Bokuto's lessons at college had been cancelled. He had called Akaashi to find out what was about his classes and they were also had been cancelled.

Bokuto took his car and went to Fukurōdani Academy to take Akaashi and go home.

When he had arrived at the classroom, soaked and the umbrella turned over because of the wind, Akaashi had headed towards him with his bag.

When they arrived at the door, they watched the rain pouring out with force. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi by the hand and ran to the car. Bokuto had parked their car far away because he was not allowed to park inside of the Academy.

They finally arrived and settled in. They had installed rain protection on the seats in the morning. At the same moment, the thunder roared much louder than before.

- Keiji, calm down, it's nothing, I'm here.

- Kō... please be careful.

- I promise.

Bokuto started the car and began to drive gently with his left hand on Akaashi's thigh.

The storm was getting more and more violent. After half an hour, Akaashi began to feel bad. His belly was turning. He moved on his seat, seeking a comfortable position.

- I should have brought the syrup for car sick, I'm too stupid. Grumbled Bokuto.

- Stop getting mad at yourself. That's my f-

- Don't even think about saying it.

Bokuto stopped the car along a sidewalk where a few other cars were parked.

- Take a deep breath. Akaashi rolled down the window and put his head out.

- Hey, Keiji, what are you doing?

- It feels good.

- Take your head in.

Another thunder brought in Akaashi's head at once and he hurriedly closed the window.

Bokuto could not help laughing in front of this scene.

- You had to listen to me.

- It's not funny.

- I know. Bokuto took off his seatbelt and bent over to pull Akaashi in his arms.

The black haired boy automatically leaned as if attracted by a magnet towards Bokuto.

They waited in this position five minutes before Bokuto straightened up.

- Another 10 minutes. Can you hold on until then?

Akaashi nodded.

- If you can't, tell me.

Another nod.

They finally came to their house. Bokuto parked the car and both took off their seatbelts before going down.

They didn't take the risk of going inside, so as not to wet the whole house. They came out of the garage and the rain glued to them.

Bokuto quickly opened the door and closed it as soon as they went inside. They were dripping with rain. Bokuto placed his bag in a corner, imitated by Akaashi. Then he took off his shoes and undressed in the hall. He ended up with only his underwear on him.

- I'll go get the laundry basket. Take off your clothes.

Akaashi imitated Bokuto who went upstairs quickly. Akaashi had just taken off his pants when Bokuto reappeared, the empty laundry basket and two bathrobes in hand.

He handed one to Akaashi who trembled like a leaf and put the other. Then he picked up their clothes and put them in the basket before he took off his underwear to put it in the basket and Akaashi did the same.

- I ran a bath. Shall we go?

- Y... yes... Akaashi said, trembling from cold.

The rain had frozen them. Their lips were blue. It wasn't really a rain they liked. A rain that fell at the end of January. Wind and cold didn't help them.

Akaashi entered the bathroom and saw the pile of dirty clothes thrown on the floor. Bokuto had gone to put their uniforms in the machine and after coming back, went to the pile and put the dirty clothes back in the basket.

- Keiji, go in the shower instead of just standing there and watching me while shivering.

Akaashi took off his bathrobe and after putting it down, went into the shower and opened the hot water. Bokuto turned off the bath water and joined Akaashi in the shower.

They ended up quickly and both dipped into the bathtub. Bokuto had sit behind Akaashi, who sighed of well-being in contact with the hot water. He clung to Bokuto who leaned against the bathtub.

They stayed a good 15 minutes before deciding to go out.

It was 11:58 a.m and Bokuto heated their bento in two plates. He sat opposite to Akaashi and they both ate. Bokuto took their two plates after they had finished eating, twenty minutes later, Akaashi having decided to eat as slowly as possible.

Bokuto had spent the last ten minutes watching him eat. Bokuto washed the plates and Akaashi took a cloth to wipe and store them.

Once that was done, they drank water while staying above the sink. Once the glasses were put on the kitchen counter, Bokuto turned to Akaashi.

- Are you all right?

Akaashi half closed his eyes and without being able to control his body, he fell into Bokuto's arms.

- Eh Keiji, what's going on?

- Bokuto-san...

- Huh? What?

- The next toss... I'll make toss on the right side.

Bokuto put a hand on Akaashi's forehead.

- You're burning. You have a fever.

- No, I never get sick. And we're in the middle of a match Bokuto-san.

- What are you talking about? You're delirious. Come on, you should go to bed.

- I can't leave the game like that.

Akaashi was delirious, still with his face on Bokuto's chest and his eyes closed.

- Keiji.

- Why do you call me Keiji, Bokuto-san?

- What? But we are together. And you are suppose to call me Kōtarō, mister sick.

- I'm not sick. Since when have we been together? Konoha-san, stand on the left side and jump with the conviction that you will be the one to spike. Akaashi said, turning his head towards the dining table.

- Keiji, you have to go to bed. You're burning.

Akaashi pulled himself off from Bokuto and put his hands over his head, as if he were going to toss.

- Bokuto-san, get ready.

- Keiji, come here.

- Bokuto-san, stop calling me by my first name, it's disturbing.

Bokuto smiles at himself.

- My love, come on.

- I am not your love Bokuto-san. Sorry, but you are not my type.

Aouch.

- Hey, I remind you that we've been together for 2 years. You just hurt me.

