Well, actually, this fanfic was not originally my own idea. It was inspired by PerfectMisfit, who just happened to randomly mention this idea a few weeks ago. Originally, we thought of making this a collab, but she had other things going on, so I shamelessly published this under my name.

The entire chapter is my own creation, but I would definitely have not gotten the idea or inspiration to write this without her so for that, profuse thanks, and also, I'm grateful that she's being kind enough and not making any fuss when I claimed this story. Thank you so much PerfectMisfit.

Carry on with the story.

Cough cough cough.

Frowning, the music student pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth as the deep sounds left his throat. Probably just a little tickle in his throat. He had never been sick in his whole life, except for that one time when his kindergarten class had faced an epidemic of chicken pox. But he had the satisfaction in knowing that he had been the first to recover from it and return to school in a record of only 8 days.

Cough cough cough.

This time, it was louder, and he also brought up a considerable amount of phlegm into his handkerchief. All in all, it couldn't be anything serious. It was probably a bug that was going around school. He would be fine. If there was anything he had built up immunity to, apart from his fan girls, it was the tendency to fall ill.

Cough cough COUGH.

The last cough had him stopping in the hallway and closing his eyes at the force with which he had coughed.

"Yunoki sama, are you all right?"

Straightening, he looked to his side and saw the three trusted girls of his guard.

Still managing a princely smile, Azuma said, "Yes, I'm fine. I've probably caught something that's going around school."

All three girl exchanged looks of unified sympathy.

"Our poor Maestro. Some of these students have no consideration and just pass on their microbes everywhere. If someone else gets sick, it doesn't matter, they're not important or anything, but what if our Yunoki sama falls ill?" asked the leader of the group.

"Oh, it's horrible to imagine!" chorused the other two, dramatically covering their faces with their arms.

"Now now, I'm fine, but thank-cough- you for your-cough- concern. Now I had better head to class. You three go on, I wouldn't want you to be delayed getting to class on my account."

"KYAAH! Can anyone be any more selfless than the Maestro? We shall not fail you, come on girls, let's see who can get to class fastest!"

With that, the Yunoki guard sprinted down the hall. Azuma shook his head at the trio. He covered his mouth again as another cough forced its way up his windpipe. What was wrong with him?

He continued to walk, pausing every few seconds to respond to his body's ridiculously annoying reflex action of having to cough. Just why was he coughing anyway? Why does one feel the need to cough? To get rid of something that's foreign to the body, according to his bio book. So what bloody foreign object did he have that his body was trying to get rid of so determinedly?

He gulped, trying to cool down the hot feeling in his trachea, only to find that he now felt discomfort while doing so. Experimentally, he gulped again, and found it more painful to swallow air. Was this due to talking with the Yunoki guard? It had to be. Because he, Azuma Yunoki, never suffered from sore throats.

He walked into class and took his respective seat. A few moments later, the seat next to his was occupied by his best friend.

"Yunoki, what's up with you?" asked Kazuki, peering into his friend's face.

"You look tired. Are you sick?"

"No, I-cough cough- am not sick."

"You look sick. Look at you, your nose is red, and your eyes are all watery."

"I'm fine-cough-Hiha-cough-Hihara."

He coughed again, and felt disgusted when snot threatened to drip from his nostrils. This was so not considered 'princely'. He folded his phlegm-covered handkerchief into a quarter and blew his nose. The human body was considered to be the greatest creation of all. Whoever the hell had said that obviously hadn't yet discovered the disgusting body fluids that are produced in it.

"Yunoki, are you sure-"

"Cough. Yes Hihara, I'm FINE."

Azuma stressed the last word for emphasis and covered his mouth with his snot-covered handkerchief. Disgusted, he pulled it away. Sympathetically, Kazuki reached into his pocket and offered his handkerchief to his cough plagued friend. Gratefully, Azuma took it and discarded his wet and body-fluid covered handkerchief into his blazer pocket, making a mental note to throw this particular blazer for dry cleaning the second he got home.

His mathematics teacher entered the room and took his position by the board. Azuma rubbed at his watery eyes with the back of his hand and tried to focus. His desk was just in the third row, but he was finding it difficult to concentrate. Maybe he needed glasses? That would be it. Because Azuma Yunoki did not suffer from watery eyes caused due to a cold which he knew he didn't have.

And why was it so damn hot today? He loosened the neckerchief at his collar and pushed away his hair. Though the contents of the window to his right claimed that it was rather cloudy today, and that the temperature was nothing but normal, he knew nature could be tricky; his own natural mind was trying to fool him into believing that he was sick, wasn't it? It was hot outside, not just inside. Okay, so his fellow classmates seemed completely unaffected by the apparent increase in humidity, but that was their preference, right? There was no way possible that he was the only one feeling hot right now, because Azuma Yunoki did not suffer from a fever caused by an illness which he knew he didn't have.

As the class progressed, he found it becoming difficult to pay attention to the monotonous tone of his teacher's voice.

Just a little rest, his conscience whispered, and he closed his eyes and laid his head on the desk.

No one will get the wrong idea. I'm a model student after all. They'll know I'm just taking a break. Just a few seconds, and I'll get back to the problem.

His few seconds deepened into a very deep sleep that effectively maintained a grip over him for the span of the entire class.

"What's happened to Yunoki kun?" asked his math teacher, looking at the sleeping head of purple hair on the desk.

Kazuki raised a hand to offer an explanation.

"It's very simple sir. He's sick."

The quiet atmosphere of the classroom was punctuated by the sound of whispers.

"Yunoki sama? Sick?"

"He's never been sick, right?"

Why was there so much chatter around him? Had class ended early? Blearily, Azuma opened his eyes and raised his head, feeling slightly confused when he realized that all eyes were on him.

"Are you all right?" questioned his teacher.

"Isn't it obvious that he's sick sir?" asked Kazuki.

"I am NOT-ach-choo!"

Azuma quickly brought up the handkerchief to his nose.

With a grin, Kazuki cheekily said, "I told you so."

Yeah, sick Yunoki. PerfectMisift wanted to read a fanfic where he was sick since no one had done the idea yet.

A huge round of applause for PerfectMisfit please, for her creative mind. I merely decorated the cake with the icing, whilst she actually baked the main portion of it.

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