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Misaki was fine.
Sure, she felt a little more achey than usual. It happened. Maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or pulled something during training, or trained with Gai period. The same thing could be said for the unusual tiredness, and the occasional stomach cramps. Maybe less so for the cramps—but she probably just started exercising too soon after lunch.
It would pass. It was fine.
It was not fine when she was hunched over in the bathroom, emptying her guts into the toilet at almost 4 in the morning.
Probably food poisoning, she thought with distaste, but then, she’d eaten the same dinner as her husband and he seemed to be just peachy. Maybe she was coming down with something. She hadn’t been sick in a long time, maybe she was just overdue?
Something about the idea prompted a weird sense of deja vu, but she didn’t understand why. Another wave of nausea came over her and she abandoned that line of thought quickly. She was exhausted and maybe sick and it probably wasn’t that important anyway.
Misaki rinsed her mouth out and brushed her teeth twice over before feeling steady enough to crawl back into bed and curl up beside Kakashi. It was a little too hot for her to feel fully comfortable, despite the recent mild weather and early hour, but she didn’t want to move. She fell into an uneasy sleep for a few more hours until he had to get up to meet his team.
“Don’t goooo,” she whined tiredly, curling around his arm as soon as his shifting startled her out of her dozing. His free hand settled on her forehead.
“Are you sick?” he asked. She could hear the frown in his voice.
“Maybe. Probably,” she mumbled, and let go of his arm with a resigned sigh. “You’re already late to meet them, aren’t you?”
“I am. I’d stay longer if I wasn’t,” he said. He brushed his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t do that, I’m probably all gross and sweaty,” Misaki said.
“Maa, maa, I’ve had my hands in worse,” he said.
She snorted. “Was that supposed to be comforting? What were you even trying to imply with that?”
“Nothing in particular, so you’re free to imagine whatever you want.” He gave her a sunny, closed-eye, absolutely shit-eating smile. “I can make you breakfast before I leave.”
Suddenly realizing how hungry she was, Misaki nodded fervently. “Yes, please,” she said. Kakashi was absolutely the better cook of the two of them, though they were both equally lazy about actually doing so seriously. There was absolutely no way she would ever turn down his offer to cook when he didn’t have to.
Unfortunately, the smell of cooking eggs wafting in from the kitchen made her sick to her stomach all over again.
Misaki stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her. The sound of her retching drowned out Kakashi pulling the pan off the stove and walking to the bathroom, but she did notice it when he knelt next to her and pulled her hair back from her face.
“You’re definitely sick,” he said. She shot him a weak glare over her shoulder before coughing into the toilet again.
Eventually Kakashi really did have to leave, or else risk missing training entirely. Misaki had waved off his offer to do just that, because she wasn’t dying or anything, she’d be fine alone for at least a few hours. He’d looked entirely too skeptical for her tastes, though he raised his hands placatingly when she threatened the sanctity of his porn.
Instead of leaving her entirely to her own devices when he left, though, he’d summoned Bisuke to keep her company—never mind that she had her own perfectly competent (and cuddly) summons she could call on.
“You’re not supposed to waste chakra while sick,” he’d shrugged, and she’d just given it up as a lost cause.
And then apparently he’d ‘run into’ one of her old genin teammates on the way to the training grounds and ‘just mentioned she was feeling under the weather’ and then Itsuki had ‘just decided to pop over’ with some food that hopefully wouldn’t make her puke any more than she already had.
Well, okay, she could believe that Itsuki would come over of his own free will. He was nice like that, even if he didn’t look it. But there was no way he heard about her predicament by accident.
“This is the worst,” Misaki said miserably to Itsuki and Bisuke both. She could maybe admit, at least to herself, that if nothing else it was nice to have people around to complain to. “I hate being sick.”
Bisuke whuffed and pressed his head into her hand for a petting while Itsuki simply nodded solemnly in response, which was how she knew he was just humoring her drama. Sure he seemed to be nothing but a loner, quiet and gloomy in temperament, just like he had ever since they were kids, but there was a reason they still talked. One didn’t spend years on a team without some kind of closeness, and one definitely didn’t get out of being on a team with an Inuzuka for a sensei without at least some sense of humor. Or personality.
“Don’t tell Sayuri, she’ll just come by to laugh at me,” she added, scratching Bisuke behind the ear. “Kakashi cooked and I couldn’t even be in the same room. That’s just so unfair.”
There—the corners of his lips ticked up. That was basically the same as laughing at her out loud, for Itsuki. Rude. She pouted at him.
“You should probably stop by the hospital,” he said when she let out the third or fourth harsh sigh in the last half hour. Misaki recoiled from the idea automatically, slumping over the table.
“That’s probably not necessary,” she mumbled.
“I could go with you.”
“That’s even less necessary.” She could go to the hospital by herself. She just didn’t want to.
“Of course, I forgot, you jounin have that thing about the hospital,” Itsuki said, shaking his head in amusement. Misaki made a face at him.
“It’s not because I’m a jounin,” she said defensively, and then added, “Maybe I’m a jounin because I have that thing about the hospital.”
“I can believe that,” Itsuki conceded with a small smile. He didn’t insist, nor did he drag her to the hospital himself, because that wasn’t his way. But after he left, and the queasy feeling still hadn’t really gone away, she admitted to herself that maybe she should go.
Maybe in the next couple days, anyway.