Japan x Reader
You moaned sleepily as you were awoken by a loud banging on your door and a familiar voice calling for you. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you sat up in bed. That was Kiku's voice. Your thoughts slowly dawned on you as you were still asleep and had a pounding headache.
"_______-san!" You heard his voice again.
"I'm here!" you called out weakly. You rolled yourself off your bed to open your door for your longtime friend. "There's really no need to be so worried," you said, as you unlocked and opened the door. "I" you were cut off when you saw your friend. His face was red and he looked terribly worried and over-stressed.
"K-Kiku?" You were shocked at his appearance. This was the normally stoic young man you had known for well more than a year or two now.
"_______-san," he said, the relief clear in his voice. He was panting. Had he ran here or something?
"WhWhat are you doing here?" You spluttered. It's not like he wasn't allowed in your home, but
you had used to be very close, but he seemed to be growing kind of distant recently. It upset you, very much so, about how distant he was. You really wanted him back as a friend, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way.
"When you did not come in today, I became worried
" he said, still almost frantic. He was regaining his usual composure bit by bit. "Maybe you had gotten sick
You blinked at this. You had always been sickly, but that was just with some sort of cough you had since from when you were very small. As you grew older your body grew stronger. Since the time you were ten, you had almost never gotten sick again. You were lucky if you got sick at least once a year, so you'd be able to skip. When you did get sick, however, it was really bad and you were usually out for a week or more.
But even so, he was worried that you had gotten sick?
well, I'm not really that sick," you said nervously. "II just wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay home for the day."
A shot of what you could almost swear was disappointment passed over his face before he was suddenly very flustered again. "I see
Well, I thoughtmaybe, you could use someone to look over youI didn't mean to intrudeI'm sorry! Please excuse me!" he blurted out, bowed, and quickly turned to leave.
"Hey, wait! Kiku!" You called as he quickly hurried down the hallway of the apartment building. You ran after him, still in your pajamas, and grabbed onto his arm. "I never said!" you were interrupted by one of your own coughing fits. Your clamped your free hand over your mouth and bent over, your eyes squeezing shut.
" Kiku said nervously, his entire composure changing again. He was usually so cool and collected. He quickly turned to face you, and a worried expression.
You let go of his arm and waved him off, trying to tell him you were fine. It would be over in a second anyway. You hadn't had a fit in so long; you thought you were doing well. But
did the fits usually last this long? You couldn't remember.
It was becoming really hard for you to catch a breath, and when you did, it was deep and shuddery. Did you usually feel this weak? It didn't feel like you could support yourself anymore. Your legs started to shake before you fell to your knees.
"______-san!" Japan was instantly on the floor next to you, placing a hand on your back. He had no ideas as to what else to do, and he just fretted nervously.
As you coughed, you could feel your chest constricting, but you recognized that fear had started to play a part in that. This wasn't normal, and you were terrified. You couldn't breathe, and tears started to well in your eyes; you could feel them. Your heart felt like it could burst through your chest, and you were lightheaded. All you wanted was for it to stop.
Your wish was granted when something warm and thick came from your throat into your palm. You opened your eyes, and through the tears you could see a fuzzy world. Was that black you saw around the edges of your vision? Your breaths were deep and shaky still. You felt weaker than you did before, and it was like you were trying to move through molasses as you pulled your hand away from your face and slowly opened it up. You saw a glimpse of red before the darkness in your eyes took your vision and your body swayed.
You went limp and the cold darkness enclosed you completely.
When you awoke, it was to the wonderful scent of ginger. You felt soft, cold cloth on your skin, and the light bled through your eyelids. Your eyes fluttered open, and almost immediately closed again, your hand flying to your face to shield them. It was bright. Your face was hot, and your hand touched something cold on your forehead. You pulled it off and looked at it through squinted eyes.
A cold compress
You moaned and rolled onto your side, placing the compress on the nightstand, slowly trying to open your eyes fully.
?" You asked slowly and quietly, not being able to speak louder, seeing a surprisingly messy head of black hair. You blinked your eyes open and slowly lifted yourself onto your elbows.
"Kiku?" You asked, stronger this time. You leaned over and
he was asleep, propped up against the side of your bed. You looked out your windowthe airy curtains were drawn and the darkness seeped through. The ceiling light was on though, and it was still really bright. You look down and notice clean white bed sheets. You swore hadn't changed them yet, even though they needed to be. But they were fresh and clean.
