JJK Yuji Sick

Megumi had just adjusted the damp cloth on Yuji's fevered forehead when he felt it again—the unmistakable surge of heat radiating off Yuji's skin, hotter now than before. His heart tightened with worry.

Yuji stirred, a low, pained groan slipping past his cracked lips as his eyes fluttered open. They were clearer than earlier, but still rimmed with the dull, fiery glow of fever. He blinked slowly, breath hitching as he shifted slightly against Megumi's steady hold.

"Too hot..." Yuji rasped, voice rough and nearly unrecognizable from the strain. "Feels... gross."

Megumi frowned and gently laid the back of his hand against Yuji's flushed cheek, feeling the intense heat. "Your fever's climbing again. Damn it." His voice was steady but threaded with frustration as he reached quickly for a cooler cloth, swapping it out with practiced care, all while trying to suppress the worry knotting in his chest.

Yuji's expression twisted in discomfort. He weakly pressed a shaky hand against his stomach, face contorting in pain. "M'gumi... I think I'm gonna—"

Before he could finish, his body convulsed forward violently. Megumi reacted instantly, grabbing a basin he'd thoughtfully left nearby. Yuji retched harshly, the warm soup he had so desperately tried to keep down now returning in miserable, uncontrollable waves.

He gagged again, then slumped back into Megumi's arms, pale and slick with sweat, breathing ragged and shallow. "Sorry," he croaked, eyes squeezed shut, heavy with shame.

Megumi steadied him, wiping gently at his mouth with a soft towel. "Don't be stupid," he said firmly but kindly. "You don't have to apologize for being sick."

Yuji nodded faintly, coughing again, though this time the fit was less violent. "I feel gross... but... I can think better. Just... hurts."

"You're more awake," Megumi noted quietly, relief slipping into his tone despite the tension of the fever. "That's something."

Yuji shifted again, trying to find some semblance of comfort, his trembling fingers curling weakly around Megumi's sleeve.

"Still staying with me?" he whispered hoarsely, voice fragile.

Megumi didn't hesitate for a second. "Yeah. Always."

Yuji stayed curled slightly on his side, resting his head against Megumi's arm. His brows knitted in pain as another wave of discomfort churned through his stomach. He let out a soft groan and pressed a hand tightly over his middle.

"M'gumi..." he whispered again, voice raw, "my stomach... it won't stop hurting."

Megumi's eyes darkened with concern as he glanced at him. "Still cramping?"

Yuji nodded, swallowing hard and wincing through the pain. "Feels like it's twisting... everything hurts."

"You probably pushed too hard with that soup," Megumi guessed, adjusting the basin closer just in case. "Your body's still trying to catch up. It's okay—just breathe through it."

Yuji exhaled shakily, attempting to follow that advice. His fingers clenched weakly at the blanket, and he shifted again, trying in vain to find a position that didn't intensify the pain. None did.

"I'm never eating again," he muttered, voice cracked, squeezing his eyes shut against the relentless ache.

Megumi reached out, gently pressing a steady hand over Yuji's lower abdomen—not forceful, just enough to feel the tension beneath his fingertips.

"You're still burning up," he murmured. "But if the fever keeps you alert, I'm not complaining. Just... don't overdo it."

Yuji's lips twitched into a faint, tired smile. "I already did. You and Gojo win..."