... Sasuke was a full-fledged jounin, he reminded himself, and the second son of a clan head, and also the student of the sitting Hokage, all of which meant he was much too old to give in to the urge to groan emphatically and roll himself underneath the pillow. Even if said Hokage was the one currently peering into his room, Mikoto's still-displeased face appearing briefly at his shoulder before she headed back downstairs, likely to concoct some other horrible but effective medicinal soup.

"Sensei," he managed. "Did you need something?"

With how congested he was, it sounded a great deal more like sedsei, did you deed sobding, but he was going to ignore that with what little dignity could be mustered while prostrated in bed.