What about a ficlet about Rohan taking care of a sick Josuke? :> Or something similar
LOVE IT!!! i love rohan taking care of josuke!!!! that boy DESERVES some god damn tlc i am a DOCTOR i PROMISE
The minute he woke up and couldn’t breathe out of his nose, Josuke knew it was going to be a tough day.
The night before, he had gotten the sniffles. It wasn’t such a big deal, the seasons were changing, and he always got a little sniffly around that time, but this was no allergy attack. The pounding headache and sore throat were enough to toss that theory out the window.
No, he was sick. Sick as a dog.
He groaned out loud and rolled over in bed.
Oof, bad idea. That made him nauseous.
“What is your problem?” Rohan grumbled quietly from his side of the bed. “You woke me up.”
Josuke clapped his hands over his mouth and hopped out of bed. He hobbled to the bathroom and knelt over the toilet, and the rest was history.
That got Rohan out of bed, too. He was at Josuke’s side within moments, swiping the younger man’s hair out of his face. “Are you okay?” All annoyance was gone, replaced with sincere concern. “What happened?”
Josuke finished vomiting, then sank down to his knees and moaned. “I’m sick.”
Rohan snorted. “No shit.” He grabbed Josuke by the hand and helped him stand back up. “Here, you get back in bed. I’ll take care of you.”
Josuke struggled against the hold. “I have work today – and you have to draw!”
“Oh, come on. You know I’m weeks ahead. I can take a day or two off to make sure you’re all right.” Rohan gently steered him back to the bedroom. “I’ll call Jotaro and tell him what’s going on.”
Josuke got into bed with a sickly huff. “You just want to make sure I don’t vomit on any of your expensive shit.”
“You got me. I don’t care about you at all.” Rohan shrugged, then grabbed his phone. “I’ll go get you some water. You stay in bed and rest, and try not to throw up again until I get back.” He pressed a soft kiss to Josuke’s forehead (which was all gross and sweaty, so that’s how you know it’s true love), then left the room.
That gave Josuke a chance to just lie down and breathe for a moment. He still felt woozy from vomiting, and lying down helped his spinning vision slow.
He closed his eyes for just a moment, and before he knew it, Rohan was coaxing him back awake. “Hey, I need you to drink this.” He held out a glass of water. In his other hand was a pill. “It’s a decongestant, it might help with the nausea too.”
Josuke took the water and the pill without complaint. “Thanks, babe.”
“I’ll make you something to eat. Do you want toast or soup?” Rohan placed a hand on Josuke’s forehead.
Josuke tried to inhale through his nose, but all that happened was he made a disgusting snorting sound. He sighed and breathed through his mouth instead. “Soup, please.”
Rohan smiled and ruffled Josuke’s hair. “Can do. You just rest.”
He left again, so Josuke went back to casually dozing. He had a few odd half-dreams, at points not sure if he was awake or asleep. Rohan would appear in these dreams from time to time, but sometimes he was Rohan, and other times he was some kind of oddly dressed sailor-looking man with sad eyes. Bubbles filled the room. For a minute, Josuke thought he would drown in the bubbles, but then they all started to pop. Everything seemed a little wobbly in his mostly-asleep sick vision. He was too hot and too cold at the same time. The bed felt like it was a boat being pushed to and fro on an ocean of fire.
Rohan came back, for real this time, with a bowl of soup and a spoon. He sat down next to Josuke and righted his boyfriend up on the pillows. “I’ll help, you just sit there and look pretty.” He filled the spoon with some soup and edged it towards Josuke’s mouth.
Josuke blinked, feeling a little more coherent now. “You don’t have to treat me like a baby.”
“Oh really? Here comes the airplane.” Rohan chuckled. “Come on, I’m afraid you’ll spill all over yourself. Nobody wants that.”
“I dunno. You seem to be a fan of cleaning up after me.” Josuke coughed into his fist as he laughed.
Rohan grimaced. “You’re disgusting. Eat your soup.”
“Aw, you love me.” Josuke took the soup and the spoon from him and started to take small sips. “Admit it.”
“I do love you. That means I’m allowed to tell you when you’re gross.” Rohan made a face when Josuke slurped up the last of the soup, then took the bowl from him. “Dear, you are disgusting.”
“If you make fun of me again, I’ll make sure to throw up all over the blankets. And you.”
“Oh, shut up.” Rohan rolled his eyes and turned to put the bowl in the kitchen.
“Wait, Rohan?” Josuke’s voice changed from joking to… quiet. The mangaka turned to look at him. “When you’re done with that, can you just… come back up here and nap with me or something?” Josuke smiled nervously. “It gets kinda weird when I’m all alone up here.”
Rohan nodded. “Yeah, I’ll come back up. I’ve got this book I wanted to read anyways.”
He was gone, and then he was back. Josuke was starting to think this sickness was really messing with his perception of the passage of time.
But then Rohan scooted up close to him, pulled out his book and his reading glasses, and sat quietly in bed with him as he napped on and off throughout the day.
At times, Josuke would feel Rohan’s fingers carding through his hair. But he was usually too out of it to respond in any way, so he didn’t acknowledge it.
The rest of the day went similarly, until Rohan made dinner (soup again), then got ready for bed.
“I hope I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” He groused as he climbed back into bed.
Josuke blushed, and this time it wasn’t from being sick. “Sorry.”
Rohan rolled his eyes and pulled in close for a kiss. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He pressed his forehead against Josuke’s – he wasn’t feeling as clammy as he had this morning, but he was still feeling pretty sweaty. “Tomorrow I can give you a bath, if you want.”
“Gross. I can do it on my own.” Josuke sniffed. “Careful with how gung-ho you are about taking care of me, babe. Someone might get the idea that you’re a nice person.”
Rohan laughed. It was a quiet laugh, one that only Josuke would get to hear. It was a soft laugh, and it was full of love, and maybe Josuke’s head was still full of sick-fluff, because he swore hearing that laugh made him dizzy all over again. “Well, we can’t have that.”
“I love you, Rohan.” It just kind of slipped. He’d said it before, but every time he said it, he meant it. “I love you a lot.”
“I know. I love you too.” Rohan kissed him again, then turned off the light.
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