requested by @YourCasualPotato

prompt: Nejire or Tamaki x reader??? Where like either Nejire or Tamaki is sick???

a/n: guys guys i promise i'll write something after this for bb nejire,,,

It started out with a cough.

A simple, natural occurrence, really, but when you heard it, you immediately perked up, peeking over your shoulder at Tamaki, who was sniffling quietly behind Mirio. Next to you, Nejire let out a loud exhale of exasperation, a somewhat 'motherly-tone' coming over her usually happy-go-lucky voice.

"Ah, ah, Tamaki! That cough definitely can't mean anything good! Have you not been wearing enough again?"

With the tips of his ears gradually growing dark red with a flush of embarrassment, the dark-haired male mumbled softly in response, dark eyes downcast as he wiped his nose with a tissue produced from his back pocket,

"I - It's not - nothing, N - Nejire...! Yo - You don - don't a - always have - have to l - look af - after me li - like this..."

Nejire pouted, crossing her arms and huffed loudly at the male's response, while Mirio laughed loudly, rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled widely.

"Tamaki, Nejire's just worried about you! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

He turned to you, and you nodded, fixing your gaze on Tamaki. The male met your gaze for a split second, before his face turned bright red. Tamaki looked away, breath growing a bit shaky.

You frowned.

Strange. The male usually could hold gazes for at least 10 seconds, so he must not be feeling too good right now...

...and the male's red face...

"Are you coming down with a fever, Tamaki?

You questioned, stepping forward to press your hand against his forehead. A blazing heat met your skin, and you withdrew, eyes wide. Tamaki just let out a sniffle, a whine coming from him.

"I'm f - fine—"

He choked out hastily, but you ignored him. Turning to the others, you announced,

"I'll be taking Tamaki back to his dorm—! He's not feeling the best right now..."

Mirio and Nejire looked to each other, and Nejire smiled widely, a knowing look in her sapphire-colored eyes.

"Alright, Y/N! Let's go, Mirio!"

The light blue-haired girl skipped away, and Mirio sent you a look. He smiled playfully, dark eyes flickering to Tamaki's trembling form, before he walked away, following after Nejire.

After they left, the dark-haired male let out a soft groan.

"Y - Y/N... y - you r - really don't have to..."

"I want to!"

You replied happily, before lacing your hands with his, making him jolt forward in surprise. His hand was cold and sweaty in yours, but you didn't mind. After all, you had somewhat of a crush on him.

"Y - Y/N..."

He stuttered out softly, attempting to pull away from you. His face flushed a bright red — an even brighter red than before. Tamaki then tried to protest, his voice squeaky and shaky.

"Y - You'll g - g - get s - sick..."

"I don't mind!"

You chirped, before dragging him along in the direction of the dorms.

"Now let's go! I'll nurse you back to health—!"