The evening sky bled gold over the city as the plane began its descent. The scent of coffee and recycled air lingered in the cabin, mingling with the hum of the engines, while the lights below glittered like scattered stars.
Taiga pressed his forehead against the cold window, watching Tokyo come back into view. The skyline, the familiar lights, the air he had missed all week.
He’d only been away for seven days, yet everything already felt different without Hokuto.
His thoughts drifted back to a week ago. He could still hear Hokuto’s voice from the night before he left, at Taiga’s apartment, just hours before his flight.
“Don’t get too distracted taking pictures,” Hokuto had said, half-teasing, half-worried.
Hokuto knew him too well. Whenever Taiga got absorbed in something, the rest of the world disappeared. Being in a foreign country only made Hokuto more uneasy — he had wanted to go with him, but his schedule was already packed.
“I know, I won’t. I’ll definitely not get distracted or lost,” Taiga had said, reaching out to gently caress Hokuto’s worried face.
Hokuto only hummed, his expression still tight with concern.
“Make sure you have your phone and wallet with you. Keep your phone charged. And contact me if anything happens.”
“If something happens, will you come running? Really?” Taiga teased, brushing his thumb over the crease between Hokuto’s brows before tracing down back to his cheek.
“Don’t try me,” Hokuto said, eyes narrowing.
Taiga laughed. He knew Hokuto could be serious when he meant it. And somehow, the thought of Hokuto actually showing up; on a plane, standing right in front of him, made his chest ache with a strange kind of warmth and worry.
Hokuto had caught his hand, holding it against his cheek.
“Okay, I’m joking,” Taiga said with a grin. “Because… you would actually do it. Yes, Captain. On your command. Don’t worry. I can handle myself.”
“I know,” Hokuto murmured, “but I can’t help worrying.”
Taiga chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Hokuto’s lips. “I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll be okay.”
He’d promised. But somewhere between the sound of camera shutters and the silence of lonely hotel rooms, Taiga realized just how much he already missed him.
The city had been beautiful. There was so much to explore.
But somehow, everything felt like it would have been better with Hokuto by his side.
It had been seven long days — seven days of restless nights and a quiet, aching kind of longing that made the city feel emptier.
Maybe being truly in love made every separation feel longer; days stretching into months, silence echoing like years. They still texted, still called, but it wasn’t the same. The quiet between messages carried a weight neither of them could ignore.
Before their established relationship, Taiga had never minded being alone. He would fill his time easily — editing photos, wandering streets, keeping busy with schedules.
But now, knowing that the man he loved was somewhere waiting, it felt different. Distance gnawed at him in ways he hadn’t expected.
He couldn’t believe how he’d ever managed alone before — when now, even a few days apart felt unbearable.
Maybe that was what love did; it made solitude feel like a storm.
So by the time his plane touched down in Tokyo, Taiga couldn’t wait a second longer. He didn’t even think of going home first. His suitcase barely hit the floor before he was already heading for Hokuto’s apartment. Heart racing, hand hovering over the doorbell, anticipation thrumming in his chest.
Seven days apart, and still, the pull toward Hokuto was steady and unstoppable; like the very first time he had fallen in love.
The door swung open almost instantly, and there he was.
Matsumura Hokuto.
Standing there, calm and steady as always, but with a faint trace of worry softening his expression.
“Taiga…” Hokuto breathed, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.
“I… missed you,” Taiga said, stepping forward before his own words fully formed, arms wrapping around Hokuto’s waist. The suitcase was forgotten as the door clicked shut behind them.
Hokuto’s lips curved into a soft, relieved smile as he hugged him back, his hands sliding up Taiga’s back as if tracing the days they’d been apart.
“I missed you too,” he murmured. His voice low, almost a whisper, like he didn’t want the city to overhear.
Taiga pulled back just enough to look at him. His heart raced, taking in every small detail; the way Hokuto’s hair fell over his forehead, the faint crease between his brows, the warmth of his hand pressed against his own.
“You didn’t even text that you landed,” Hokuto said, brushing his thumb across Taiga’s cheek — finally, a touch after a week of only screens.
“I wanted to see your face first,” Taiga admitted, smiling. No need to hide anymore.
Hokuto shook his head, fighting a soft smile. “You’ve gotten clingy, huh?”
Taiga’s face warmed. “Only because I missed you.” He leaned closer, his hands cupping Hokuto’s cheeks. “A week without you feels too long.”
Hokuto chuckled. “And this comes from the guy who said on the phone he didn’t miss me at all.”
Taiga squinted playfully, which only made Hokuto laugh more. “Okay, okay. No more teasing.”
Still smiling, Hokuto tugged him inside, setting the suitcase and Taiga’s camera bag by the couch and guiding Taiga to sit down — still holding his hands as if reluctant to let go.
“Have you eaten?” Hokuto asked.
“Yeah, on the plane. You?” Taiga’s eyes drifted toward the kitchen counter.
“I ate after shooting. Got home about two hours ago. I was waiting for your message to say you landed, but now…” He smiled softly. “You’re here.”
“You look tired,” Taiga said quietly. “You should rest soon.”
“I could say the same,” Hokuto replied, his eyes softening. “But I don’t care. I just needed to see you.”
Before Taiga could respond, Hokuto leaned forward and kissed him — gentle, lingering, full of relief and everything words couldn’t say.
Taiga melted into it, his hands gripping Hokuto’s shirt as if holding him could make up for the distance.
When they finally pulled apart, Hokuto still kept him in a tight embrace.
Taiga laughed softly.
“We’re really hopeless,” Hokuto murmured against his shoulder and held him even tighter.
