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Naruto watched Sasuke finish the ramen happily. He didn’t know if Sasuke was being just being nice, or if he was deliriously sick, but he was overjoyed to see the Uchiha eat an entire bowl of instant ramen without any resistance. Sasuke dropped the bowl sloppily on the ground and grabbed the pillow, adjusting himself to get comfortable. Naruto watched as he rolled around, noticing how Sasuke’s dark hair became more and more messy at it rubbed against the pillow. Naruto wanted to reach over and comb it with his fingers, like Sasuke had done for him days ago.

His eager gaze was broken when he noticed Sasuke staring right at him from under the blanket, his sharp eyes just barely visible from under the fabric. Naruto blushed and made to stand up and take the bowl into the kitchen in a hurried attempt to hide his embarrassment, when Sasuke’s legs stretched out in his lap, keeping him seated. Naruto looked back at Sasuke with wide eyes, and saw an impish grin on Sasuke’s flushed face. “H-Hey!!’ Naruto yelled, his voice cracking as he tried to mask his utter adoration of Sasuke’s childish actions. “Y-You’re going to get me sick too, dattebayo~!” He glared at the doorway as he delivered his sorry excuse to leave.

Sasuke ceased in his movement, laying completely still upon hearing Naruto’s words. He studied the other man for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the blush that adorned the blond’s face.

Staying silent, he covered his head with the blanket, disappearing under it completely. He twisted his body around for a few seconds before popping up to sit on his knees directly in front of Naruto. He slid the cover around, wrapping it around him tightly until it conformed to the shape of his body and head, allowing only his face and random tufts of hair to stick out of it. He was pretty sure that he probably looked like he was wearing some sort of ridiculous cloak, but he was too foggy-minded to care - he had a dobe to harass.

“You chase me for years, trying to get me back here so that I can be around you, but now that I’m sick, you want to get away from me,” he said, keeping his face completely serious, “You know, I probably got sick as a result of your lack of hygiene. And by that logic, since you’re the one who got me ill, you should just take care of me and not complain if you do happen to catch what I have.”

Leaving it at that, the older shinobi loosened the grip that he had on his blanket, moving his hands apart from where they were holding the fabric together underneath his chin. He slowly opened his arms, stopping only when they were completely extended, pointing out from his sides, the blanket straightened out behind him like wings. Keeping his eyes trained on Naruto the entire time, he leapt at the blond suddenly, tossing the cover over him so that they both were caught underneath it. He placed his hands firmly on the edges of the fabric, pinning it to the cushions to keep it in place.

“Now you can’t escape me. Or my germs,” he rambled, unsure of what he was even saying or doing.