Light Yagami (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
righteousjudgement) wrote2015-07-17 07:02 pm
righteousjudgement) wrote2015-07-17 07:02 pm
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Awkward Domesticity [closed; inordertobelieve]
The short walk from the train station normally takes about twenty minutes, fifteen if he hurries a little – but Light doesn't hurry today. He takes his time, calling the restaurant to cancel the reservation, then stopping at a convenience store en route to pick up some things – a box of tea, aspirin, liquid cold medicine, a set of travel toiletries – and to order two bowls of take-out udon and vegetable tempura over rice. He knows Teru well enough to guess that if he's sick enough to cancel plans at the last minute, he may well be sick enough to need to be told to stay in bed and rest.
He's carrying too much to call or text when he's nearly there, so he doesn't bother – Teru knows he's dropping by, after all. It would be silly not to at least stop in to check on him, considering Light had already been nearly at the Kyoto station when he'd gotten the cancellation call, and Teru had sounded pretty awful over the phone. Even if their plans for the evening are off, Light's never in a rush to go home to Misa anyway.
He raises his less-burdened arm (the one carrying the medicine and other items, not the two heavy bags of still-steaming food) and knocks twice, frowning a little as the handles of the plastic bag drag against the sleeve of his jacket. It's not dark out yet, but it's chilly enough that Light would rather be indoors enjoying hot soup and better-than-average company – even if he suspects his not-quite-boyfriend will shoo him out at the earliest opportunity. They're similar in that neither of them likes to be observed while in less than ideal form.
He's carrying too much to call or text when he's nearly there, so he doesn't bother – Teru knows he's dropping by, after all. It would be silly not to at least stop in to check on him, considering Light had already been nearly at the Kyoto station when he'd gotten the cancellation call, and Teru had sounded pretty awful over the phone. Even if their plans for the evening are off, Light's never in a rush to go home to Misa anyway.
He raises his less-burdened arm (the one carrying the medicine and other items, not the two heavy bags of still-steaming food) and knocks twice, frowning a little as the handles of the plastic bag drag against the sleeve of his jacket. It's not dark out yet, but it's chilly enough that Light would rather be indoors enjoying hot soup and better-than-average company – even if he suspects his not-quite-boyfriend will shoo him out at the earliest opportunity. They're similar in that neither of them likes to be observed while in less than ideal form.
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Teru Mikami just doesn't get ill. He hasn't been ill in years and, frankly, this current condition is an outrage. In a way, it might be favorable that he's almost too busy being miserable physically to focus on the mental pain of being kept from doing everything he's meant to be doing.
It's good when he hears knocking because that at least momentarily frees him from the misery of contemplating his situation. Treating the impending darkness in front of his eyes as he gets up like nothing, Mikami staggeringly makes his way to the door. It should not be as hard as it is, he decides, and along with it comes the decision that he really can't let Light see him like this for longer than maybe 3 minutes. Bad enough that it's happening at all.
He opens the door and really wishes his vision would stop blurring. At least he has his hair brushed and is wearing a proper dress shirt, but his appearance must still be pretty pathetic as he grabs the doorframe for support before he can even do so much as actually look at Light.
"T-thank you for coming..." His voice sounds disgusting to his own ears.
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"Of course," he says automatically, eyes flicking from Teru's face to his hand on the door frame and back, concern tightening his expression. Teru's gaze isn't nearly as sharp as it usually is - his eyes seem heavy-lidded, like he's tired enough to be falling asleep on his feet, and that combined with the unhealthy pallor of his complexion and the tremble in his voice adds up to the very real possibility that he's sick enough to need to go to a hospital. Light runs down a mental checklist of symptoms, ticking them off one by one, and decides that dehydration and fever are probably the two things to worry about first.
"You look terrible," he says, not bothering to hide his disapproval at Teru's priorities, but tempering the words with a slight smile. He places his hand on the edge of the door, making it clear that he intends to come in - he doubts Teru will agree to go to a hospital, but at the very least he can make sure he eats something and takes some medicine. "If I'd know you were this sick I could have come sooner," Light adds, hoping Teru will accept the implied offer of help without too much of a fight. "I picked up dinner on the way here - go sit down and I'll make us some tea to have with it."
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Knowing full well that he can't stop Light from coming in, Teru steps out of the doorframe -slowly a little less shaky at least - so the other can let himself in. It's the little bit of help he will concede getting, otherwise, he's not going down without a fight now.
"There was no need to call you over. I'm an adult who can take care of himself, you shouldn't risk contagion by staying here long." It would sure be nice if his voice wasn't rather hoarse. He doesn't appreciate his body working against him to make his argument sound less convincing.
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He closes and locks the door behind himself, pausing to remove his shoes, and then makes his way over to the coffee table to put down the bags. "This doesn't look like you've been taking care of yourself," he says over his shoulder, only half-teasing, with a nod to indicate the signs of recent work and cleaning he can see. Adopting the same tone he uses with his sister when she's being stubborn, he goes on, "Sit. I'll handle everything. There are chopsticks and napkins in the bag."
Although most of their social engagements involve meeting for lunch or coffee rather than visiting at home, Light has been in Teru's apartment enough times to know where things are, for the most part - and they're always in the same place, neatly organized. It's no trouble for him to find the teapot and cups. While the tea steeps, Light puts his little travel pack in the bathroom, taking a glance at the contents of the medicine cabinet. There doesn't seem to be an open bottle of cold medicine, so he brings the one he picked up back to the table, setting it down meaningfully within Teru's reach. He comes back a minute later with the tea and takes a seat.
"You know, I really don't mind coming over if you need someone to handle the cooking and cleaning for a few days," he says, looking over at Teru as he breaks the disposable chopsticks provided with the meal. "We're friends, right? Besides, I have a younger sister. It's not like I've never been around a sick person before."
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Teru doesn't like being commanded, but he lacks will and energy to go up against Light's resolute decisions at the moment. Sitting down is actually a big relief to the strain that's placed on his body by the fever. Briefly he considers instructing Light to definitely put everything back where it belongs, but then decides against it. While it is unpleasant to have someone else move his things, Light isn't the sort of disorderly person who would make a mess in any case.
In his obedient streak, Teru even takes his medicine without protest. It's not like he feels any desire to stay sick. The sooner he can function again, the better. He sighs.
"In case of the flu, experience with the sick doesn't actually absolve you from being at risk to catch it yourself." Appealing to a sense of friendship has little effect on Mikami - not even if he's the beneficiary of it.