sunshineverse | Perks of the secret friend [Iruka and Itachi]

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Perks of the secret friend [Iruka and Itachi]

Who: [The I team-- Itachi and Iruka]
When: February 9th
Where: Starting at the Uchiha Compound, moving to Iruka's place

The attention Itachi gets when he finally falls ill can be overwhelming. It seems to be traveling around Konoha, so no doubt with his weak immune system and his extended stay in his home village, Itachi came down with the flu. Mother found him nearly keeling over in the process of making himself tea and demanded he lay back down in bed.

He hadn't gotten any real rest since. The household was busy. Between Mother, Sasuke, and Shisui popping in, he was always being asked if he was alright, if he needed anything, or presented with something else to try to swallow.

Dusk was only marginally better, with everyone else prepping for bed. And now the footsteps down the hall started again...

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He went about making dinner and feeding himself, putting away his leftovers neatly before tending to broth for Itachi. Once that was done, he let it cool to the point where the other man couldn't burn himself on it, but it was still hot enough, and took it off to the other room. "Itachi."

He'd wrapped himself in the blankets again, with one foot dangling free. Hearing his name called has him stirring gently, turning his head away from the wall towards the source of the sound.

...Ah, the broth. Yes. So he begins to sit up, slowly.

He watched him, making no move to help until he was sure that Itachi actually needed some. Instead, he'd hold the bowl, and he suspected, very likely end up feeding him. But he'd wait and see.

Carefully, he manages to work the pillow behind him, providing him with the support necessary to remain sitting up. The breath he takes is deep, and through his mouth.

He thinks he can hold the bowl, at least, reaching out for it slowly. And if not, well, he can slide down and rest it on his chest. That way he only has to tilt it.

He watched him intently, not releasing it before he was completely certain that he was in control of it. "Alright?"

"Mm. Good." Excellent, actually. Iruka's cooking always was. But that's too many syllables to pronounce at the moment.

He'll just focus on small sips for now.

Satisfied Itachi wasn't about to dump soup down his front, he gave a soft hum of amusement and settled on his futon. "That's always nice to hear."

All it takes is a slip, but he's alright for now. Mostly. Spends a lot of time holding cup like things.

This is a bigger cup.

"You say that as if you don't hear it often." he hums, glad to have a little of his voice back.

"I say it like I appreciate people saying it regardless." He gave a laugh and shook his head, making himself comfortable.

Ah, well, fair enough. Soon enough he's got most of it down, letting the bowl simply rest on his chest, his breathing evening out a bit.

"M'afraid you'll have to pick it up off of me."

He got up, moving over to collect the bowl. "Go back to sleep, I'll help you take a bath in the morning." He padded away so that he could put the bowl away before coming back to change into his sleepwhere.

"Mmm." he hums his agreement, carefully turning over on his side so he could rest again. He'll probably get a few more hours this time.

Much as he knew Itachi wouldn't appreciate being woken, he needed to get him up so he could get ready for his day himself. He still had classes to teach, even if Itachi was here.

"Itachi. Itachi-kun. Time for that bath."

Those blessed few hours unfortunately let his nose stop completely up again. Which meant for most of them, he was sleeping with his mouth wide open. It was thankfully silent, but it's left his lips horribly chapped, and somewhat painful as he slowly wakes to the sound of Iruka's voice, his sound disoriented.

Oh.

"Mm?" Comes out the hum, thick. Why did he want him awake? He's having trouble keeping his eyes open, really just wanting to roll back over and go back to sleep.

He examined him carefully, then sighed. "Warm bath, then back to sleep." He frowned, then moved off to go run a bath before coming back, sure that Itachi wouldn't even notice the absence in his state.

Ah, a bath. Okay. He's okay with that.

But he's still disoriented. He thinks about helping him, standing up and at least getting partway undressed, but that thought dies the moment Iruka's gone, and the other will find him in a light sleep when he returns.

He did manage to move one leg out from under the blankets, though. Progress.

He smothered a laugh at the show of effort and reached down, gently sitting Itachi up. "C'mon you. Bath."

There's another slightly confused hum that follows. What? What's happening.

Oh yes, the bath. Which he failed entirely to help with. Can't blame him, he's tired, and stuffed up. He tries again though, sliding his arm over Iruka's back and trying to hold onto the fabric weakly.

He can stand. Maybe. Will need some help.

Iruka noticed the vague motions to do that and instead slid his arm under his legs and picked him up, padding off to the bathroom. "In a minute. You can make getting you undressed easier."

This is much better. He goes limp in Iruka's grip, preferring this to wasting his energy and ending up on the floor.

Why can't he just carry me everywhere. Comes the illness-induced thought, his subconscious desire to be cared for trying to come to the surface. He was always caring for other people and ignoring his own health... it was nice to be tended to instead.

He huffed a soft laugh as Itachi went limp, shifting his hold to make sure he was supported and then headed off to the bath, setting him down next to the tub. "Okay, clothes off. You'll feel better after the heat warms you."

But that took effort and he didn't want to exert any.

He gives Iruka an unfocused stare, just for a few seconds. Then he's moving again, sniffling due to his nose as he struggles-- but ultimately manages to get his shirt off.

Usually he folds it and sets it aside. The shirt is not that lucky today.

His lips twitched, and he picked up Itachi enough to help him get his pants off. Judging by the look he'd been given, it would save him a lot of grief.

Oh good, because he would've tripped. Perhaps he'll be more coherent after a bath and food, and the steam will help his sinuses.

He even keeps his grip on Iruka's shoulders after his underwear also disappear, slowly sinking into the tub.

Mm, better.

Once he was sure that Itachi wouldn't drown on being released, Iruka nodded and moved off to go fetch him fresh clothes, dumping the old ones in the hamper. He was sure that Itachi was capable of splashing water on himself at the very least.

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