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Sick!Oikawa X Reader

(Y/n)'s POV:

I could tell something was up with Oikawa, whether he would admit it or not. He was less I don't know how to put it; I guess he was less Oikawa-y, and I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but something was wrong. Clearly, Iwa had noticed too cause he kept shooting Kawa then me looks. I nodded at him and he called a quick water break, giving me a chance to check on Kawa up close. I playfully stole his water bottle and ran to the corner of the gym to get him alone before I asked what was up, knowing he wouldn't admit something was off in front of his juniors.

He thankfully followed me, albeit a bit sluggishly, and I decided last minute to actually go out the gym doors. I plopped down in the grass and opened my arms, allowing Tooru to lay his head down in my lap. I played with his floofy brown hair, feeling the burning heat radiating from his skin. Just as I thought something was wrong, he was sick! The girlfriend instincts are never wrong.

I sneakily texted Iwa telling him Oikawa had a fever and to continue practice without us, I could already see his eyes slumping from my weaving fingers as I gently massaged his scalp. I could hear his stomach gurgling, so I knew he felt a lot shittier than he was admitting and/or showing and it was only a matter of time before his stomach rebelled.

There was still about an hour and a half left of practice so I had plenty of time to get Oikawa either out of here or more presentable so he wouldn't feel weak in front of his teammates, for now, though I was just gonna let him rest. It was another 15 minutes until Iwa came out to check on the feverish setter. I heard him yell Makki was in charge so who knows how that will end, then the door was somewhat frantically pushed open. Iwa emerged seconds later and immediately beelined to me and Kawa.

He helped me get the drained captain to my car and then of course came with me back to Tooru's house to take care of him. Even if he won't admit it out loud, Iwa really cares about Oikawa. That's why we both noticed when Oikawa started to get more hiccupy over each bump or pothole, very few people know Kawa gets really more hiccups than burps when he's nauseous but me and Iwa have both know him since grade school and we can all read each other like books.

We were just around the block and I was positive that we would make it home without incident, but my hope was too soon placed. Oikawa was suddenly screaming pullover then jumping out of the slowing car. I immediately went after him, Iwa putting the car into park and following close behind. Oikawa slumped over in the grass with his eyes screwed shut as his stomach churned violently. He was so close just right around the corner, he could make it back to the house and to the privacy of his secluded bathroom. Once he was there it didn't matter how gross he looked behind closed doors, nobody could see him anyways.

Oikawa didn't want to think of how he must look – desperately digging this his the ground as his he fell on to all fours on the soft grass. He could feel his stomach contracting, over and over in a merciless barrage of cramps and pain. Fingers digging deeper into the dirt beneath his hands, he gave a gurgling belch and tried to swallow down the nausea he could feel creeping up his throat.

I won't throw up. I won't throw up, I won't throw up, I won't throw up – Oikawa repeated to himself in his head, trying to keep the tears pooling in his eyes from falling and at the same time trying to keep his stomach in place.

It was futile though cause he still lost it. With one final burp and a harsh heave, he splashed a wave of thick brown bile onto the grass. Gagging both at the noxious stench and the writhing of his stomach, Oikawa choked and desperately tried to pull air into his straining lungs, the only thing keeping him from passing out was his girlfriend's hand on his back and her soothing whispers. Tears were fully dripping down his face as each wave of vomit forced it was up his already raw throat. Iwa sat awkwardly to the side, not knowing what to do. Caretaker was always kinda my thing, whenever either of them was sick it was always me that ended up looking after them.

I had Iwa grab a napkin out of my glove box when Oikawa was done throwing up. I took it from him and gently swiped the excess mess from Kawa's lips and chin tossing the dirty napkin in the pile of sick when I was done. I slowly and carefully help him back into the car, buckling his seatbelt then getting in on my side. Iwa drove turtle speed to short way back to Kawa's house. I unlocked the door as Iwa dragged Oikawa out of the car and in through the now open door and up to his bed, the limp setter not being much help.

As Iwa struggles to get the sick boy into bed, I ran around grabbing water, anti-nausea and fever meds, a cold cloth and a puke bucket, then back to my boyfriend. I placed the bucket on the bed right next to him first just to be safe. Then I put the water and meds on the bedside take before putting the cold cloth on his highly feverish forehead.

I laid down behind him big spooning him once Iwa finally got him actually in the bed. Oikawa immediately flips around to cuddle into my chest. He pushes his clearly still upset tummy onto my hand and I gently stroke the gurgly organ. Iwa sat down fidgeting in the chair as Oikawa drifted off, there wasn't much either of us could do right now except let him sleep and allow his body to heal itself.

A/n: I couldn't decide which haikyuu boy to do so Im doing all four =) Anyways let me know any other requests you have in the comments and I hope you enjoyed. BYEEE!!!

~Luna