Calling in Sick Shizuo x Reader

“A-Achoo!” You groan as you sneeze for what seems like the 100th time this morning. You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror and frown at your red face and bloodshot eyes.

“Damn it; I was supposed to go out with Shizuo today but I can’t go out with a cold. Guess I have to cancel on him.” You sigh and blow your nose again before washing your hands for the 15th time. You step out of the bathroom and reach for your [favorite color] phone, clicking speed dial for your boyfriend’s number.

“[Name] what’s up? I’m just getting ready to pick you up soon.” Shizuo’s voice immediately rings through the phone and you cough a few times to clear your throat.

“I’m sorry Shizuo but I have to cancel our date today; I have a cold.” You hate how raspy your voice sounds and decide to take some medicine after talking with the blonde.

“God [name] you sound like crap.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s bluntness and listen as he continues to speak. “It’s fine to cancel the date; we can go out another time. Right now you need to rest and lie down in bed.” You murmur out a yes as you crawl into your large, warm bed and snuggle under the blankets. “And I’m coming over now to take care of you.”

You quickly sit out of bed and blink rapidly as Shizuo’s words sink in. “No, no you don’t have to do that really. I don’t want to get you sick or anything!” You see that Shizuo already hung up the phone and you groan in frustration, throwing your phone off the side of the bed.

“Great, first he’s going to see me looking all nasty like and then he’s going to get sick because he insists on taking care of me. That guy gives me chest pains at times.” You lie back down on your pillow and pull the covers over your face. “He has a key to the house so he can let himself in when he gets here,” you think to yourself as you close your eyes for a nap.

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“[Name], [name], [name], wake up. Don’t make me tickle you or anything.” You open your eyes when someone starts poking your sides and you pull the covers off to see Shizuo’s face centimeters away from yours. You blink at him for a few moments before covering your face again.

“Go away Shizuo; I don’t want to get you sick.” The blonde rolls his eyes and firmly grasps the blankets, yanking them off your body in one swift motion. You squeal and bring your knees to your chest, missing the warmth of the covers.

“I don’t want you to overheat under these sheets; it’s not good for you. Anyway you’re my girlfriend and you’re sick today. What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I just sat at home and let you take care of yourself? Now I’m staying the whole day so you better get used to it.” You sigh loudly and nod in agreement. When Shizuo makes up his mind, it’s hard to sway him from it so the best thing to do is make the most out of the situation.

“Fine, fine can you get me a glass of water and my pills? The pills are in the kitchen drawer with a purple label. Give me two of those pills please.” Shizuo smiles and leaves the bedroom to fetch the items requested.

After a moment he comes back into the room carrying a large glass of water and two small, circular pills in his palm. You sit up and grab the medicine and water away from him, placing the pills in your mouth and washing them down with water. You suddenly taste something sour and stick out your tongue in disgust. “What the? Those pills aren’t supposed to taste sour; I made sure to buy cold medicine that taste semi-decent. These pills taste like-,”

You glance up at Shizuo in horror and slam down the glass of water on your bedside table. “Shizuo! You gave me the wrong pills! Did you even see what pills you gave me?!”

The blonde widens his eyes in shock and starts waving his hands in the air. “I-I got the pills in the purple box like you said to! What did I give you?!” You cross your arms in front of your chest and look away in embarrassment, your cheeks turning bright red.

“I asked for the medicine with the purple label, not the box! The box has pills for, um, pr-problems down there.” Shizuo furrows his eyebrows for a moment before the realization of your words hit him. He blushes brightly and looks down on the ground, rubbing the back of his head.

“I-I guess I didn’t read the box or anything. It won’t kill you will it?” You shake your head slowly and take another sip of water before running a hand through your hair.

“No it won’t kill me but it’s not good to take it if you don’t need it. You know you don’t have to stay; I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Shizuo shakes his head and places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair gently.

“I screwed up so that means I have to redeem myself. Will you please let me do something else for you? I won’t mess up again.” You giggle and smack Shizuo’s face lightly with your hand. It’s impossible to stay mad at your lovable oaf of a boyfriend.

“Fine, fine, can you make me some breakfast? I haven’t been able to make myself any food today.” Shizuo gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before venturing off to the kitchen again. You gently touch your forehead and shake your head.

“Hopefully nothing bad happens to him in there.” You drink some more water and reach for your phone on the floor, deciding to text some friends as you wait for food. Fifteen minutes pass and you wonder where Shizuo is so you close the phone and sit up in the bed.

“Shizuo is everything okay? What are you making?” You sniff the air and smell smoke in your room. The fire alarm goes off and you cover your ears, closing your eyes tightly from the deafening noise. “Shizuo what did you do?!”

“Nothing I’m fine!” The fire alarm quickly shuts off and you slowly uncover your ears, frowning and hopping out of bed. You walk into the kitchen and cough as a thick cloud of smoke covers the room, closing your eyes when they begin to burn.

“[Name] what are you doing out of bed? I told you I would take care of you, that means not getting up.” You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and open one eye to see Shizuo carrying you back to your bedroom. You snuggle into his chest and let out a squeak when he drops you on your plush bed.

“I got out of bed to check on you. Were you trying to burn my house down?” Shizuo shakes his head and tries to wipe the smoke residue off his black bartender clothes.

“I was trying to make toast and I think I set the toaster on too high of a level.” You stare at the blonde for a moment before bursting out into laughter, clutching your sides tightly.

“Are you serious?! That’s like the oldest way to ever burn a house down! You’re hilarious Shizuo!” You continue to laugh as Shizuo nervously chuckles and stuffs his hands in his pockets. You gulp air into your lungs and calm down, letting out a giggle here and there.

“That certainly made me feel better; though it’s not worth burning my house down.” You stick your tongue out as the doorbell rings. You and Shizuo look at each other for a moment before he walks to the door, you following behind him.

“Hello are you people alright? We heard a fire alarm coming from this house so we ran over here to see if we could help,” a muscular man said in a gruff voice with a skinnier man right next to him. You glare at Shizuo from the corner of your eye before looking at the two men and smiling.

“No no we’re alright thank you so much. My boyfriend here just burnt toast is all.” The two men chuckle and nod their heads.

“Well if you need us miss we are just across the street. Have a nice day.” You giggle and the two men start walking home, you closing the door.

“I think my cold is going away; I just needed some laughter is all to cure me.” You give Shizuo a tight hug before stepping back to cough into your elbow.

“Although I still need to take the right medicine for my cold. I’ll grab it this time and make breakfast for the both of us.”