You bite the inside of your mouth, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your hands are in front of you, holding onto a bag from the nearby convenience store. Hesitantly, you pull one hand up and knock gently on the door you're standing before. A grumble can be heard form the other side of the door, followed by a sharp cough. Shuffling and be heard and the door swings open and you raise your gaze to meet Arakita's glare.
"What the hell do you want?"
Your gaze drops to your feet, "Shinkai texted me and said that you're sick so I thought I'd help you get better. I have medicine."
Arakita sighs and runs his hand through his hair as he steps aside to let you into his dorm room. He closes the door and shuffles back to the bed, flopping down with a slight pout. You set the bag down and look over Arakita.
To put it bluntly, he looks like shit. His hair is a mess and he's constantly sniffling. His cheeks are flushed from his fever and he has subtle shadows under his eyes. You smile sympathetically and head towards the wash room to grab a small hand towel, soaking it in cold water and wringing it, to place across his forehead. He clicks his tongue at you, mumbling under his breath.
You pull a bottle of medicine from the bag, "Here, take some of this, Arakita-san."
He pulls the medicine from your grasp and holds it up to his face, "Why the hell should I? This shit's gross."
You laugh softly, and you fail to notice how Arakita's cheeks brighten a little more, "I know, but it'll help you get well sooner."
The black haired male grumbles and reluctantly takes the medicine, making a gagging noise in the back of his throat. A smile lights up your face and you pull another bottle from the bag, "Here."
Arakita quickly grabs the bottle of Bepsi and chugs nearly half the bottle. He mutters what you think is a 'thanks' and you smile, fixing the wash rag on his forehead.
"Are you hungry?"
Arakita nods.
"I'll go make you some ramen, alright?"
Arakita nods again and you head off to make some instant ramen you bought. You return with the ramen cup and hand it to him. He eats in silence and you sit down on the end of his bed, letting out a breath. Although this is not how you planned to spend your weekend (honestly, you were planning on staying in your own dorm with you blankets wrapped around you and watching anime), but you don't mind. You get to spend more time with your crush.
Arakita sighs and places the empty container on the floor next to his bed.
"You should try to get some sleep, Arakita-san."
"Sure whatever," Arakita grumbles and turns onto his side, the wash rag falling into his face. He growls and throws it over his shoulder. Letting out a soft sigh, you stand and retrieve the towel and replace it on Arakita's forehead, in a position where it shouldn't fall.You think he's asleep, as his eyes are closed and his breathing is at a steady space. You feel the corners of your lips twitch and you place a quick kiss to Arakita's cheek.
You start to move away when Arakita grabs your wrist. He turns slightly to look up at you. He looks away and pull you down into his chest. You lay facing him and he wraps his arm around your waist. You feel like your face is burning when he leans in and pecks your lips before resting his head on his pillow and closing his eyes. He soon starts snoring lightly and you smile, snuggling a little closer to him as you, too, start to fall asleep.