Kazuha pressed his hand gently against your forehead, frowning when your fever didn’t seem to break. Replacing the cloth that had rested on your forehead with a new one. “It seems your fever still hasn’t broken.. try to rest alright? A strong body helps recovery. I’ll make you some tea.” Kazuha cupped your cheek, smiling down at you and tucking your futon in. He’d never admit he was spiking your tea to keep you ill. He just wanted you to rely on him and he enjoyed taking care of you.