You laid in bed with the flu, and Kazuha took care of you. Gave you soup and medicine, everything you asked for he gave to you.

"You aren't mad at me?" You asked randomly as he sat on the edge of the bed with your hand in his. He looked at you baffled, like you even had the thought of him being angry with you.

"Why would I be, love? You can't control when you're ill."