Steam still clung faintly to his skin as Taiga padded into the living room, hair damp, a towel draped loosely around his shoulders. The apartment smelled faintly of tea and the familiar, comforting scent of Hokuto’s soap.
He spotted Hokuto by the counter, carefully pouring hot water into two mugs.
“Hey,” Taiga called softly. “I thought I told you to sleep. Don’t you have a schedule tomorrow?”
Hokuto looked up, a smile spreading across his face as he reached for Taiga’s hand, tugging him closer. “I can manage. As long as I get to see you now.”
Taiga sighed, amused, and accepted the mug Hokuto handed him. “You’re really impossible.”
“I learned from you,” Hokuto teased, brushing his thumb over Taiga’s knuckles with a soft, lingering touch.
Then, without another word, he took the towel from Taiga’s shoulders and began drying his hair, fingers gliding through damp strands.
“Just let it be,” Taiga protested halfheartedly. “It’ll dry on its own.”
He didn’t move away, though — letting Hokuto’s patient, gentle hands work through his hair like always, calm and unhurried.
“And before it dries, you’ll catch a cold,” Hokuto murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Can’t afford to get sick, right?”
Taiga chuckled, shaking his head. “You sound like my mom.”
“Please,” Hokuto snorted lightly. “Your mom doesn’t dry your hair like this. Because I am THE boyfriend.”
Taiga laughed. “Touché.”
Hokuto’s eyes softened, gaze warm. “And admit it… you love it when I pamper you.”
“Caught me red-handed,” Taiga said with a grin. “Okay, I surrender. Let’s sit on the couch before you start scolding me too, like mom.”
They moved together to the couch with their tea. Taiga sitting cross-legged on the carpet, mug in hand, while Hokuto stayed behind him, towel still draped over his shoulders, gently running his fingers through Taiga’s hair.
“So…” Hokuto began, voice low and relaxed. “how was the trip?”
Taiga set his mug on the table and leaned back, letting his head rest against Hokuto’s lap. “Amazing. Chiang Mai was beautiful. The landscapes, the city… I took so many photos. And I happened to be there during the Lantern Festival.”
“The one with thousands of lights in the sky?” Hokuto asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
“Yeah.” Taiga’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I thought I would just capture the scenery, but standing there; watching everyone release their lanterns — it felt… different. Everyone was wishing for something… but I didn’t write one.”
Hokuto’s hand stilled in his hair. “Why not?”
“Because I already have mine,” Taiga said, eyes lifting to meet his. “You.”
For a moment, Hokuto blinked, then let out a quiet laugh, trying to mask the pink that spread across his ears. “You’ve gotten way too poetic lately.”
“Blame the lanterns,” Taiga said playfully. “Or maybe being away from you for a week made me sentimental.”
Hokuto smiled softly, a little shy, fondness in every line of his face.
“But,” Taiga added, sheepish grin tugging at his lips, “I did write one wish. For our group, that we’ll keep shining brighter and stay together for a long time.”
“That’s just like you,” Hokuto murmured, warmth soft in his tone.
“I should brag about it to them later,” Taiga said with a grin.
By then, his hair had dried, and he got up to fetch his camera bag beside the couch, returning to sit next to Hokuto.
“Look,” he said, scrolling through his photos — thousands of glowing lanterns rising into the night, the golden light reflecting off the river below. “I wanted to capture the moment they all lifted together. It’s messy, but… kind of peaceful, right?”
Hokuto’s gaze softened as he leaned closer. “It’s stunning. You always find calm in chaos.”
Taiga shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe. But it still felt a bit lonely. Everyone was looking up at the same sky… but it didn’t feel complete without you there.”
“Next time,” Hokuto said quietly, “take me with you.”
“Of course,” Taiga replied with a grin. “I’ll drag you along. The food there’s incredible! You’d love it.”
“Only if you promise not to get lost chasing the perfect lighting again,” Hokuto teased.
“No promises,” Taiga laughed. “But I’ll let you hold the camera bag.”
“Deal,” Hokuto said, amused. “Then I’ll hold your hand too, so you don’t wander off.”
“And when that time comes,” he added with a small smile, “let’s write our wish together.”
Before Taiga could answer, a sharp notification tone broke the quiet; both of their phones lighting up on the table.
SixTONES Group Chat
[Jesse]:
Can someone confirm Taiga survived his trip??
[Shintaro]:
Wasn’t he supposed to be back HOURS ago??
[Juri]:
Bet he went straight to Hokuto’s place before even unpacking 😀
[Kochi]:
So he’s quiet because they’re busy being disgustingly romantic again, huh?!
[Shintaro]:
Classic KyomoHoku 🖤🩷
Easy, Kochi 🤨 Jesse, please collect your boyfriend before he causes chaos.
[Jesse]:
Honey, you can have all my attention ❤️
[Kochi]:
NOT. THE. TIME. JESSE.
[Juri]:
Can’t believe both of you are an actual couple. I thought we were at war.
[Shintaro]:
It’s always WAR when those two start flirting.
[Jesse]:
Sweet war 😌 Don’t worry everyone, love wins.
[Kochi]:
Stop talking about us!
[Juri]:
Focus! Where’s the missing child??
[Hokuto]:
Taiga’s safe. Currently drinking tea. Stop spreading rumors — he survived.
[Shintaro]:
Yeah, survived after a week of Hokuto worrying he’d get lost. I swear, it’s like watching a dad sending his kid to school for the first time.
[Taiga]:
Legit worry. Hokuto is not to blame. I’m back safe and sound ✈️
[Juri]:
Oh look, the parents are back to being lovey-dovey. Welcome home, photographer. Chaos restored.
Taiga snorted as he scrolled through the flood of messages lighting up his phone.
