them • kakegurui x female reader

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your pov

".. sayaka?" you murmer tiredly, shifting slightly. you want to fall back asleep, but somehow, something seemed a little off.

her hand gripped yours a little too tightly, and her skin seemed unusually hot. she had taken your hand multiple times before, and unlike yumeko or the president, for the most part she had a neutral temperature.

the longer you let your fingers interlock with her's, the stronger the heat seems to grow.

"sayaka? oh my god, you're burning up-"

you sit up quickly, checking her forehead to see if it's as hot as the back of her hand is, and then you draw your hand back as if you had been burned. maybe you had been.

"i- sayaka, can you hear me?" you ask, a little loudly, shaking her shoulders gently. her head lulls to the side, and your concern grows further, furrowing your eyebrows.

"is something wrong, y/n?" yumemi rubs her eyes tiredly, glancing out of the window where only the first few rays of light shone through.

"she has a really high fever and she isn't waking up." you panic, watching itsuki blink awake and the idol rolls out of bed to make her way over to your side.

"holy sh.. i didn't know someone's skin could get that hot.!" yumemi quickly withdraws her hand, stepping quickly towards the door.

"y/n, keep holding her, and try to wake her up. i'm going to get some cold water soaked towels from the bathroom and hopefully that will help.."

"what's going on?" itsuki mumbles, rubbing sleep from her eyes, but you and yumemi's extreme concern keeps her awake.

"i- i don't know, there's something wrong with sayaka. fuck, i should've noticed last night when she came in here.. "

"what? wait, i thought sayaka slept with the president in their bedroom."

"she did, but around three in the morning she snuck in here, and i think she was going to sleep in yuriko's old spot, but.."

you motion over to where the sugar gremlin is managing to take up an entire queen bed by herself.

"so i told her she could come sleep here with me, since yumeko wasn't here, and her breathing seemed all messed up."

"oh. stupid question, why isn't yumeko here?"

"yumeko- damn, she was out gambling for the entire night? she left me a sticky note to go to bed without her cause she snuck out to gamble with people, but i guess she literally never came back.. "

you turn sayaka's head tenderly toward the ceiling, testing her head again, but obviously nothing different had happened. picking up her head slightly, you push a pillow under it, hoping that makes some difference.

she really looks terrible.

sweat is making her underclothes stick to her overheating body, liquid soaking through the fabric, and it only animates her shallow breathing deeper. her head and neck has begun to turn red, her skin's other attempt to cool her down, but it isn't working.

yumemi slides back into the room, carrying multiple hand towels soaked through with cold water from the faucet, and you take two from her, brushing sayaka's hair from her face so you can better place the cold cloth on her forehead, adjusting the other one on her neck, and yumemi set out to covering almost any part of her skin that was exposed, quickly making work on her arms.