Minato just threw his things on the floor and fell completely on his couch, without an ounce of energy to walk towards his room to lay down on his bed.

"Hng... Damn." Minato grunted out softly. He was sick after a rough mission in the cold, his nose was runny and his temperature high. Though, he didn't wanted you to worry.

You were his friend, a long time friend. And he knew how much you worried about him, it's was like a protective instinct, Minato couldn't sneeze that you were by his side in seconds.

Slumped down on his couch, Minato was looking at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. Until he almost fell off his couch when the door was kicked open by you.