Y/N: 110 Fahrenheit. That's a pretty high fever.

Hasuki: Y-Yeah, I can tell...

It's been about a month since the sports festival. Y/N and Hasuki's relationship has been rather...stagnant. Yeah, Hasuki had been pretty embarrassed over the kiss she shared with Y/N, and had been avoiding any physical contact with him. 

Hasuki: You know...you really don't have...to stay with me...

Y/N grabbed a towel, switching it with the one already on Hasuki's forehead.

Y/N: I wouldn't miss this chance to see you like this. According to Kougi, you're super cute when you're sick like this.

Hasuki: ...

Y/N noticed that Hasuki was finally able to sleep, something that she seemed to not be getting. He sighed, pulling out a manga and leaning on Hasuki's bed. 

About an hour and a half passed with nothing serious happening. Y/N occasionally changed Hasuki's towel, constantly checking if her fever was going down. 

Y/N: Hell no.

Y/N had zero experience in dealing with sick people. Thus, he was going off of the internet for what to do. He had done the cool cloth thing and even made sure to feed Hasuki when she was awake. According to the internet, he had to wipe Hasuki with a cool towel and change her clothes. Now, Y/N wasn't some spinless mc. He knew he could totally wipe and change Hasuki's clothes without being weird about it. But he also knew that if his beloved woke up during that process, he would be royally fucked.  Things were already somewhat tense between them, and getting caught would totally hammer the nail into the coffin. 

Was it worth it? Hell yes. If Y/N were to die, then he would die for a noble cause. 

Y/N looked around Hasuki's room, debating if he should look for clothes she could wear. He decided against it. He quickly ran to his room, grabbing a t-shirt and shorts. He quickly ran back to Hasuki's room. 

You see, while Y/N would accept any punishment given to him for doing this, he wanted to at least limit the damage. Thus, he would take precaution when proceeding. He would try to look as gentlemanly as possible.

(Y/N POV)

I walk back into Hasuki's room to see her sitting up, her hair a mess and her face flushed.

Yep. Kougi was definitely right. 

Y/N: Hey. You feeling better?

Hasuki turns her head towards my direction, eyes barely open.

Hasuki: Not really. My head is...killing me.

Y/N: The medicine should kick in soon. You can go back to sleep after we do this one thing.

Hasuki: Hm?

Y/N: Sorry in advance, but according to wikihow I need to wipe you with a cool towel. 

Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me.

Hasuki: Kay. 

To whatever divine being watching over me. If you exist, thank you.

Hasuki points to a basket in the corner of her room with a towel in it. I grab it and using the bucket of cool water I already had, I drench it. I quickly wring it out. While I did this, Hasuki took off her hoodie that she had on. Luckily, she had enough sense to turn around, only exposing her back. She used her blanket to cover her front.

To whoever posted that info on wikihow, thank you. 

Wait! Don't be weird about this Y/N! You are a gentleme-

Y/N: Pff!!!

I couldn't even think it without laughing. Me? A gentleman? Yeah, no.

Hasuki: Are you gonna start? This is...embarrassing.

Y/N: Ah, yeah. This may be a little cold but bear with it.

I started wiping Hasukis back, making sure not to use to much force. Wouldnt want to scratch up that soft...soft...what was I saying again?

Oh yeah. I was wiping Hasukis back. She was kinda swaying side to side, so I had to hold her straight with my free hand. That's how I can tell her skin is soft as fuck. 

Minutes of silence pass. I quickly finish wiping her back and plan to stop there. 

Hasuki: Hm.

Hasuki brings out her arm. Okay, I guess that's reasonable. 

I wipe around and under her arm, and make sure to keep my attention on the wall. I do her other arm, and can finally breathe.

Hasuki: Now my front.

Wut.

Hasuki lets go of the blanket that covered her front, back still turned. I couldn't see anything, but this was still unexpected.

Hasuki: You said you had to wipe me so I could get better...right?

I take it back wikihow! Curse you!

Y/N: Y-Yeah, I did. But this is a little far.

Hasuki: Oh. So...you're embarrassed?