“They really don’t know how to mind their own business,” he muttered, amusement tugging at his lips.
Besides him, Hokuto set his phone aside and took another sip of tea, eyes glinting with quiet amusement. “It’s like they can sense when we’re together,” he said.
“Let them,” Taiga replied, smiling softly. “They just miss us too.”
Hokuto chuckled, the sound low and familiar — the kind of laugh that always made Taiga’s chest feel warm.
“Maybe. But tonight, they’ll have to wait.”
He placed his mug on the table, gaze steady as it met Taiga’s. “You’re home now.”
The words settled between them; simple, but heavy with meaning.
Taiga looked back at him, heart easing at the sight before him; the soft light catching in Hokuto’s hair, the tired curve of his smile, the quiet steadiness that always felt like home.
“Fine,” Taiga murmured. “But only if you promise to sleep after this.”
“Deal,” Hokuto said, tilting his head, lips curving in that teasing way Taiga had missed all week. “Though… I might need a goodnight kiss first.”
Taiga laughed, nudging his shoulder. “You’re unbelievable.”
Hokuto’s grin softened. “And you missed me anyway.”
“I did,” Taiga admitted, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then Hokuto leaned forward, fingers brushing gently against Taiga’s jaw, guiding him closer. Just like that, Taiga felt Hokuto’s lips on his.
The kiss was slow. It was unhurried, but familiar like tasting faintly of tea and warmth and all the days they’d spent apart. Taiga’s eyes fluttered shut, the world narrowing to the steady rhythm of Hokuto’s breath against his own.
When they finally pulled away, Hokuto rested his forehead against Taiga’s, eyes half-lidded.
“Welcome home,” he whispered.
Taiga smiled, voice barely above a breath. “It’s good to be home.”
The clock ticked softly in the background. Their tea had gone cold, but neither of them moved to reheat it.
And in the quiet, with the city lights spilling faintly through the window, Taiga thought — maybe this was what peace truly felt like.
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, golden and lazy, brushing over the half-empty mugs left on the table from the night before. The quiet hum of the city outside felt distant, hesitant to intrude.
Taiga blinked awake to the faint clatter of utensils and the low, familiar hum of Hokuto’s voice coming from the kitchen. He smiled to himself, hair tousled, voice still rough with sleep, before stepping out of the bedroom.
“You’re up early,” he murmured. “You should’ve woken me.”
Hokuto turned at the sound, already dressed in a plain hoodie and jeans, sleeves slightly rolled. “Sorry. Did I wake you?”
Taiga shook his head, still half-asleep. “No.”
“Come here,” Hokuto said softly, reaching out for his hand. “I made you some warm tea. You should drink before breakfast, it’ll help you wake up.”
Taiga let himself be guided closer, the scent of tea and toasted bread wrapping around him like a quiet embrace. “Thanks,” he murmured, stretching slightly before wrapping both hands around the mug Hokuto offered.
“What time are you heading home?” Hokuto asked after a moment. “You should just rest here. It’s the same…half your things are already here anyway.”
Taiga smiled faintly into his tea. “After breakfast, maybe. I need to unpack and sort through the photos. My place probably misses me.”
Hokuto chuckled softly. “Your house doesn’t. But I do.”
Taiga’s chest tightened at that, fingers tightening slightly around the mug. “But…” he hesitated, voice soft. “You’ll be busy again soon, right?”
“Yeah,” Hokuto said softly, eyes lowering for a beat. “I need to leave tomorrow morning. Drama shoots out of town… just three or four days.”
Taiga nodded, trying to sound casual, though a quiet ache tugged at his voice. “And today?”
“Meeting for the shoot. I’ll head out after you finish breakfast,” Hokuto replied, stepping closer to smooth a stray lock of hair from Taiga’s forehead. “And you… rest when you get home, okay? You look like jet lag hit you pretty bad.”
“I’m fine,” Taiga said automatically, though his body told another story. He took another slow sip of tea, trying to hide the warmth rising in his cheeks.
“Mmm.” Hokuto hummed, unconvinced but smiling anyway. “Just don’t push yourself too hard.”
Taiga nodded wordlessly, his throat too tight to reply.
After breakfast, he gathered his things, the quiet between them gentle but heavy. Hokuto walked him to the door, fingers brushing together — a touch that lingered just a second too long.
“I’ll take you home,” Hokuto offered, eyes filled with quiet concern.
Taiga shook his head immediately. “You’ll be late for your meeting. I can manage.” He smiled, light but sincere. “Don’t worry.”
Hokuto sighed softly, knowing he wouldn’t win.
“I’ll see you soon,” Taiga said as he slipped on his shoes.
“Soon,” Hokuto echoed, voice low, almost tender. Then, before Taiga could step away, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “Message me when you get home.”
“I will,” Taiga whispered, smiling despite the ache in his chest.
When he stepped outside, the cold morning air bit lightly at his cheeks, but the warmth of Hokuto’s touch still lingered — a quiet reminder that home wasn’t always a place. Sometimes, it was a person waiting behind a closing door.
Taiga had just stepped inside his apartment, shrugging off his jacket and tossing the keys onto the counter, when a sudden wave of fatigue hit him.
He blinked, rubbing at his temples. The warmth of Hokuto’s touch still lingered faintly on his skin, but now, in the quiet hum of his own apartment, everything felt heavier, lonelier.
“Strange… I’m just tired from the flight, right?” he murmured to himself, dropping onto the couch with a sigh.
He reached for his camera bag, pulling out his camera and scrolling through the photos from Chiang Mai — lanterns floating across the dark sky, golden light spilling onto rivers and streets, faces glowing beneath the soft flame of a thousand wishes.
