Title One Week of Shuji to Akira

Chapter: Sunday

Series: Nobuta wo Produce

Genre: Romance/Humour

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Yaoi/Boys Love.

A/N: Last one. Yes, I know this took way, way, way, way, WAY longer than a week, but life interferes sometimes, and nothing can be done about that. On the upside, no more waiting for the new chapters. This one sort of links with the previous one. Without further ado, I give you SUNDAY!

Sunday

Akira was sick as a dog, but that wasn't what was bothering him. He was bored out of his skull, and Shuji had a ill-fitting frown on his face. "Shuuji-" Akira started, before he was once again seized by a coughing fit.

Shuji handed him a glass of water and rubbed his back gently. He couldn't understand it; Akira had been fine last night, but that was before all the alcohol. Now, his usually cheerful boyfriend was green in the face, suffering from a combination of a hangover and the flu, and curled up on the couch wrapped in multiple blankets. Shuji bit back his pride and hugged him in the desperate hope that it would miraculously cure him of his ailments, but it didn't seem to do much beside make Akira a little more cheerful.

"Do you want me to make you soup or tea or something?" he asked awkwardly. Akira glanced up at him and smiled sadly. "Hai…" he said, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse. "Soup would be nice Shuji-kun."

Shuji cringed; it was like watching a puppy limping. He raised his hand to Akira's forehead to check his temperature for the third time that hour, and nearly yelped. He was burning up. This was not good. He was not sweating the fever out fast enough.

Before it even occurred to him what he was doing, he lifted the edge of the blankets and climbed in next to Akira and hugged him close, rubbing Akira back with his hand so it would get warmer. While he was busy panicking, the sound of giggles met his ears and he looked at Akira in confusion.

"That won't work Shuji-kun, but I do feel a bit better now that you're in here with me." Shuji shook his head, but didn't get back up. Hell, every little bit counted. And besides, an unhappy Akira made him incredibly uncomfortable. Then he remembered about the soup, but decided against it; they were comfortable and it would be stupid to spoil the moment over something like soup.

"Don't bother about the soup, ne," said Akira, as if he had been reading Shuji's mind. "Just stay here with me. That's all." He coughed a little and reached his hand through the covers next to the couch and grabbed the glass of water, and took a sip before returning it.

Shuji smiled at his boyfriend. "Alright, I will. But if you really do need anything, just tell me. I can't stand seeing you like this, it scares me."

They lay like that for several hours, neither of them moving much. After a while they both drifted off to sleep.

When Akira woke up, he was still a little sick, but at least he wasn't miserable or coughing anymore. Shuji was still sleeping when Akira slipped into the kitchen to make him a large pile of pancakes for breakfast. He made sure to add little chocolate syrup piggies and hearts on all of them.

Owari

Arg! It's done! It took me waaaaay too long and I apologize for making you wait several months for a project that was supposed to take seven days. Well, I hope you enjoyed it, and I look forward to writing more Shuji to Akira for you guys.

Arigato gozaimashita, minna-san!