Akaashi was taken by a jolt and fell dangerously forwards. Bokuto caught him and took him in his arms and went to their room.

Then he laid him down on the bed and straightened up to get a mask.

- Kōtarō...

- Ah, you finally got over your delusion?

- Huh?

- Nothing. Tell me what's going on, my heart?

- I'm cold. Akaashi said, trembling, wrapped up in the blanket.

- I'm coming, give me one minute to get a mask and a basin and I'll be back.

Bokuto laid down next to Akaashi after laying the basin next to the bed and began to caress Akaashi's black curls. Akaashi was already asleep.

Three hours later, Bokuto awoke, feeling Akaashi's warmth and rapid breathing.

- Keiji, what's going on, darling?

- Jsmfhdhmsb...

- Mmh?

- Akmfhb...

- I understood everything.

Akaashi had sweat sticking to his clothes and a little drool began to flow but the younger prevented himself from letting it flow. Then he stood up and sat down. Bokuto imitated him and took off his mask.

- Keiji, breathe, come, I'll take you to the bathroom and you can let go.

Akaashi put a hand on his mouth and shook his head from right to left.

- Yes, you have to get everything out. I know it is not pleasant but believe me you will feel better.

- Never. Said Akaashi pressing his hand against his mouth.

- You have to. You want me to give you the basin?

Akaashi frantically shook his head from right to left.

- You have to let out what you have in your belly.

Tears ran down Akaashi's cheeks, mixing with the saliva that escaped between his fingers that he could no longer hold back.

- When you're stubborn, you're really stubborn.

Bokuto took the basin and placed it next to the bed and grabbed Akaashi by the shoulders.

- It'll make you feel good, baby. I know it's a horrible feeling, but you have to.

Akaashi was holding on despite the saliva.

- Hey, Keiji, if you don't let go, you see what we ate at lunch? I'll make you swallow it by force.

Akaashi was not pleased with the mention of meals, as he took away his hand and could not hold back what came out of his mouth.

Bokuto was not fast enough to take the basin. He cupped his hands together and put them in front of Akaashi. Akaashi looked at Bokuto horrified.

- That's nothing. Can you take the basin while I come back? Akaashi nodded and looked at Bokuto still with a horrified look.

- And don't be content with what you let go. Empty yourself. Otherwise I'll feed you.

This word was probably not the best word to use at the moment because Akaashi grabbed the basin and emptied everything he had in his belly.

Bokuto went into the bathroom and after pouring what was in his hands into the toilet, he washed his hands. Then he quickly took another basin and three washcloth gloves which he wet and went in to the room.

He put the basin with the washcloths next to him and sat down next to Akaashi to put his left arm on his back and stroke him.

- See, it's not that complicated.

Akaashi tried to say something, but he emptied even more instead.

- Yeah, you got it babe.

Akaashi was crying but with each sob another flow came out.

- It's going to be okay. I know it's hard but you'll feel much better after.

- It burns...

- I know, honey.

Akaashi ended up spitting out saliva with what was left and remained in the position, sitting with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

Bokuto took the washing gloves and placed them on his knee, took the other basin. With one of the gloves, he wiped Akaashi's face, lingering on his mouth and chin. He put the dirty glove back in the basin and after putting water in one of the glasses on the bedside table, put the glass on Akaashi's lips.

- Here, rinse your mouth and spit in the basin.

Akaashi rinsed his mouth three times and Bokuto took a second glove to wipe his mouth. And he put it in the basin, and took the other glass, and made the dark haired boy drink water. He wiped his face with the last wet glove and after putting the second basin on the ground, he made him lie down.

- Rest now. I'll be back soon.

Bokuto returned to the room about 15 minutes later. Akaashi was lying with his eyes half open. Bokuto had tried to get him to swallow his medicines but it was unsuccessful, the younger refusing to swallow the pills.

- Hey, Keiji, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that you're really hard to handle when you're sick. Sighed Bokuto by passing a hand on Akaashi's forehead, caressing his black locks.

- Kō...?

- Tell me?

- I want to drink something... but not water.

- Hot or cold?

- Not milk. Juice. Please.

- No need for your « please ». And no thanks needed. It's normal. Bokuto kissed Akaashi's forehead and went down.

He pressed two oranges and after putting it in a glass, he took the medicine and powdered it and mixed it with the juice. He took the packet of crackers and went up. He put the packet and the juice on the bedside table and straightened Akaashi.

- Want to eat a cracker?

Akaashi nodded and Bokuto took one out of the bag before handing it to Akaashi. The younger took it and ate it in small bites. He had never found the crackers with nothing on them as delicious as at the moment. Akaashi ate three of them and drank the orange juice. Bokuto rested the glass and took Akaashi in his arms.

- You should feel a little better when the meds begin to make effect.

- What medicines?

- I gave you a lot of juice.

- ...

- You'll see in a few minutes.

Akaashi did not have time to question himself more because he fell into a long sleep. In the evening, Bokuto made him drink a bowl of soup in which he had put the medicine.

Then Bokuto took him to the bathroom and gave him a bath. Akaashi felt as if he had fallen back into childhood when Bokuto wiped and dressed him. Akaashi made one last effort to brush his teeth, and after bringing him back to the room and putting him to bed, Bokuto also changed to join the dark haired boy and go to bed.