Each frame was perfect, but somehow, the beauty of it all didn’t ease the weight in his chest.
A faint chill crept over him, and he pulled the blanket draped over the couch around his shoulders. His fingers hovered over his phone, over Hokuto’s name — debating if he should text. But he remembered the promise; he would message once he got home.
Before he could type, the screen lit up first.
[Hokuto]: You made it home safely?
Taiga smiled faintly and typed back quickly, trying to sound casual.
[Taiga]: Yeah, all good. Just arrived. Might unpack a bit, then rest.
A reply came almost immediately.
[Hokuto]: Good. Don’t push yourself too hard. Just worry since I need to leave tomorrow.
A quiet pang of guilt settled in Taiga’s chest. He hesitated, thumbs hovering over the keys. Maybe it was just his imagination; the slight ache in his throat, the heat creeping under his skin, the heaviness in his muscles.
But if Hokuto found out, he’d worry himself sick. And Taiga didn’t want that.
[Taiga]: I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.
[Hokuto]: Okay then. Promise me you’ll rest more today.
Taiga’s lips curved faintly as he read the message, warmth blooming in his chest despite the dull ache that lingered beneath it. Even when Hokuto was busy, he still found time to worry about him, every time, like always.
He set the phone aside and leaned back, trying to focus on the photos again, but a small cough escaped his throat. His body felt heavier now, and the uneasy warmth in his chest deepened.
“Maybe I’m just tired,” he muttered, sipping water and stretching lightly. But the thought clung stubbornly, that maybe it wasn’t just fatigue.
He pushed himself up from the couch with effort, knowing that if he stayed there, he’d just get sicker. Better to move — to do something, anything.
He tried to unpack, though it turned into more of a half-hearted shuffle; clothes tossed loosely, camera gear set aside without care.
Even showering took effort; the steam felt good for a moment, but by the time he stepped out, his breath was uneven and his skin felt warm.
Finally, he crawled into bed, body heavy and sluggish. Wrapped in his blanket, he whispered softly, half to himself, half to the empty room,
“I’ll be fine… just need a little rest… I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
But even as the words left his lips, the tightness in his chest whispered otherwise.
By the next morning, sunlight spilled weakly through the curtains — soft and pale, the kind of light that should’ve felt calm, but Hokuto couldn’t shake the unease that had followed him since last night.
He had woken up early and now sat by the counter, nursing a cup of coffee, glancing at his phone for what felt like the tenth time.
A message from his manager reminded him of today’s schedule, but there was nothing from Taiga.
Even though Taiga wasn’t much of a morning person, he usually replied to Hokuto’s messages — even if it was just a sleepy “morning” before going back to bed again.
But this time… nothing.
Hokuto had tried calling multiple times last night and again this morning, but each attempt went unanswered.
He told himself Taiga had probably just fallen back asleep, exhausted from unpacking. Still, the silence gnawed at him.
He remembered how pale Taiga had looked yesterday, the slight rasp in his voice that he’d brushed off as fatigue.
“Did he really catch a cold?” Hokuto murmured under his breath.
The thought made his chest tighten. He had to leave for an out-of-town shoot soon, three or four days at least. And the idea of Taiga being sick and alone while he was away made his stomach twist.
Finally, he stood, decision made. He typed a quick message to his manager:
[Hokuto]: Pick me up from Taiga’s place later. I’ll be there before we go.
Once he got confirmation, Hokuto got ready in record time. Shower, hoodie, packed suitcase. Before leaving, he stopped by a nearby shop to grab breakfast and some warm food for Taiga.
He stood outside Taiga’s apartment and pressed the doorbell. No answer.
He waited, and tried again. Still nothing.
“Still asleep?” he murmured, frowning as the seconds stretched.
A quiet unease prickled at him. He hesitated for a moment, then reached into his pocket for the spare key — the one Taiga had given him “just in case.”
The lock clicked softly as he entered. The lights in the living room were on. “So he woke up…” Hokuto muttered, brow furrowed.
“Taiga? You awake?” he called out, setting the breakfast on the counter and placing his suitcase beside it. The apartment felt too still. No response.
His heart gave a small, uneasy skip. He turned toward the bedroom and opened the door quietly.
Taiga was still there — curled up in bed, fast asleep, the blanket pulled up to his chin.
Hokuto’s breath eased out, though the worry didn’t fade completely. He stepped closer, lowering his voice instinctively.
“Taiga…” Hokuto whispered.
Taiga stirred faintly under the blanket, a soft sound slipping past his lips. His hair was a mess, cheeks tinged with a faint flush that wasn’t just from sleep.
Hokuto knelt beside the bed, hesitating for a moment before brushing his fingers lightly against Taiga’s forehead.
The warmth that met his skin made his chest tighten. “…You’re burning up,” he murmured, frowning.
Taiga blinked slowly, eyes half-open and unfocused. For a moment, he simply stared — confusion flickering across his expression.
“Hokuto…?” His voice came out hoarse, weak. “Am I… dreaming? You’re supposed to be leaving already.”
Hokuto huffed softly, a mix of relief and frustration. “You’re not dreaming.”
He reached out, pushing Taiga’s damp hair away from his forehead. “And you’re supposed to be resting, not running a fever this high.”
Taiga blinked again, still dazed. “What are you doing here…?”
“Checking on someone who doesn’t know how to take care of himself,” Hokuto replied quietly, his thumb brushing over Taiga’s temple. “You didn’t answer my call. I knew something was off.”
“I… didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Taiga murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ll be late for your schedule…”
Hokuto gave a small sigh, settling on the edge of the bed. “It’s fine. I told our manager to pick me up here later.”
