get ill this badly in summer…" They knew he was just concerned, but sometimes his ignorance was a little irritating, and they were in no mood to deal with it today.

"Makoto, if you wanted to go out today, then I can’t. I feel seriously ill right now - I could barely get out of bed, and all I really want right now is to go back to bed with some tea and medicine. So please, if you-" they could barely finish their sentence before Makoto was ushering them back up the stairs in their house.

"Then let me take care of you! I’ve got nothing to do today, and you aren’t well enough to look after yourself, ____-chan… Here, you get back into bed, I’ll get you your tea." With a sweet smile on his face, Makoto was impossible to say no to, especially since his large frame was now blocking the bottom of the stairs.

"Fine, fine…"

A few minutes later, Makoto poked his head around ____’s door, finding them bundled in blankets and duvets, a slight grimace on their face as their body racked with nasty-sounding coughs.

”____-chan… I got some tea. And medicine… I didn’t know what type of cold you have, so I just grabbed everything that looked like it could help.” he gingerly placed himself on the edge of the bed, handing the tea to them and putting the medicine down beside him.

"Thank you Makoto…" sipping at the tea, they sighed and glanced over at him. "Sorry if I was harsh earlier. I was looking forward to being able to go out with you today, this stupid cold has put me in quite a bad mood. But it’s really nice to see you, anyway…" their already flushed face grew slightly more red as they looked down into their tea cup, and Makoto felt his heart race a little at their cute behaviours.

"It’s no problem… ____-chan, I’ll stay here with you all day, I can take care of you… Do you want anything to eat? Or maybe something else to make sure you’re warm… It’s really quite hot in here though…" As Makoto started to list off the various things that he was willing to offer them, ____ just gazed at him, a faint smile on their face. No one could make them feel this good apart from Makoto. His caring, concerned nature came out in full when it came to them, and he was truly willing to do anything to make sure that they were comfortable.

"Oi, Makoto." he paused mid-speech to look at them. "What would really make me feel better right now is for you to get into bed with me…"As soon as these words were out of their mouth, Makoto grinned, perching on the bed besides his beloved and shuffling over to them, taking their figure into his arms and letting them lean on him.

"You’re really hot, ____-chan…"

"Hmm, thank you."

"Not like that!" he chuckled at their reply, before something occurred to him. 

"What if I get ill, too? Then-"

"Then I’d have to take care of you, and cuddle with you, and make you tea. Makoto-kun, I… I want you to take care of me for now… Promise?"