“Kill meeeeee,” whines Hairu, staggering in to CCG.
“Honey, a C-rated ghoul could manage that,” Hirako watches her collapse into her desk chair.
On cue, Ui Koori hightails out of Arima’s office. There’s only one person who can distract him from Arima-worship, and she’s currently a mucus-y mess. “Do you have the flu?”
“I dunno,” mumbles Hairu. “I’m dying, Koori.”
“I’ll get a thermometer!” He dashes off, and Hirako exchanges a grin with Arima, who approaches her from behind.
“’Rima.” She smiles blearily.
“Please go home.”
“Nooooooo.” She juts out her lower lip.
“Here. I stole this from the lab. It was clean!” Ui shoves a thermometer in Hairu’s hands. “Is there something else I can do for you? Coffee? Tea? Soup?”
“Moo uh ee nish,” she says around the thermometer.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Hirako smirks.
“She said soup would be nice.” Ui snatches the thermometer from her mouth. “No, Hairu! You have a high fever!”
“Home.” Arima snaps his fingers and returns to his office. There will be no questions. She will rest.
“I’ll take you home.” Ui holds out his arms. “I’ll carry you.”
“Desperate,” Hirako mutters, but he doesn’t care, because Hairu’s in his arms, mumbling deliriously about how cute he is.
The next day, neither show up to work. When Arima and Hirako pay them a visit, they find both at Hairu’s place, curled up on the couch watching Disney through their sniffles.
Mercy and Magic 