[Akira goes from feeling as healthy and fit as a whistle (sans a slightly itchy throat) to maximum cold within the span of a heartbeat, and boy, does it hit him like a truck. it's not like it's a bad cold-- a headache, a stuffy nose, some unfortunate coughing and discomfort, and Akira has certainly had worse before-- but he also can't remember the last time he was sick. it sucks. it sucks a lot!1]
[. . . even so, he spends most of his time out and about, checking on the friends he knows and even some he doesn't. he makes curry in the kitchen (careful not to sneeze on the pot's contents), and requests blankets from the servants, which he scatters around the temple, free for anyone's use. all of that activity, coupled with his general malaise, kiiiind of wears him out]
[and that's when Konoha finds him, curled up in his own bed in his room (she'll notice there are two beds here; this is definitely a shared living space). he has a blanket pulled over his head like a cloak, nothing but his eyes (not framed by his glasses this time) visible from underneath the cloth. he gives her one long look. . .]
[and then groans and flops over into a pile of overly-whiny sickness. suck it up, Kurusu!!]
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[Akira goes from feeling as healthy and fit as a whistle (sans a slightly itchy throat) to maximum cold within the span of a heartbeat, and boy, does it hit him like a truck. it's not like it's a bad cold-- a headache, a stuffy nose, some unfortunate coughing and discomfort, and Akira has certainly had worse before-- but he also can't remember the last time he was sick. it sucks. it sucks a lot!1]
[. . . even so, he spends most of his time out and about, checking on the friends he knows and even some he doesn't. he makes curry in the kitchen (careful not to sneeze on the pot's contents), and requests blankets from the servants, which he scatters around the temple, free for anyone's use. all of that activity, coupled with his general malaise, kiiiind of wears him out]
[and that's when Konoha finds him, curled up in his own bed in his room (she'll notice there are two beds here; this is definitely a shared living space). he has a blanket pulled over his head like a cloak, nothing but his eyes (not framed by his glasses this time) visible from underneath the cloth. he gives her one long look. . .]
[and then groans and flops over into a pile of overly-whiny sickness. suck it up, Kurusu!!]