What! Me? Embarrassed? Hell no! 

Hasuki: You're always so forceful and cool...but you're actually...just an idiot.

Idiot? Where did that come from?

Y/N: You know what? Fine!

I grab the towel, and plan on wiping her stomach and calling it quits.

Hasuki: Nope! Sit...here...

She pats on her bed, and I do so. What I didn't expect was for her to sit in between my legs.

Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard.Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard.

Hasuki: Pro...ceed.

I quickly wipe her stomach, being careful not to go to high.

Y/N: Done!

Hasuki: Hey...

Please no.

Hasuki: Gimme...your hand.

I know where this is going. I need to get a grip on the situation. Wut,

Hasuki: Here...like this.

My hand moved on its own, allowing Hasuki to grab it.

RIGHTY-KUN! YOU BETRAYED ME!

Hasuki: You have to get in there...

Y/N: Ah.

Her...she...soft. 

Hasuki: Feel good?

Y/N: Get up.

Hasuki: Hm?

I pick up Hasuki quickly putting on the shirt I brought for her. I do the same for the shorts. I was easy, as she has no strength to resist. I then tuck her in, not letter her object.

Y/N: Just...go to sleep.

What the hell have I been doing?

Minutes pass, and while I think Hasuki fell asleep, her calling me depicts otherwise.

Hasuki: Y/N...are you mad? Sorry.

Mad? Where did she get that idea from? That was me being sensible.

Y/N: Mad? Never. You were just getting a little...

I don't know what word to use in this instance. Weird? 

Hasuki: Y/N is always teasing Hasuki. I just wanted to...

Revenge huh? I can respect that. I won't lie and say it didn't work, but...

Y/N: That was a little far, for you at least.

Hasuki: It's not just that...I...wanted Y/N to touch me.

Wait. Everything is coming together. 

Y/N: Because we haven't kissed or did anything this past month.

Hasuki nods her head, covering her flushed face with her blanket.

Y/N: If I remember correctly, you were the one who was avoiding me?

Shit! My asshole-ness slipped out! I was in! Why did I say that? Kill me now!

Hasuki: Hasuki was...embarrassed and confused. I didn't want Y/N to think I was needy.

Needy? The hell? Where is all of this coming from? I mean, this could just be her rambling, so I should take it with a grain of salt. But this is an opportunity to get things back on track, so I can't mess this up.

Y/N: One. Being needy to a certain degree is as cute as hell. Two, me thinking your needy wouldn't change the fact that I love you.

Hasuki: Hey...can you come here?

Y/N: Hm?

What is she planning now-

As I lower my head, Hasuki wraps her ar0ms around my neck. This allows her to pull me closer to her, right into her lips. It was kinda sloppy, but she wasn't at 100% so I'll give her that.

We soon separate, and I notice her fever had gone down drastically.

Y/N: Now get some rest, you dunce.

Taking my advice, Hasuki closes her eyes and drifts off into dreamland.

I plan on watching her til its lights out, so I have a few more hours to kill. Ah! I think I left my swap, which I smuggled past the Prefects, in Inudzukas room.

I quietly exit the room, making my way to Inudzukas. It wasn't far, as his room was right under the staircase.

Yes, Inudzuka is Harry Potter confirmed.

I don't think he's in, so I pull out the extra key he gave me.

I gently open the door...

Perusia: Gah!

Inudzuka: Y-Y/N!

Persucia, who was only wearing a shirt, was on top of Inudzuka. Both were bright red.

I spot my swap behind Inudzuka's shelf, where he usually hides it when I lend it to him.

Despite the awkward situation, I walk over to his desk, grab my swap, and head towards the door. Both Inudzuka and Perusia were silent during this process.

Y/N: Sorry for disturbing.

I know there's no way in hell those two would be doing "that," but it's going to be fun to tease them about it.

I close the door, waiting a moment before opening it again. It's only enough so my head is sticking out the side of the door.

Y/N: You got condoms dude? I can get some from my room.

Perucia: J-Just get out!!!

Yeah, today was a good day.