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[leaderly]

Who: Souji Seta leaderly and Yosuke Hanamoronura inthejunk
When: Friday the 18th
Where: Souji's apartment
Summary: Souji is super sick...it also doesn't help that Naoto isn't around anymore so he's alone in the apartment. Yosuke comes to see him?
Warnings: None yet


The objects in the room danced in front of Souji's eyes as he took a look around. Something was seriously wrong with him. It had started at work earlier in the evening. He couldn't seem to stop shivering and his head felt...off. Not a headache and not exactly light headed. Just foggy. Yes, foggy was the right word. He couldn't seem to string two thoughts together successfully. He had seen in the news that some sort of flu was spreading, so he had asked his boss for the rest of the night off. At the moment, he was glad he did, noting how hard it was just to keep his eyes open and his head up.

He got up to go to a cabinet and move around some bottles, trying to find the ibuprofen.

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[inthejunk]

"Woah, easy." Yosuke steadied Souji as best as he could. The dude wasn't huge like Gilbert -thank the gods- but he was still a nearly full grown man, and supporting him while trying not to let either of them fall on the way to the elevator took some effort.

Yosuke wasn't feeling so hot himself, but thankfully, this was a task that he could manage even if it wasn't easy. And he was oddly glad to do it, too. Relieved, even. Someone needed to look out for Souji, and that someone should probably be him, after all. It felt right. Even if he was kind of freaked out every time Souji worsened a bit.

Jiraiya made another appearance, after Yosuke had checked the surrounding area and found it all clear. He nearly stumbled after that, though. He had to watch how frequently he used the magic, until they were both at least sitting down. A bead of sweat dripped down from his hairline and slid off the side of his nose. It was as much for himself as it was for Souji when he mumbled something encouraging. "Almost there, dude."

[leaderly]

"No more," he said quietly as he felt some strength come back. He didn't want Yosuke wasting the last of his energy helping him. He tried helping himself as much as he could.

Honestly the elevator was doing nothing to help the creeping nausea. He focused on keeping himself as mentally clear as possible.

[inthejunk]

"Just a little further. Then you can rest." Yosuke misunderstands the request, but he's relieved to finally be on the way downstairs. When the elevator doors open to the lobby, he offers his shoulder again. "C'mon, dude. You can make it, alright? I'm right here."

[leaderly]

Souji responds by grabbing onto Yosuke's shoulder and helping himself walk out as best as he can. He probably would have been passed out somewhere on the floor of his apartment by now if it wasn't for Yosuke helping him. When he could think more clearly, he would make a mental note to do something in thanks.

[inthejunk]

Yosuke takes it easy with Souji, finally getting them outside to the taxi. "Alright, dude? Stay with me, here."