“You shouldn’t…” Taiga started, but the words dissolved into a light cough. He quickly covered his mouth, panic flashing through him. The last thing he wanted was to get Hokuto sick.
Hokuto scooted closer, but Taiga stopped him midway.
“Don’t —” he rasped. “You’ll catch it. You have filming later.”
“I don’t care,” Hokuto said softly, eyes dark with worry. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Taiga sighed, curling further under the blanket. “You’d only worry. I didn’t want to be the reason you messed up your shoot.”
“That’s not how this works,” Hokuto murmured firmly.
Taiga fell silent, knowing there was no point arguing once Hokuto’s worry became determination.
“I brought porridge,” Hokuto said finally, standing. “Eat first. You need something warm before you take medicine.”
Taiga peeked out from under the blanket, voice small. “You’re always taking care of me…”
His chest ached with guilt. He didn’t want Hokuto to push himself or risk falling sick too, not when his schedule was already packed.
“Someone has to,” Hokuto said gently, before heading to the kitchen.
When Hokuto returned, he carried a tray with porridge and medicine on the side. Taiga was already sitting up, leaning weakly against the headboard.
“You really didn’t have to come all the way,” Taiga said softly as Hokuto set the tray down beside him. “I feel bad.”
“Then not telling me you were sick just makes it worse,” Hokuto said, quietly stirring the porridge to let the steam escape. “If I’d only found out after leaving, I’d have worried the entire time.”
Taiga sighed. “It’s not that bad. I can manage.”
Hokuto glanced at him, eyes saying everything his mouth didn’t; You really think I’d let that happen?
Taiga gave a small, defeated laugh. “Fine. You’re bossy when you’re worried.”
“And you’re impossibly stubborn when you are sick,” Hokuto replied easily, then added softly, “But I still love that about you.”
“Don’t flirt while I’m sick!” Taiga protested, cheeks turning red. He blamed it on the fever and on this man right here, Matsumura Hokuto.
Hokuto chuckled quietly, the sound low and fond. “Okay, okay.” He held out the spoon. “Here. Eat first, then take your medicine.”
Taiga rolled his eyes but obeyed. Even as he ate, he kept sneaking worried glances at Hokuto, making sure to turn away whenever he coughed or sneezed. He didn’t want Hokuto catching even a trace of his fever.
But Hokuto stayed close anyway, steady as ever, pretending not to notice; just quietly watching while feeding Taiga anyway.
“I can’t anymore,” Taiga whined when Hokuto kept urging him to finish the porridge.
“You need to,” Hokuto insisted firmly. “Because, I know you won’t eat anything after I leave. So better finish this now.”
“I don’t want to. I really can’t,” Taiga pouted.
Hokuto sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. You’re really impossible.” He set the bowl aside, shaking his head with a soft exhale. “But you have to update me later, so make sure you eat something after I go.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Taiga mumbled, rolling his eyes.
“I’m serious,” Hokuto said, crossing his arms. “You will keep me updated. Copy that, Kyomoto Taiga?”
Taiga huffed, pouting even more. “Got it, captain,” he muttered half-heartedly.
Hokuto picked up the medicine and a glass of water, handing them over. “Here. Luckily, we restocked last month. See? It came in handy.”
Taiga swallowed the pills quietly, his voice still raspy.
“Now rest,” Hokuto said, taking the glass and tray back to the kitchen.
Left alone, Taiga watched him disappear into the other room and mumbled under his breath, “He’s really bossy when he’s mad.”
He reached for his phone which he hadn’t checked it all morning. As the screen lit up, he groaned softly. “Okay, I get why he’s mad… look at all these messages and missed calls.”
When Hokuto returned, he caught Taiga red-handed, scrolling through his phone.
“Didn’t I tell you to rest?” Hokuto said, sitting beside the bed with a frown.
Taiga quickly set his phone aside, pouting. “Just checking…”
“What time is the manager picking you up?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
Hokuto glanced at his phone. “In a bit. He said he’s on the way.”
“Then you should get ready,” Taiga said softly. But Hokuto’s worried expression didn’t fade.
Taiga sighed. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a normal fever. I’ll be better in two or three days — maybe even before you come back.”
Hokuto stayed quiet for a moment, eyes studying him, then reached out to brush his thumb gently along Taiga’s cheek.
“You really make it hard to leave,” he said quietly.
Taiga caught his hand, holding it against his cheek. “I promise I’ll reply to your messages and keep you updated. So don’t worry, okay?”
Hokuto nodded slightly, though a shadow of doubt lingered in his eyes.
His phone chimed with a message from the manager: he had arrived at the carpark. Hokuto exhaled. He really needed to leave Taiga for now.
“I need to go for real,” he said, then added with a teasing glance, “I really was thinking of running from work.”
“Don’t you dare!” Taiga exclaimed quickly, and Hokuto laughed softly.
He then leaned closer, intending to kiss Taiga before leaving, but Taiga shook his head, quickly covering his mouth with his hands.
“Don’t,” he mumbled. “You’ll regret it if you catch this.”
Hokuto exhaled softly, his breath brushing against Taiga’s skin. Instead, he rested his forehead against Taiga’s, eyes closing for a moment.
“Then promise you’ll rest,” he whispered. “Text me every few hours.”
“I promise,” Taiga murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hokuto lingered there for a heartbeat longer before pressing a soft kiss to Taiga’s warm fingers, then one against his forehead.
When they parted, he whispered, “That should last me a few days.”
Taiga laughed weakly, warmth in his eyes. “Just a few?” He felt bad for avoiding the kiss, but he couldn’t risk Hokuto catching his cold.
“Maybe not,” Hokuto said, smiling. “But it’ll have to do.”
And when he finally stood to leave, Taiga watched him go, the warmth of that touch still resting faintly on his skin.
