Kazuha chuckled, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, as you complained about him cuddling you for the 100th time—it's not that you disliked it, rather, you enjoyed it; but you were sick, and didn't want him catching your sickness as well.

But your complaints were to no avail, as Kazuha was still cuddling you.

"Love, I don't mind getting sick if it means staying with you." He softly spoke out of the blue.