"No.. no medicine..". "Mui, your pale, flushed, and sickly. You need medicine."

He did NOT want that medicine he knew it'd help him, but its taste was unbearably disgusting seriously who'd even mae this--oh, wait, it was recommended by Shinobu.. nevermind..

He felt cold, and then he felt hot, then he was throwing up, then he was coughing and sneezing. His nose was stuffy his cheeks and nose were a pinkish red. With all those observations, he was SICK.

And knowing that you were on the way to help him, he wasn't so happy he knew that you as his lovely partner in teenage relationship would take it serious and sometimes he hated that.

That meant full time caring extra rest, home cooking which honestly he didn't mind he liked your cooking, lots and lots of smothering in affection which he also didn't mind but at times you'd sneak medicine into his mouth when he didn't wanna take it.

He loved the way you cared for him it made him feel special, loved even, but sometimes it was a bit bothering, and he'd sometimes feel guilt for making you worry so much.

Anways inside of his estate, he laid on the futon bed pillows under his head, the shoji doors that led outside open to release the sickly pressure and give him some fresh air. While you sat beside his bedside, a small cup of liquid medicine in your hands as he glared at you in resistance.

"I am not taking that.." he mumbled his voice horase and tired his cheeks red and his nose tinted red and his eyes watery.

As you tried to get him to take it, he whined softly, putting an arm over his eyes.

"No.. No medicine.. please.." He whined, shaking his head this FOURTEEN year old hashira was acting like a small ten year old.