One for the child AU! A scenario of Reiji, Laito, Kou, and Ayato helping and taking care of their own mom if she was sick? Love your blog by the way, keep up the great work! :)

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Reiji:

-You really weren’t that sick.

It was just a small cold that you could tell you’d recover from in days, but Reiji hadn’t stopped worrying and fussing over you since you first laid down. 

Between tea that was far too sweet (you suspected he’d spilled the sugar again) and three strange concoctions you hoped were edible, he hadn’t left you alone for nearly six hours now. 

“This one will definitely fix it! I’ve perfected the recipe this time!”

Offering another foul looking paste, he looked so sure of himself that you couldn’t bear to say no. 

Laito:

-He was still watching you. 

You were only a little bit sick, and were only laying down to deal with a rather annoying headache, but you’d felt tiny eyes on you the entire time. 

Laito had brushed off your illness with a smile, happily advising you to get lots of rest and promising to behave while you slept, but he hadn’t moved from your doorway yet, still staring intently at your resting form. 

As much as you wanted to get up and reassure him, you knew it wouldn’t help.

So you pretended not to notice his worry, sparing the poor boy’s ego while you could. If that was what made him feel better, you could put up with it. 

Kou:

-It seemed like he thought you were going to die. 

Despite hours of insistence that it was just a minor cold, Kou had been fussing over you for hours, scarcely leaving your side. 

It was probably some kind of misguided attempt to “repay” you for taking care of him, but he really was doing everything he could, from bringing you drinks and medicine to adjusting your blankets every few minutes. 

“Thank you, cute, you’re doing wonderfully.”

Even your quiet praise was enough to make his face light up, obviously proud of being able to be useful to you. 

Ayato:

-“It’s just a little cold, honey. If I sleep I’ll be fine.”

Despite your reassurances, Ayato didn’t loo convinced. He was still staring miserably at you, face scrunched up in worry. 

He squirmed closer, burying his face in your side, ignoring your previous warnings of catching your illness. One tiny fist clenched tightly in your blanket, and you could feel warm breath on your stomach. 

“… . I’ll protect you.”

It was a flimsy excuse to disguise his own worry, but you accepted it, pulling his small body closer and silently agreeing.