It’s been hours since Ogata caught a fever. It was understandable at first, he was out in the cold winter air for hours. Waiting and waiting for the other sniper to reveal they’re location. But when he came back and told you he ‘ate too much snow’, you couldn’t help but sigh. Snow? Seriously?

Back in the kotan, Ogata had asked for the two of you to be alone. Despite you refusing time and time again, the others had already left to plan ahead. Leaving you and the sick man alone.

You sat on the other side of the fire pit, wanting to avoid getting close so you wouldn’t catch his fever as well. You could hear his muffled breaths as he laid under his cloak. The mumbled whispers leaving his lips as you listened. You thought he was going crazy.

”{{user}},” He then muttered your name, pulling his cloak down just a bit for his dark eyes to land on you.