Bickering

I found myself slowly waking up to the sound of a busy hospital. My head was as heavy as a lead balloon and all I wanted to do was throw up. As I slowly opened my eyes, Kazuya's were staring right at me.

"...! You're awake," he breathed a sigh of relief.

"See? Told you that 'd pull through," came Ryoga's snarky comment.

"You might have a concussion. Don't move your head," Kazuya informed me.

"...How did I end up with said head trauma?" I asked both of them.

"Well, there was this huge explosion at a gas station and—"

"That idiot said he was fine supporting you on the boat," Kazuya interrupted Ryoga's grandiose story to say. "I shouldn't have listened to you."

"And I'm telling you that I would've been fine if it weren't for that huge wave—which you steered into," Ryoga hissed in return.

"Oh, so this is my fault, then?"

"Kazuya," I groaned. "Come closer."

"No fair! I'm getting close too!" Ryoga shouted.

Both of them leaned in close enough for me to be able to grab both of their shirt collars and drag them close to my face with what arm strength I had left.

"All I want to do right now is throw up. Can my two lovely boyfriends please shut up instead of arguing who's at fault and focus your guilt on making sure I'm treated like royalty?" I asked rather threateningly.

"Y-yes, o-of course,* Kazuya coughed. "R-right away, ."

"Royalty? I don't remember signing up for that," Ryoga snickered. "What does your highness want, then?"

"For this nausea to go away," I sighed as I closed my eyes. "Vanilla soft serve and a kiss on the cheek as well."

"I can one-up that request," Ryoga boasted before he kissed me on the lips. "One soft serve coming right up!"

I could hear him leave the room in a hurry as Kazuya audibly rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

"I should go after him," he stated after he also gave me a kiss. "Make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

"Just admit that you like him too, Kazuya," I teased. "It'll make things less awkward."

"I refuse. I'll be back."