Can you please write a headcanon scenario where kiba's s\o is sick and akamaru and him are always bugging her to see if she's alright also I really love your blog!!! ^^~~
This isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it all the same~
Thanks for reading (´ε｀ )♡
A harsh cough left your body as you popped two pills out from your medicine packet, tossing them back followed by a large sip of water. You grimaced as you felt them go down your inflamed throat. You were about to make your way back to your bedroom, intent on trying to get some sleep when you heard a loud banging noise at your front door, followed by a bark.
Smiling slightly, you shuffled towards your front door, opening it slowly. You felt no shame opening the door clad in only your pyjamas, and you didn’t bother attempting to flatten your hair to look presentable, you already knew who was there.
“Kiba, I told you that you didn’t have to come round. I’m okay-“
"You don’t look okay,” Kiba’s eyes were looking you up and down, assessing how bad your illness was, you shuffled from one leg to the other as you tried to look less sick than what you were feeling.
“I’m fine, honestly. I don’t want to make you sick,” You smiled slightly as Akamaru nudged his nose under your hand in an attempt to get you to pat him on the head. You reached down and ruffled both his ears before moving round to squeeze his cheeks gently. Akamaru’s tongue flopped out happily as he enjoyed your attention, his tail wagging rapidly. You had to pull away to cover your mouth in a harsh cough, your shoulders shaking as you tried to stop it.
“That’s it, we’re coming in,” Kiba barged passed you into your home, making his way towards your kitchen. You were nearly knocked over as Akamaru bounded in behind him, your body pressed against the wall.
“Kiba, I’m fine. Honestly-” Your voice was raspy as you followed the pair into the kitchen, watching Kiba as he moved straight for your mug, placing it down beside your kettle as he chucked a tea-bag into it.
“Like hell you’re fine. You’re sick.” He gave you a pointed look while leaning back against your kitchen counter, crossing his arms, “I’m not gonna leave you like this.”
“Kiba, I can make myself tea.” You mused, smiling slightly as he waited for your kettle to boil.
“The point is you shouldn’t have to make it yourself, you’re sick. Akamaru and I will look after you."
Your mind wandered back to the last time Kiba and Akamaru looked after you when you were unwell, and the amount of time it took you to clean your entire house, wincing slightly at the memory. You were pulled from your thoughts by Kiba wrapping an arm around you loosely and guiding you towards your living room. The TV was playing quietly in the background, and there was a large box of tissues on the coffee table.
"Akamaru, go and get Y/N’s blanket from her bed,” Akamaru barked happily as he bounded towards your stairs, making his way towards your bedroom.
You smiled slightly as Kiba brought you towards the couch, sitting you down on it and forcing the mug of tea into your hands. He watched you carefully as you held it between your hands, cherishing the warm feeling of it between your fingers.
“It’s too hot to drink now,” You reasoned when he looked down at you expectantly.
Kiba sat down beside you and wrapped an arm around you gently, watching as you sipped the warm liquid, being careful not to burn your tongue.
“You’re gonna get sick, again.” You rolled your eyes as Kiba pressed a kiss to your temple.
“I’ll be fine-”
“You always say that, and you always get sick after.” You laughed slightly, although making no effort to move from Kiba’s warm embrace, Kiba shrugged his shoulders and held you to his side tightly.
“Have you been sleeping?” Kiba noticed the slight bags underneath your eyes and he brushed his calloused finger across one gently.
“Not really, it’s hard to breathe.” You murmured, sniffing for emphasis.
Kiba took the mug of tea out of your hands and placed it on the table beside your couch, before laying back on it, resting his head on the arm. He tugged you down beside him, so you were resting with your head on his chest. Akamaru returned from your room moments later, tugging your large duvet along with him in his mouth.
“Thanks, boy~” Kiba took it from him, flinging it over you both before settling down, his breathing evening out as he let himself relax beside you. Akamaru ambled over you clumsily as he settled himself on the couch on top of your duvet. The three of you ended up being a mess of limbs as you felt your eyes become heavy, sleep threatening to take over you. You felt Kiba press a gentle kiss on your forehead as you drifted to sleep.
Needless to say, Kiba’s coughing woke you up the next morning as you lifted your head from his chest to see him rubbing his eyes, his nose slightly red.
“Don’t even say it,” He sniffled.
“I told you so~”