Psbg Fwoof #1 [研究生！浮奇ｘ医学部進学課程！ふうちゃん]"There you are." A warm, exasperated voice pulls Uki out of his focus; Uki blearily looks up from his dissecting microscope and breaks out into a small tired smile as he finds face to face with his boyfriend, one Fulgur Ovid.

"Fuufuu-chan." He sets his forceps down and hums happily as Fulgur leans forward to offer him a quick peck on his lips. "You're done with your practicals"

"Yeah. Even had time to shower and eat, but how long have you been here"

"Only for a few hours I think." He loses track of time whenever he's working at the stereo-microscope, what with how much focus is required. It's definitely been several hours, judging from his tense shoulders and neck. Using a normal microscope would be less strain because then Uki would only need to look the computer screen which is plugged into the camera, but this particular work requires him to actually directly manipulate the sample under the lens.

He rolls his neck, and makes a low, pleased sound as Fulgur helpfully rubs the knotted muscles.

"Did you remember to eat lunch"

"I wasn't hungry, so I came to the lab at around noon instead. I figured I'd get started processing these earlier, so I wouldn't have to be here all day tomorrow."

Fulgur's expression twists itself into something concerned as his words. "Uki. You do realize that it's nearly 9 in the evening"

"Is it" Uki leans back to squint at the wall clock that is half-hidden behind several boxes stacked on a shelf. There are some disadvantages to working a windowless room - it's hard to keep track of when the sun sets. True to Fulgur's words, the clock did show that it was nearly approaching nine in the evening. *Whoops.* "Oh. I didn't realize."

"Jesus. No wonder you look so haggard." An extremely ironic statement coming from a perpetually tired pre-med student, but Uki will concede that Fulgur has a better handle on his routine despite his grueling workload. Uki Uki just gets engrossed with things and then *forgets* to do important things like eat and sleep. It probably doesn't help his tasks nor projects enforce regular working hours.

On one hand, Uki likes that particular aspect because it gives him the flexibility to do other non-work things whenever he wants/has time to do so. But the downside of it is that his desire to complete his tasks efficiently results in him forgetting the time and working far longer hours than his body would appreciate him for.

Longer hours that Fulgur most *definitely* doesn't approve of either.

"Come on. Time to go home, Uki." Fulgur stubbornly presses, and while Uki agrees to go home, he sneaks a glance at his messy lab bench.

"But-"

"Uki." Fulgur's clipped tone tells Uki that he's not going to win this time - he rarely does when Fulgur finds him in the lab.

"…Five minutes to finish up and clean up my bench"

Silver-grey eyes narrow, but Fulgur sighs as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. "Five minutes exactly - I'm setting a timer."

Uki hurriedly sneaks another kiss to Fulgur's cheek in appreciation for his understanding. "Thank you babe."

"I'm going to step out for a minute, but I'll be back quickly." Fulgur states while waving the phone - with the time already turned on - in Uki's direction. Uki hums in acknowledgement, but continues to quickly finish off his current sample and then pack away the samples into opened box on his bench, sorting and labelling them accordingly to which he has already completed.

True to both of their promises, Fulgur is back before the five minutes are up, and Uki has just finished writing the last of his lab entry in his research notebook in his neat cursive as he hears Fulgur's languid footsteps approach. Uki happily closes his notebook, eager to go home, and gets off his chair to properly greet Fulgur's return.

"And I'm done--Oh." Uki blinks rapidly as his vision starts to grey out on the edges. Before he can even sway, a firm arm pushes Uki back onto his chair, and steadies his form as Uki leans his head against the warm solid presence that is Fulgur's body pressed right against him like a warm, immovable wall. Uki sucks in several deep breaths to quell his lightheadedness.

"Yeah, I thought so." Fulgur sounds more exasperated than angry, and Uki makes an annoyed sound.

"Shut the fuck up."

"In this instance, *no*. Deep breaths, and if you can manage it, drink." A cool electrolyte drink, cap already loosened for him, is pressed into Uki's hand; so that's what Fulgur went off to get.

Uki pushes it back sluggishly, only to be met with resistance as Fulgur makes a disapproving noise. "Can't drink in the lab." He reminds Fulgur, but Fulgur merely snorts.

"Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before you nearly pass out from either dehydration or low blood sugar. Drink, because I don't want to haul your ass to the ER for the second time this year."

"You like my ass. And that would only make that the second time this year. It's not like I make it a repeated habit to forget about the time." Uki grumbles, but gives in, taking slow sips from the mildly sweet drink. Despite Fulgur's sharp words, his hand is gentle as he lightly runs his fingers through Uki's hair and carefully massages his scalp.

"One time is more than enough, thank you very much. I rather not see you drop like a sack of potatoes in front of me again."

Uki sniffs at the description. "God, you sure know how to flatter someone."

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me correct myself - a *pretty* sack of potatoes." Fulgur deadpans, and Uki stifles a laugh, forgiving the terrible description because *this man*. There's an underlying tone of worry in his voice as Fulgur checks, "you alright"

"Better, yes." He caps the drink and accepts Fulgur's offered hand as he slowly gets to his feet. This time, the world doesn't spin as Uki stands, but he absentmindedly decides that yes, he'll be sleeping in tomorrow morning after all. He has probably made more than enough progress today to make up for a slower start tomorrow. "Home"

Fulgur grabs his things before Uki can even reach for them, slinging Uki's bag over his shoulders while he wraps an arm around Uki's waist and steers him out. His grip is protective and warm, and Uki feels loved as the man fusses over his scarf, citing how it's colder outside with how late it is.

"Let's grab you some food first, then head home." Fulgur finally agrees, satisfied with probably the messy knot of a scarf around Uki's neck - Uki doesn't have the heart or energy to correct it into something more acceptable, but he offers an appreciative kiss regardless.

"Okay~"