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shizuo x reader [throat]

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Published: Jan 25, 2016

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You had always been a singer. You loved any and all music, and you were always humming or whistling or playing some sort of instrument, if not singing.

That habit of yours, actually, is what brought you and Shizuo Heiwajima together.

He heard your strong, rich voice from a block over and decided to check it out. The moment he saw you, his face went red as a beet; you stopped singing to greet him and all he could do was splutter in embarrassment.

Essentially, one thing led to another, and you two became a couple. Your one year anniversary of being together had actually just passed a few weeks ago.

You both had your own jobs and respective lives, but you shared a little apartment together, you looked out for each other, and you were pretty sure you could say without hesitation now that this was about what love felt like.

Now, Shizuo did not ask much of you. He wasn't the kind of man to ask much of anyone, really. But one thing he was always asking you to do was sing. You, of course, would always oblige; it was something you liked doing and he liked listening to, so why not?

Except one morning you went to absentmindedly hum out a tune while making yourself breakfast and-

CROAK!

Your throat was dry as the Sahara and you could barely get out a solid sentence, let alone a song.

Believe it or not, you had a rather impeccable immune system; though Shizuo had been present for more than a few colds, he'd never been around for a sore throat.

And when he walked into the kitchen in just a pair of boxers, wrapping his arms around you and casually asking you how you were feeling, you were a little reluctant to give him an answer.

"Hey, c'mon, I know it's early but you can at least answer me."

"[Name], seriously."

"[Name]?"

Ugh. Fine.

"Yes, Shizu?" (croak croak croak)

He stiffened up and spun you around, then looked down at you with that face. That stupid, deer-in-headlights, kind of cute face that he does when someone scares the holy bejeezus out of him, but he isn't exactly angry about it.

You gave him a look and he shook his head a little, trying to process what he had just heard better. Then his stupid cute face melted away into worry, and knowing Shizuo, it'd honestly be better to have him angry than worried.

He went ahead and confirmed your statement when he grabbed your chin with one hand and your waist with the other, holding you to him while forcefully opening up your mouth and peering down your throat like he was a doctor or something.

"Haaah!" (croak)

"Shut up."

Finally he let you go, still looking worried as ever.

"What the hell was that for?" (croakity croak croak croak)

He didn't seem to register that you'd spoken. "I'm taking you to see Shinra. Maybe he'll know how to help you."

"Oh my god, Shizuo, I just need some cough medicine. Leave Shinra out of this," you said, but he was already putting his coat on. You managed to tug it off him, however, and tried desperately to reason with him.

In the end, after a very croaky argument in the kitchen and a meal of burnt omelettes, you and Shizuo spent the day on the couch surfing channels and waiting for you to get better, and you didn't really mind.

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