Kuro hated it when you were sick.

He didn't hate the fact you were more whiny or more needy, or the fact you were picky about your food. Kuro hated seeing you in any kind of suffering your pain.

"Blow." Kuro said sternly, holding a tissue over your running nose. Once you did, he wiped it all off and threw the tissue in the growing pile of them in the trash. "Is that the last one, dollface?" Kuro looked back at you, seeing you cough and sniffle. He sighed, still smiling. Kuro picked you up.