“What? Kyomo caught a cold?” his manager exclaimed as Hokuto buckled in.
Hokuto nodded, tightening his seatbelt. He quickly typed a message to Taiga: I’m leaving now. Take care.
“So that’s why you’re here. Is he okay? Does he need a doctor?” his manager asked, pulling out of the carpark toward the shooting location.
Hokuto exhaled. “He said it’s just a normal fever. Didn’t want to bother anyone. Made me promise not to make a big deal out of it.”
The manager shook his head. “Better to get it checked anyway. But if it’s just a light fever, then okay. Luckily, there’s no schedule next week, so he should be fully recovered by then.”
“Hopefully,” Hokuto murmured. “I’m worried about leaving him alone. Maybe I’ll tell the members to keep an eye on him.”
“Ah, boyfriend duties,” the manager teased.
Hokuto let out a small laugh, though his chest felt tight.
“Just make sure the whole group doesn’t catch Kyomo-fever. Management would bite us,” the manager added, half-teasing, half-warning.
Hokuto nodded. “He should be fine. I doubt he’d let anyone visit for the first few days. Filming will take three or four days at most. If we finish in three, I can get back to him earlier.”
“I heard that. Then let’s do our best,” the manager said. Hokuto nodded again, silently hoping he could return to Taiga as soon as possible.
And of course, the rest of the members got wind of Taiga being sick. Knowing their personalities, it didn’t take long for the group chat exploded.
SixTONES Group Chat
[Juri]:
Wait… Kyomo’s sick? 🫣
[Shintaro]:
And Hokuto’s away filming? Someone tell me this isn’t real…
[Kochi]:
I knew he’d fall sick if Hokuto wasn’t around to nag him. Classic 😀
[Jesse]:
Poor Kyomo 😭 And Hokuto… missing him must be killing him. Remember that week Hokuto worried over Taiga’s trip?
[Taiga]:
Guys… I’m not dying. Just a simple cold.
[Shintaro]:
Oh Kyomo’s here!! Someone needs to check in! Where’s the boyfriend?
[Taiga]:
Don’t bother Hokuto. He’s busy filming.
[Juri]:
Can’t believe we’re all leaving Kyomo to fend for himself 😤 You good, Kyomo? Want us to come?
[Jesse]:
Yes! We can take care of you while Hokuto’s away. I volunteer as moral support!
[Kochi]:
That’ll just get Kyomo sicker than ever…
[Hokuto]:
I’ll be back soon.
[Shintaro]:
Oh! The boyfriend speaks!
[Jesse]:
I can almost smell Hokuto itching to run back!
[Juri]:
Don’t challenge him.
[Kochi]:
Enough! Let the lovebirds focus on work and another on recovering.
At the filming site, Hokuto pushed through every scene, keeping takes efficient while his mind flickered back to Taiga.
“That’s great, Hokuto! You’re on point today!” the director called after a cut.
“Thank you,” he said, forcing a smile.
“Break time! Move to the next scene!” The staff shuffled around, and Hokuto slipped to his waiting seat, pulling out his phone. A message from Taiga had arrived an hour ago.
[Taiga]: Feeling much better today. Can even move around!
Hokuto’s chest loosened slightly. It had been two days since he left, and every hour without an update had felt like an eternity.
[Hokuto]: Are you sure? Did you eat? Send me a picture, or I won’t believe it.
[Taiga]: You really caught me red-handed!
Hokuto smiled. This man…
He glanced around, then moved to a quieter corner of the set and dialed Taiga.
“Taiga…” he said softly as the call connected.
“Tsk… You really know me! Okay, okay. I’ll order some food after this. Promise,” Taiga replied, defeated.
“You should eat more, even if you feel better. Don’t forget your medicine,” Hokuto said gently.
“Yes, Captain!” Taiga teased. Hokuto sighed, exasperated but amused.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Hokuto murmured.
“Don’t worry about me. Just focus on your job,” Taiga said softly.
A staff member approached. “Matsumura-san! Get ready.”
“Go, go now. Ganbatte!” Taiga called, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Hokuto exhaled, typing quickly afterward:
[Hokuto]: I miss you. Can’t wait to be home.
Taiga’s reply came almost immediately:
[Taiga]: Me too.
The filming wrapped on the third day, late afternoon.
“That’s great, everyone! We managed to finish in three days. Since the place is booked for four days, let’s enjoy the extra time!” the director announced during an early dinner.
Later, Hokuto approached the director quietly, his manager trailing behind.
“I’m sorry I can’t stay another day. I truly appreciate the opportunity, but I need to attend to an important matter,” Hokuto said, bowing respectfully.
The director shook his head. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I understand. No need to apologize.”
“I truly appreciate it. I’ll do my best for this project,” Hokuto replied, gratitude clear in his tone. His manager nodded in support.
“Don’t worry. You always work hard, Hokuto-kun. I know your skills. And I know someone’s waiting for you back home,” the director added with a wink, lightly tapping his shoulder. Hokuto felt his cheeks warm, realizing the director had probably noticed how often he had sneaked glances at his phone throughout the day.
“Thank you. I’ll make sure to get back safely,” Hokuto said softly.
“Then let’s go before it gets too late,” the manager said, leading him to the car.
As they drove off, Hokuto glanced out the window. “I’m sorry you can’t enjoy more time here,” he murmured.
“Don’t be. Seeing you so restless just makes me wonder how sick Kyomo really was. Better get him checked properly,” the manager teased.
“He’s not that bad. I just wanted to make sure,” Hokuto said quietly, his focus already on the thought of Taiga.
