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Steve felt awful.
He hated getting sick.
He loathed getting sick.
But, despite his best efforts he had caught the bug that had been making its way through what seemed to be everyone in Hawkins.
His head hurt, he had a fever, even breathing hurt.
He had the next two days off work and now he had to spend them sick and miserable.
This was not what he had wanted for his days off.
He was also freezing.
He tried to just huddle up under a blanket but he was still cold. Logically he knew he was anything but cold, however there was no room for logic in his sore and stuffy head. So he hauled himself out of his bed and shuffled over to find something warmer to wear. The problem was that nothing seemed comfortable enough. All of his jackets were for sports or to look good. He was on the verge of giving up when he felt something soft and warm shoved at the bottom of the drawer he was rummaging through.
He pulled out what felt like the greatest prize only to find it wasn’t his. It was a black, well worn hoodie and it could belong to nobody else but Eddie.
Steve wasn’t sure how Eddie’s hoodie had ended up in his drawer but he wasn’t about to complain. Throwing the hoodie over his head Steve could have sworn he felt a little better.
Now feeling a little more comfortable and warm he all but threw himself back into bed, closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
Xxxxxx
When Eddie came by that afternoon to check in on Steve he had to stop and talk himself down from the sight of Steve wearing his clothes. Steve was out cold sprawled across his bed. Steve was also sick, he was sweaty and pale other than his cheeks, which were flushed with fever. He looked awful, but also, he looked fucking adorable bundled up in Eddie’s old hoodie.
Not wanting to wake Steve he closed the bedroom door and backed out again, heading downstairs to put the soup he brought with him in the fridge.
When Steve was better, Eddie decided that they needed to have a conversation.
Who’d have thought that the sight of Steve Harrington asleep in his hoodie would be the thing that finally pushed him to cave and tell Steve about his feelings.
They’d been dancing around the subject for months now, Eddie only hoped he was right and that Steve felt the same way.