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when sasuke is only a little bit better, he insists that he go out to train or have lunch with naruto or partake in his limited number of hobbies. sakura tells him not to but he says he’s fine and so she let’s him do what he wants, waiting at home for him to come back whining that his head hurts and that he feels terrible and admitting that he shouldn’t have left, just like she said.

“so what did you learn?”

trying to get back on her good side, sasuke tries to look pathetic under the blanket drawn up to his chin. “that my wife is the smartest woman in the world?” he replies, his voice scratchy.

“wrong answer. that’s common knowledge.”

“tch.”

sakura leaves a thermos of tea at his side and some medicine. “take this and go to sleep.”

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. sasuke sits up and swallows the pills dry. he stays that way because somehow he can breathe clearly through both nostrils at this exact angle. he sees sakura pulling on some clothes that aren’t her usual loungewear and he frowns. “what are you doing?”

“i have to run errands,” she says. “considering you’ve been practically quarantined all week and i’ve essentially been held here with you against my will, we’re running out of food.”

“we have lots of food!”

“also i need some alone time.”

“you were alone this morning!”

“yeah, for like an hour.”

“noooooo,” he whines, grabbing her when she passes by. he wraps his arms around her middle and buries his face in her stomach. she tries to push him away but he’s strong and he’s persistent. “don’t go.”

“honestly, i feel like you’re getting me sick,” she admits. “i need more tea and some orange juice.” sakura tries shaking him off but he won’t let go. “sasuke-kun! come on, i can’t afford to catch your cold.”

“sure you can.”

“sasuke-kun, you’re so annoying!”

she sits down beside him, so he deigns to at least let go of her. then he drops back against his pillow, his head heavy and spinning.

“are you going to take care of me when i get sick?” she teases.

“you don’t like when i try taking care of you.”

“i know,” sakura concedes. “it’s because you suck at like everything.”

“how dare you. i am a prodigy.”

“you’re a sick idiot is what you are.” sakura leans in and presses a kiss against his sweaty forehead. when she draws back, she’s grimacing and wiping her lips.

he rolls his eyes. “you’re such a drama queen.”

sakura laughs as she stands. “right. i’m the drama queen!”