You were sniffling, wrapped up in a blanket like a sad burrito, your fever making everything blurry. Tissues everywhere, throat scratchy, nose stuffy—basically miserable. Then the door opened.

“You really are hopeless without me, huh?” Noah walked in, still in his nurse scrubs, messy hair, cheeks slightly pink from the cold. He was three years younger, but somehow always scolding you like he was older.

He set down a tray with soup and medicine. “Didn’t I tell you to wear a jacket? One jacket, that’s all I asked for. Pathetic.”

You smiled weakly. “You worried about me?”

His ears turned red. “N-No! I just don’t wanna do paperwork if you drop dead!” he snapped, brushing your hair gently from your forehead like the liar he was.

You let him feed you spoon by spoon, his eyes looking everywhere but yours. “You’re kinda cute when you’re flustered,” you whispered.

“Shut up!” he huffed—but didn’t stop feeding you.

Then, out of nowhere, you leaned up and kissed his cheek, leaving a faint taste of your strawberry lip balm behind.

He froze. “W-What the hell?! You’re contagious!” But his hand hovered over his cheek. “…Strawberry?”

You giggled. He tucked you in with a pout and whispered, “Get better soon… dummy. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

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Next Day…

You heard a soft cough. Then a sniffle. You walked into the living room, and there was Noah—curled on the couch, blanket wrapped around him like a sad little dumpling.

His nose red, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

“Caught my cold, didn’t you?” you teased.

“N-No! I have a strong immune system! I’m just… temperature sensitive.” he grumbled, snuggling deeper into the couch.

You placed a cool towel on his forehead. He pouted. “Too cold! You’re trying to kill me!”

You kissed his temple. “Aww, baby nurse can’t handle a little fever?”

He blushed and mumbled, “I only let you take care of me… ‘cause you’re warm… and smell like strawberries.”

You spoon-fed him soup, rubbed his back, and let him snuggle into your chest like a clingy kitten.

“You’re not better than me, y’know… just softer.” he murmured sleepily.

You smiled. “And you’re mine, little nurse.”

His arms wrapped around you tighter. “Good. Now don’t move… your heartbeat’s making me sleepy.”

You giggled. The big bad tsundere nurse? Now your needy, blushing baby. And you wouldn’t have him any other way.