The manager chuckled. “You two really… Let’s stop by a shop later and get something for him. And don’t get sick yourself. You’ve got next week free, but that doesn’t mean you two can catch colds by then.”
Hokuto nodded, smiling faintly but ignoring the teasing. He didn’t care about anything else as long as Taiga was safe and well.
The clock struck 10 p.m. as Taiga glanced up at it. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the television, light flickering softly against the walls. He lay curled up on the couch, half-watching a random movie out of boredom.
He had meant to go through his camera, maybe edit a few photos, but Hokuto’s voice echoed in his head: “Don’t push yourself. Rest.”
So he’d behaved, more or less. Just dinner, some medicine, and hours of switching from one movie to another when his attention drifted.
His phone sat beside him, screen dark. Two hours had passed since his last update to Hokuto. No reply yet.
He must be busy shooting, Taiga thought, tracing the edge of the phone with his thumb. Maybe Hokuto had already gone to bed early — tomorrow was supposed to be his return, after all.
Still, Taiga’s fingers itched to call. Just hearing his voice would’ve been enough. But the thought of interrupting him mid-shoot held him back, and he let out a quiet sigh, curling deeper into the couch.
His fever had mostly faded, just a lingering warmth and the occasional cough. The manager had messaged him earlier, reminding him to rest up before the next schedule, and Taiga fully intended to because he didn’t want to worry anyone anymore.
Lost in thought, eyes half-closed as the movie flickered on, he didn’t notice the front door click open. It wasn’t until he heard it close again that he blinked up… and froze.
Someone stood there, tall, familiar, the man he’d missed more than he realized.
“Hokuto?” Taiga’s eyes widened. He sat up instantly, disbelief washing over him. “You… you’re supposed to be filming!”
Hokuto set aside his suitcase and stepped closer, a tired smile tugging at his lips. “I finished early.”
Taiga blinked, still too stunned to move. “What… how…?”
Hokuto didn’t bother explaining. He just reached out, his palm warm as it cupped Taiga’s face, thumb brushing against his cheek.
“Temperature check,” Hokuto murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Taiga’s forehead.
Then another, a quick peck on his nose. “Cold check.”
And one more, lingering this time, soft and steady against Taiga’s lips. “Love check.”
Taiga melted instantly, fingers curling into Hokuto’s shirt as warmth bloomed in his chest.
“You’re supposed to keep your distance,” he whispered, voice rough and breathless.
“Too late,” Hokuto said, smiling against his skin. “If I get sick, at least it’ll be from you.”
Taiga’s protest dissolved when Hokuto kissed him again — deeper this time, slower, a kiss that carried every unspoken I-missed-you from the past few days.
When they finally parted, Taiga let out a weak laugh that turned into a small cough. “You’re going to regret that.”
“Then we’ll be sick together,” Hokuto said, brushing a thumb across Taiga’s lips, a quiet, teasing smile in his eyes. “Fair deal, right?”
Taiga laughed softly, leaning his forehead against Hokuto’s shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” Hokuto whispered, pressing another kiss to his hair. “But… I’m home.”
Morning light filtered gently through the curtains, soft and golden, painting the room in a sleepy warmth.
Taiga blinked awake slowly, eyes adjusting to the quiet. He didn’t even remember when he’d fallen asleep, only that the space beside him was now empty. That could only mean one thing: Hokuto was already up.
He pushed himself up groggily, hair messy and blanket slipping off his shoulders. From somewhere beyond the room came the faint clatter of dishes, followed by a very distinct sound — someone sneezing.
Taiga sighed, shaking his head with a small, fond smile. “I told him so.”
Padding out toward the kitchen, the floor cool beneath his feet, he found Hokuto standing by the counter; hair still tousled from sleep, wearing an apron, and holding a steaming cup of tea.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” Hokuto said the moment he noticed him.
Taiga crossed his arms, trying not to smile. “You’re supposed to not catch my cold.”
Hokuto sniffed once, entirely unbothered. “Too late.”
Taiga exhaled in amusement. “See? You caught it.”
“Worth it,” Hokuto said simply, handing him the cup of tea. “Ginger honey. Drink it. It’ll help your throat.”
Taiga accepted it, the warmth seeping into his hands. He took a slow sip, feeling the mild burn soothe his chest.
“But you should drink too,” he said softly, worry threading through his voice. “You already caught my cold.”
“Already did.” Hokuto replied, gesturing to the half-empty cup beside him. “See? Doctor-approved self-care.”
Taiga chuckled. “What’s that smell?”
“Breakfast,” Hokuto said proudly. “Miso soup and rice. Simple, but gentle enough even with a sore throat.”
Taiga sat down at the counter, watching him move around with quiet ease. Despite the faint redness around his nose and the occasional sniffle, Hokuto still looked content, humming softly as he plated the food.
“You’re impossible,” Taiga muttered, smiling.
“You love me for it,” Hokuto replied without missing a beat.
Taiga rolled his eyes, hiding his grin behind the cup. “When the manager finds out we’re both sick, we’re going to get scolded.”
Hokuto chuckled. “Let him. He already told me not to come too close to you. Guess I failed that mission.”
“Completely,” Taiga said, laughing quietly. “We should text him before he hears from someone else.”
“Later,” Hokuto said, setting the breakfast down and sitting across from him. “First, eat.”
Taiga blinked as Hokuto pulled a small paper bag from his side. “Oh, right! I brought you something.”
He placed the bag on the table, revealing a cluster of bright red tomatoes inside.
Taiga’s eyes softened immediately. “You remembered.”
“Of course.” Hokuto smiled. “You said once that when you’re sick, you crave something fresh and sweet. So we stopped by the shop before heading back. The manager also picked up some fruit and vitamins for you.”
