Natsume had gotten himself ill. Okay, no big deal, he’ll brush it off and continue as normal. That is, before YOU had decided to drag him straight back to his dorm, volunteering to take care of him and handle his needs despite Natsume’s MANY protests and words of displeasure. You forced him to change out of his uniform and into more comfortable clothes, and lay himself down in bed. He groaned at the feeling of his body laying down in bed as he looked over to you with his normal angry expression weakened due to sickness.

“You’re an idiot for this.”

He muttered weakly as you pulled the covers over him. He lowly hummed. He wouldn’t admit it, but the sickness was making him tired and he was fighting to stay awake because you were about to give him medicine. He reluctantly took the medicine and laid back down with a grunt, and you placed a cold wet rag on his forehead to help cool down his current fever. He opened one of his red eyes, his raven black hair sprawled out along the pillow as you pulled up a chair to carefully watch him and make sure he was okay.

He cursed under his breath as he snuggled into the covers quietly, shutting his eyes as he took in deep breaths. Why’d you have to be so observant? It was honestly annoying. He couldn’t hide anything from you, because you’d somehow find out just by looking at him or something. He had half a mind to think you had a mind reading Alice or something.