On the nightstand was a cup of tea. Ginger tea. It smelled really good, and very nostalgic. You hadn't had it in so long.
You looked back over at Kiku. He looked really serene, even though his hair was a mess and falling in his face. You leaned closer to him and brushed the hair from his face. He looked really cute like this, actually. You smiled faintly to yourself. It was obvious he had done all this for you, actually carrying you back to your apartment and taking care of you. He had never shown any sort of affection like this; touching was off-limits. But, you had no idea why you had been doubting your friendship earlier. He was always so nice to you, even if he was distant. That was just who he was.
On a sudden impulse, you leaned forward to kiss his forehead.
"______-san? Wwhat are you doing?"
You gasped and pulled away. Your eyes met with a sleepy, blushing Japan. In turn, you blushed.
I don't know
II," Your words failed you and you hung your head.
thank you. For everything." The knot in your stomach made you lean forward again quickly and kiss his cheek softly. "本当
ありがとう," you whispered before sitting back up slowly.
You instantly gasped, blushing deeper, and covering your mouth with your hands. What did you just say? You did not just say that! Where did that even come from? You hung your head.
But, thinking about it, it was true. You never felt this way for anyone else. You
truly loved him, and only him. You glanced at him from under your eyelashes. He was blushing badly and looking away from you. He broke the awkward silence.
You gasped. He said it. He really said it. His hand brushed against yours and you grabbed it, holding it contently for a moment.
Then, again on impulse, you leaned forwards, and planted your lips on his. He froze and after a second you pulled away. He stared at you, shocked, still blushing.
You looked down and muttered and apology. Damn it
! How could you?
"No," you heard Kiku say softly. "It's okay." He cuped your face in his other hand, and, pushing himself to his knees, kissed you tenderly. You shyly kissed back. He was sweet and kind, his lips were soft like sakura blossoms. You could hardly imagine anything more perfect.
After a minute, you broke away and looked into his deep brown eyes.
"だいすき. あなたはだいすき, _______ ーさん," he said.
"だいすき, ____ーちゃん," you said, correcting him.
He blushed and nodded. He wondered how you learned of the nickname he came up for you.
You smiled softly and sat up, still holding onto his hand. You drunk in the pleasure of the moment before your throat tightened again and you started coughing. Japan was next to you in an instant, but he still couldn't do anything. It went by quicker this time, but it still ended with you coughing up something into your hand. This time, since you didn't faint, you could clearly see what was in your palm.
Blood. Thick, red, and sticky. You started to shake. Japan quickly pushed you back down onto the bed to calm you. At this rate, you would end up blacking out again.
"Wwhat is this?" you asked shakily.
"It's minor hemoptysis. Because you've been coughing so much," Kiku replied. "You have to calm down, _______-san."
"____-chan." You let go and flopped onto the bed.
"はい." He left the room and returned a minute later with a washcloth, and he wiped off your hand for you.
"Thank you," you muttered, pushing yourself into a sitting position again. He put the washcloth down on the nightstand and grabbed the teacup for you. He placed it in your hands and you drank it slowly. "I'm sorry," You said after a quiet second. "You really don't have to take care of me like this."
"No, it's fine. You need to get better, so I don't mind helping you out, ____-chan," he replied, sitting down next to you on the bed.
You blush lightly and put the teacup back on the nightstand. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He stiffened, but hugged you back. He was warm. You let go and took his hands again.
"I really love you," you said.
love you, too," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. You both closed your eyes and leaned in. The aftertaste of the tea lingered as he kissed youhoney, ginger, and lemon. His arms wrapped around your waist and your hands became pressed against his chest. He laid you back down onto the bed, never being forceful with you. You pulled away, kissed his nose, wrapped your arms back around him, and laid down, pulling him with you. You quickly started to fall asleep in his arms. When you were almost asleep, you could feel him trying to pull away, to let you sleep in peace. You tightened your arms around him.
"No," you moaned sleepily. "Please stay."
"はい," he whispered, after a moment, reaching up to play with your hair and closing his eyes.
And the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.
When you awoke the next morning, you already felt a little bit better. You continued coughing up blood, but after a few days of Kiku and his Ginger tea by your side, you never had that problem again. But, for the rest of the time you were sick that week, the tea wasn't as sweet as it had been on the first night.