Taiga picked one up, thumb brushing over its smooth surface. “He did? He shouldn’t have bothered… And you really…” He trailed off, shaking his head as warmth spread through his chest. “You make it impossible to stay mad at you.”
“Good,” Hokuto said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “Because I don’t plan on leaving your side until you’re completely better.”
He rinsed a few tomatoes at the sink, slicing them neatly and plating them for Taiga.
Taiga grinned, picking one up and taking a small bite. It was sweet, just the way he liked it. “Then we’ll probably recover together. Both sniffling, both coughing, both doomed.”
“Perfect,” Hokuto said, smiling softly. “At least we’ll match.”
Taiga laughed, the sound light and genuine, filling the quiet morning air. The apartment smelled of miso, tea, and fresh tomato; but somehow, surrounded by Hokuto’s warmth, it felt like home in the truest sense.
And when Hokuto reached over to steal a tomato slice from Taiga’s plate, Taiga swatted at his hand, grinning.
“Hey! That’s mine.”
“I brought them,” Hokuto teased.
“Then go buy more,” Taiga retorted, still laughing as he lifted a piece toward his mouth.
“Maybe later,” Hokuto murmured.
And in one smooth motion, leaned forward, biting the same tomato still between Taiga’s lips before stealing a quick kiss after.
“H-Hokuto… you’re cheating!” Taiga gasped, cheeks pink.
Hokuto grinned, utterly unapologetic. “Then call me the best kind of thief.” He leaned in again, capturing Taiga’s lips in a warm, playful kiss.
Taiga giggled, squirming against him, and Hokuto only laughed quietly before pressing smaller kisses along his forehead, nose, and jaw until Taiga gave up entirely, smiling against his chest.
“I give up,” Taiga murmured, flushed and breathless. “You win.”
Hokuto brushed a thumb along his cheek. “Finally.”
And as the sunlight stretched across the kitchen floor, their quiet laughter mingled with the gentle rhythm of morning — two stubborn hearts finding peace in the same warmth, even if it came with matching colds.
By the afternoon, both of them were curled up on the couch.
Sharing blankets, matching mugs of another tea, and, unfortunately, matching sniffles.
Hokuto’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen.
Manager.
He froze. “Oh no.”
Taiga peeked from under the blanket. “What?”
Before Hokuto could answer, the phone lit up again with a second buzz and this time, Taiga’s phone joined in, vibrating next to Hokuto’s.
“Answer it,” Taiga mumbled.
“You answer yours,” Hokuto shot back.
They both sighed, grabbed their phones, and like synchronized chaos; pressed “answer” at the same time.
“... You two! What did I just say last time?!” Their manager’s voice came through, loud enough for both phones to echo it in stereo.
Taiga winced. “Good afternoon…”
“Don’t you ‘good afternoon’ me, Kyomo! You both caught the same cold! Hokuto, I told you not to get too close!”
“I… uh… tried?” Hokuto offered weakly.
“Not good enough! You two better be fully recovered before the next schedule. No sneezing, no coughing, no matching symptoms!”
Taiga mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, “It was worth it…”
“I heard that!” the manager snapped. “And before you spread your germs to the others, don’t even think about a group hangout. I forbid it! Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” they chorused in unison, completely deflated.
As soon as the call ended, Taiga groaned, sinking deeper under his blanket. “We’re in trouble.”
Hokuto shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “At least it’s together trouble.”
Taiga shot him a glare but couldn’t hold back the laugh that followed.
Then… ding! Ding! Ding!
Both of their phones lit up again.
SixTONES Group Chat
[Juri]:
Heard from the manager. So… the lovebirds are officially down? 🤧💀
[Shintaro]:
BOTH sick?! You two really said “in sickness and in health”, huh 😭
[Jesse]:
I knew it! Hokuto couldn’t resist coming home early 😌💕
[Kochi]:
You guys spread germs like a romance drama. This is gross. Stop being cute!
[Taiga]:
It’s just a small cold 😷
[Hokuto]:
We’re fine. Don’t worry.
[Juri]:
Sure. Next time, quarantine separately 😂
[Shintaro]:
Too late. They’re probably sharing a blanket RIGHT NOW.
[Taiga]:
Mind your own business!
[Jesse]:
Awwww, they really are!!!
[Kochi]:
Manager gonna lose it again. I’m saving this chat.
[Juri]:
Oh, love is viral, apparently!
[Jesse]:
Bet they kissed while coughing and that’s how they matched colds.
[Taiga]:
NOISY!!
[Hokuto]:
Worth it 😀
Hokuto tossed his phone onto the couch, exhaling a laugh. More messages rolled in almost instantly.
“They’ll never let us live this down,” he said.
“Of course not! Why would you say that?” Taiga’s face flushed as he buried himself deeper under the blanket. “Now they’re going to tease us forever when we’re back at work!”
Hokuto laughed, pulling Taiga closer. “But it’s true.”
Taiga sighed dramatically. “You’re impossible.”
“But at least,” Hokuto said, tilting his head toward him, “they all know we’re fine.”
“You’re really crazy,” Taiga muttered.
“Yeah,” Hokuto grinned, wrapping an arm around him. “Crazy in love with you.”
“Mmm... Luckily you’re warm,” Taiga murmured, curling closer.
“Warm from the fever,” Hokuto teased.
“Warm from your love,” Taiga shot back, voice muffled against his chest.
Hokuto laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Fine. You win that one.”
The television murmured quietly in the background again. A replay of the same movie Taiga had watched the night before. Outside, the city moved on, bright and noisy, but inside their cocoon of warmth and blankets, time felt like it had slowed just for them.
Two stubborn, reckless hearts — sick, scolded, teased, but completely content.
End.