"It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life" -Steven Chbosky, Perks

Hinata let off a sad, despairing sniff as she checked her phone for messages from her boyfriend. They were supposed to be going out to a movie tonight, but Hinata didn't know if she could make it out of the house this evening. She had just texted her boyfriend saying so, and chewed on her lip with anxiety.

Hinata was normally a pretty healthy person. She kept in shape and ate food that was relatively good for her. She was used to feeling good, so on the rare times that the common cold struck she was especially dazed. She hated feeling weak and pathetic, and her sneezes were always very tiny. Some people called them cute, but she would blush in shame. There was nothing cute about a cold, especially if it lead to her having to call off time with her rambunctious boyfriend.

Her phone buzzed as a message from that boy lit up the screen.

'Don't sweat it, but don't think you're getting off that easily. On my way, be there in 5.'

She let off a small squeak at the text, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about the small mountain of tissues around her that she had been building throughout the day. Hinata bolted up, trying to quickly pick up the tissues and bowls from all of the chicken noodle soup that she had practically inhaled. She loved her boyfriend, but she didn't particularly feel like giving him a tour of the landscape of her mess; the forest of empty motren bottles, small towns of Kleenex boxes, and the lake of cough drop wrappers. There were some things he just didn't need to know, and she really wanted to decrease her resemblance to Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street.

True to his word, Naruto arrived at her door quickly and let himself in with the key he owned.

"Hinata?" He called, peeking around the door. "I brought movies! And more motren, because I know you're always out. But they only had grape flavor, so that's a downside I guess."

Hinata groaned in her hands, alerting him to her whereabouts. "Grape?" She weakly muttered.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Naruto sympathetically comforted, making his way over to her (now cleaned) blanket nest. "But I've heard of a really good way to forget about the taste, trust me!"

Hinata suspiciously considered the smirk on Naruto's facing, getting into a staring contest with him. It wasn't that she didn't believe her sunny boyfriend, she just was unsure of what he could be planning. Her resolve gave out a few seconds later as her traitorous lungs let out a cough; and Naruto let out a huge grin, cracking open the seal of the bottle.

"This will be painless," he teased, handing over the medicine. She took it from his hand, hesitating for a second before tipping back her head and downing the artificially purple substance.

She grimaced as the fake taste hit her, considering how it was, in fact, no different than normal. Until, that is, her boyfriend scooted over and covered her lips with his.

She was lost for a few seconds with his warmth and the unique feeling of his body against hers. It was not until a few seconds later that she was snapped out of her dreamy stupor and scrambled away from him.

"Naruto!" She squeaked, cheeks redding. "I'm sick!"

He leaned back on his hands, grinning. "So?"

"I could get you sick!" She protested.

Naruto chuckled, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand. "I'm indestructible." He joked. "Besides, I got you to forget about that medicine, no?"

Her cheeks darkened even more, and Naruto started laughing even harder. "Don't sweat it Hinata, just sit back and relax and let me take care of you." He said, standing to pop in the first Disney movie.

He really was a great guy, Hinata noted from her blanket burrito. Her eyes were drawn the the edge of his shirt as it ran up his back when he reached up to put the movie in. Delicious, she subconsciously thought, before letting off an embarrassed noise and burrowing herself even tighter into her blankets.

Naruto was soon right by her, gently pulling back to corners of the blankets to see her face. "Hinata, don't die on me here," he teased. "Everything okay?"

She tried to not breathe on him. "Naruto, I'm sick." She emphasized.

"I kinda got that part." His cerulean eyes looked curiously back at her for her point.

"But Naruto." She struggled for words. "Germs!"

"Oh, they don't scare me." He said, starting to take the loose blankets around her and moving the furniture in her living room. "Stand up for one second, please" he prompted.

Hinata did so, watching as he quickly took her assemble blankets and built a blanket fort in her living room. She helped, putting pillows down on the floor and securing corners he had been a bit too hasty with.

It wasn't long at all until a blanket fort was constructed, and Naruto dragged her down to lay with him. Hinata was about to protest, but she couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips after she fell onto him. Snuggling into his chest, she thought how maybe she could be selfish for just a few more minutes.

Naruto broke the silence a bit later into the movie. "Hey Hina," he muttered, and she felt every syllable rumble out of his chest, "I like your outfit."

She had forgotten it in her rush to dispose of her trash, but this morning she hadn't really dressed for company. She wasn't wearing pants, actually; just an old oversized sweatshirt she had stolen from Naruto.

"Oh, I'm sure you do." She retorted; and who knows, maybe cough medicine makes her seem more adventurous, because she silences any future retorts by him by putting his mouth where she really likes it the most, on hers.

He was quick to respond, wrapping his hands around her shoulders. She sighed as his tongue danced with hers, threading her fingers through his hair. He smiled against her lips, rolling her underneath him. He supported his weight with one arm by her face, and the other slipped gently under the hem of her sweatshirt.

She let off a moan, arching her back into him and lightly biting his lip. He groaned, and she took advantage of her hold to flip them over and straddle his waist.

"I thought we were going to watch a movie, she teased.

Naruto growled, "Oh no you don't, get back here."

Needless to say, the movie was forgotten.

Later, Hinata would reflect on how she thought the world would be a better place if everybody could have blanket forts and sleepy kisses and people to tangle up with. She also wasn't too surprised when Naruto called her the next day sick, it turns out the great Naruto Uzumaki isn't immune to germs after all.

this was for narootos, I hope you're feeling okay man.