Bokuto held Akaashi as he went slack, worried. The younger male didn't feel well and likely needed to go to the doctor again soon. The woman who had gotten mad at them was frustrated.

"You let him throw up everywhere?"

"Ma'am he can't control it. He's getting over something serious and sometimes his body gives out like this."

"Do you really think I care?"

Bokuto felt Akaashi regain consciousness. "Keiji. Hey, hey, hey. Do you feel okay?"

"Tired..."

"I'll get you home soon, I promise." Bokuto tried to step around the woman. She grabbed Akaashi's arm. Bokuto yanked him away, scoffing. "What the fuck?"

"Language!"

Bokuto spotted a worker hurrying over. He met the man halfway. "Can you please call the cops? She keeps yelling and has grabbed my partner."

"Of course. Is he okay?"

"He had a seizure. He just got over cancer so still isn't feeling well and threw up."

Akaashi sat up in Bokuto's arms. "You said we could go home."

"We will."

Akaashi looked at the woman. She glared at him and he shrank back. "What happened?"

"You seized."

Akaashi coughed. He laid back down. His body felt heavier than normal. "Sorry..."

"Don't apologize for that."

Akaashi attempted to relax. Police came and due to him seizing paramedics tended to him, giving him fluids and making sure he hadn't had a stroke or something similar. He seemed pretty okay, albeit a little disoriented.

Bokuto took him home where he laid Akaashi down. Job searching for the younger male could wait if he was feeling so bad. As he started getting ready for his own job he discovered bruising on Akaashi's arm. His heart dropped.

Seizure, feeling ill, and now easy bruising.

Shit.

Bokuto texted Akaashi and left, nervous. The younger male might have relapsed. They would have to go through that hell again.

****

Bokuto sat down, placing his laptop down. Akaashi looked up from his phone. "Oh hey. Is everything okay?"

Bokuto nodded. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good actually. The bruise from that lady last week has already gone away and I have more energy after resting." Akaashi smiled lovingly at Bokuto, not very aware of his concern.

"Have you gotten the results from your last test?"

"Did I not text them to you?" Akaashi opened his phone. "Oh. Yeah, they came back clean. Why are you asking?"

"You were showing symptoms again and I got worried."

Akaashi's eyes widened. "Oh..."

Bokuto smiled at him. "It's okay though."

Akaashi fiddled with the papers in front of him. "I was showing symptoms?"

"I thought you were but you know your body better."

Akaashi gulped. "Ko... please tell me if you ever notice symptoms show up."

Bokuto quickly sat up. "I'm so sorry."

"I just don't appreciate you not telling me that. It's not much to apologize about."

The older of the two leaned over, kissing his cheek. "I promise I'll tell you next time if there is ever a next time."

Akaaashi gently moved his chin closer and kissed him. He felt giddy every time he did this, a move he wasn't able to do previously. Bokuto loved affection and PDA and everything nice like that so everything was accepted.

"You're so cute!"

Akaashi looked over to the couch where Oda was sleeping. He got up and picked him up. Oda whined loudly and held on. "Daddy..."

"Sorry lovebug."

Bokuto held out his arms. "Oh little buddy are we about to get upset?"

Oda huffed at him. He was passed to Bokuto where he laid down on his chest. "Papa."

"Yep! Papa." Bokuto kissed his hair. "Oh sweet boy... how was your nap?"

Oda whined. "Mm sleepy."

"Oh I bet." Bokuto rubbed his back.

Akaashi got Oda some water and got him to drink, feeling his forehead. "Are you feeling okay honey?"

Oda whined. Bokuto looked up at Akaashi, worried. "Does he feel warm?"

Akaashi nodded. He grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom and checked Oda's temperature. "He has a fever." Akaashi lifted him up and wrapped him in a blanket. Bokuto followed him upstairs to make sure everything was okay. "It's probably just a little cold. He should be fine by the end of the week."

Bokuto nodded and watched Oda relax into his bed. "Guess I'm making soup tonight?"

"I guess so." Akaashi kissed his forehead. "You okay?"

Oda nodded, sniffling. Bokuto kissed his hair. "I'm gonna make super good miso soup."

Oda nodded. He shied away into his blankets.

Bokuto went to his room with Akaashi, tempted to lift him and play around to see if he could make him feel better. He knew better though and kissed him, just holding him. "Everything okay?"

"Mhmm. I just don't like when he gets sick."

"He is your son Keiji. You're bound to feel worried about it."

Akaashi shrugged. He plopped down. "I can't stay around him too much either because of my immune system. If I get a cold it's bad and he has a cold."

"Meaning I've got it! I love Oda Kashi, I don't mind taking care of him."

Akaashi smiled.

Bokuto paused for a moment. He smiled back, happy to see that Akaashi felt okay. He plopped down next to him and held his hand. "Low-key wanna make out with you right now."

"What- why?"

"Dunno. Just like the idea of making out with you."

Akaashi flushed. He opened his phone. "At least wait until Oda's asleep so he doesn't come in here."

"Ah. Responsible!" Bokuto hefted him into his lap and kissed his forehead. "Hot."

Akaashi frowned at him. "Why hot?"

"Because you're hot." He laid back against his bed frame.

Akaashi rolled his eyes before kissing him. "You're a dork."

"Your dork though."