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Y/N's POV

When I got the text from Iwaizumi—"Don't come to practice. Your dumbass husband is dying."—I knew exactly who he meant.

But I still went to practice.

Because that's what responsible managers do.

Even though my dumbass husband wasn't there.

And the entire gym was weirdly... quiet.

Like, peaceful quiet.

Like, no-one-is-being-unbearably-flirtatious quiet.

Iwaizumi gave me a knowing look. "Told you. He's out. Cold. Literally."

"Is he actually sick or just craving attention?"

"He tried to come in and collapsed in the doorway."

"...Oh."

I pretended not to care.

I pretended I was going home like a sane person.

Instead, I found myself standing outside his apartment thirty minutes later, knocking on the door like I didn't absolutely hate myself for doing this.

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Oikawa's POV

When I opened the door and saw her—hair up, hoodie on, face mildly annoyed and arms full of supplies—I considered proposing.

Even if my throat was on fire and my brain felt like cotton candy.

"You look terrible," she said, brushing past me.

"I look like someone who's about to be nursed back to health by a very attractive woman."

"Let me get the shovel to bury your ego."

She set the bags down, muttering something about tea and medicine. I leaned on the doorframe to watch her.

Even through the blur of a low-grade fever, she looked... good.

Better than soup.

Better than medicine.

Better than anything, honestly.

I was doomed.

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Y/N's POV

I got him to take his meds. Made him tea. Forced half a bowl of soup down his throat while he dramatically whined about how it tasted like sadness.

He complained about the temperature of the blanket. The angle of the couch. The lighting.

But eventually, he shut up and rested.

And I just... stayed.

I don't know why.

I should've left the moment he started saying things like "You're my favorite nurse," and "I'd fake being sick for this."

But something in his tired voice—or maybe in the way he looked at me like he couldn't believe I was still here—made me sit beside him.

Made me stay.

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Time Skip — A Little Later

The TV played in the background, a dumb movie neither of us was watching. I sat beside him, answering texts and trying to pretend I didn't feel something shifting.

"You're cold," he mumbled at one point, half-asleep.

"I'm literally not," I replied, but he was already tugging me closer under the blanket, head heavy on my shoulder.

And okay.

Fine.

He was warm.

Like, radiating heat. A human furnace.

His hair tickled my cheek. His breath was warm against my neck.

I didn't move.

Not even when he fell fully asleep, lips parted, lashes stupidly long, curled into me like I was the safest place he knew.

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Oikawa's POV — Moments Later

I wasn't really asleep.

Okay—I was half-asleep.

But I knew she didn't move. I knew she could've.

I knew she let me stay like this.

Which meant everything.

So I leaned in a little closer. Let my arm drop lightly around her waist.

Not pulling. Just... resting.

Her breathing hitched for half a second.

Then—she let it stay.

I was pretty sure I was dreaming. Hallucinating, even. Had to be.

Because no way did Y/N—my manager, my enemy, my fake-future-wife, my everything lately—actually allow herself to cuddle me voluntarily.

I smiled into her shoulder, and whispered hoarsely:

"Don't tell Iwaizumi."

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Y/N's POV — A While Later

It was dark outside when I finally moved. His fever was going down. His breathing evened out.

And my heart was doing way too much.

Carefully, I untangled myself from his limbs and stood up, gently tucking the blanket tighter around him.

He blinked awake, sleepy and raspy and somehow softer than usual.

"You're leaving?" he murmured.

"Yeah. Before you get all clingy."

"I'm already clingy."

I snorted. "I noticed."

He struggled upright and blinked at me, dazed.

"...Did we cuddle?"

"We did not."

"I remember warmth. And your hair smelling like vanilla."

"You're hallucinating."

"...Y/N."

"What?"

"Thank you."

I looked down at him—pale, messy-haired, hoodie hanging off one shoulder—and sighed.

"You're lucky I tolerate you a little."

His eyes widened

Then he grinned.

"Just a little?"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

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Later That Night

Oikawa: thanks for today

Oikawa: pretty sure u cured me

Y/N: with soup and emotional suffering

Oikawa: and cuddles 🥹

Y/N: hallucinated

Oikawa: if i get sick again will u come back

Y/N: if you get sick again i'm letting you perish

Oikawa: romantic 😍

Y/N: goodnight idiot

Oikawa: goodnight future wife ❤️