A/N: This is just a little fluffy one shot, my contribution to this sadly small fandom. Influenced by episode 2 but could be seen as taking place anywhere in the series. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated but please don't just flame.

p.s. I wrote this rocking out to the Harakiri Sunshine theme x0

"If you're not going to carry an umbrella, you shouldn't go out in the rain," Goto chided as Masayoshi blew his Rudolph-red nose for the third time in the last five minutes.

"There was crime to fight," hoarsely insisted Masayoshi. He crumpled the tissue in his hands and tossed it into the wastebasket with all the other soiled ones (which roughly totaled to a box and half's worth). "I can't let the weather stop me from delivering justice. And speaking of justice, it's almost time for me to leave. I better get ready."

Masayoshi started to get up. Goto gently pushed him back to the couch cushions.

"Don't go out tonight. You're already sick." His hand lingered on Masayoshi's chest, which was mildly labored with congestion. Goto could feel slightly feverish heat through the flannel material of the hero's shirt.

"It's just a cold, Goto-san." Masayoshi smiled at him, grey blue eyes soft and noticeably watery. "I'll be fine."

Goto threw a glance to the window. Rain pattered against the glass and drizzled down from smokey clouds. It wasn't as bad as yesterday. Yesterday it was raining cats and dogs as heavy thunder boomed and bright lightning crackled. Nonetheless, his stubborn idiot of a friend still refused to use an umbrella.

"It's just a cold now. You don't want it to get worse. Stay in tonight, let the Flamenco Girls take care of things. The rainstorm caused them to reschedule their concert so I'm sure Mari's going to want to let off extra steam tonight anyway."

Masayoshi opened his mouth to argue and abruptly turned away to sneeze into his elbow instead. Goto couldn't help thinking it was a cute sneeze even though it felt wrong to label something causing his friend to suffer as such. It was a high pitched squeak of a sound like the kind of noise a little kitten would make.

Masayoshi turned back to him with dribbling nostrils and Goto quickly supplied him with another tissue. Masayoshi's eyes spoke relief as he expelled another stream of snot into it. He nearly missed the wastebasket this time, interrupted by a sudden (thankfully brief) circuit of dry coughs.

Goto fixed him with a pointed look.

"Fine," Masayoshi relented reluctantly. "I'll stay in tonight."

"Good." Goto nodded and gingerly ruffled his ash blonde hair.

"But will you stay and watch the Harakiri Sunshine movie with me?" Masayoshi peered up at him hopefully.

"Might as well," said Goto. "I have the day off tomorrow."

"Yay!" Masayoshi practically bounced off the couch, but Goto pulled him back.

"You just sit and relax. I'll get it. I've been here enough times to know where it's at."

"Thanks, Goto-san." Masayoshi lied back into the couch and covered his mouth to quiet a cough.

Goto just waved his hand and got up, retrieving the movie from the collection of tokusatsu classics and popping it in the dvd player. He plopped down on the couch, not terribly surprised when Masayoshi shifted closer and put his head on his shoulder.

"You better not get me sick," he warned much more passively than any warning ought to be.

"Ah, sorry! I wasn't even thinking about that!" Masayoshi quickly lifted his head and scooted away.

Even so, it wasn't very long before Masayoshi squirmed his way back over and plopped his head in Goto's lap. Goto didn't look away from the television screen once. He only smiled when he felt the familiar weight of Masayoshi's head on his thigh and inattentively stroked his hair.