Here’s Quartet Night’s reactions to being taken care of their S/O for anon~
Also I realize what I did were more like little one shots than reactions- from now on I won’t make the mistake again, unless anon was okay with one shots?
Reiji: You don’t bother to knock as you let yourself into your boyfriend’s apartment. Turning on the lights you sigh as you see the mess left behind by Reiji trying to take care of himself. Dirty dishes stacked in the sink, the TV on, and a sleeping Reiji asleep on his small couch, dark brown hair falling into his face, tissues scattered on the couch, the floor, and the table.
You sigh, Reiji always has been like a little kid, although part of it is a carefree act. You go about tidying his apartment, making a face when it comes to picking up the tissues.
When you’re finished, you go back to the couch only to be met with open gray eyes.
“When did you get here?”
“When did you wake up?”
“Why were you cleaning?”
“Why did you go to work?”
Back and forth, this is how it always is, you sigh and gently place a hand to his forehead, it was still warm, “I came because I was worried about you.”
His eyes widen, “Ah, really?” for some reason his voice makes your face flush, and you try to pull your hand back only to have Reiji grab your wrist. He pulls you onto the already small couch that you are suddenly all too aware of- your body pressed right against Reiji’s.
“I’m happy,” he mumbles into your hair, his fingers combing through your tresses with a practiced ease, “Really happy.”
Together like that, the two of you drift to sleep.
Ranmaru: “Don’t come in” You hear your Ranmaru rasp out, but you pay no heed to him, instead opening the door and stepping into his room. You hear another noise from his place at the bed, and a moment later meet heterochromatic eyes narrowed, a scowl forming on your boyfriend’s face.
“You’ll get wrinkles if you make a face like that,” you tease, treading lightly. A normal Ranmaru was grouchy, so a sick Ranmaru was something you could only hope would be tolerable.
“Shut it.” He grumbles lying back down on the bed with a sigh, and you take that as your cue to make yourself at home. Dropping the shopping bags on the counter, you begin pulling out the ingredients for soup. This got the silver haired idol’s attention as a loud rumble filled the comfortable silence of the room.
Well, you try not to laugh, but somehow a giggle still escapes your lips, and not a moment later so does a squeak as you feel strong arms wrap around your waist.
“It’s not funny” he mutters into your neck.
“Did you eat today?” You ask, receiving a shake of his head in response, “Then let me cook for you, and I won’t be able to laugh at your stomach.”
Ranmaru open his mouth, most likely to protest, but you tap him in the stomach, effectively getting another growl to come from his stomach, “Sit down,” you order, and he relents.
You spend the rest of the day cooking together and talking, eventually settling down to watch a movie together on the idol’s couch. You have no complaints when Ranmaru falls asleep, head resting on your shoulder.
Camus getting sick was a very rare occurence, but when it did happen, the normally cold count was much more irritable than usual.
So when Cecil asks you to take care of him, you almost spit out your drink. It was no secret that Camus liked your company more than others, but just because the two of you were a couple, it didn’t mean that you were immune to the count’s anger.
Nevertheless you tell Cecil not to worry about it and head to Camus’ room with a tray of tea and his medicine. Knocking on the door, you hear the rumble of his voice as he tells you to enter, and you open the door with a smile.
“Camus I brought-” your eyes widen as you take in the sight of Camus sitting in a chair, reading a book, looking as regal as ever. ‘Is he even sick’ you wonder to yourself, then you see the way his hair seems just a bit more unruly than usual, and how is hand shakes as he holds the book.
His eyes meet your own, and he opens his mouth- to make some sort of comment on how 'ladies shouldn’t stand around with their mouths agape’ you’re sure- but instead he launches into a coughing fit, the book falling from his grasp as he tries to cover his mouth to keep from coughing.
You sigh and walk over to him, kneeling to pick up his book and then taking him by the elbow towards his bed, shifting the covers from their perfect state and gesturing for him to get in.
Just as he opens his mouth to protest you push him with all you’re strength into the bed, moving the covers over him with a glare in his direction as he makes to swat your hands away.
“Pride is a very un-gentlmanly quality,” you tell him instead.
You have to turn away to cover your laughter as he gives in.
Ai: “I thought you didn’t get sick?!” you hiss at your Ai as you help him into his bed.
“I’m just overheated, give me a moment to-” Ai is cut off by a sudden spasm, and for a moment you think he may shut down again.
But he doesn’t, instead he reaches for your hand and moves the covers aside to allow you to slip under the covers with him, “It’ll be fine, this isn’t contagious anyway.” he says bluntly and you grin at him, kissing his nose.
“I wasn’t worried about that.”
“Then what were you worried about?” he asks, curious as ever.
You shake your head, burying your head into his chest as his arms automatically wrap around your waist and pull you even closer, “You.”
He doesn’t reply, and for a moment you think he may not have heard you, but when you try to pull back his grip on you tightens, “Can we…stay like this, for a little while longer?” he asks, and ignoring the blush rising to your cheeks, you nod and snuggle in closer.