Ino had a cold, and she felt terrible.
She knew she looked worse. From what she could see in the mirror, her eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot, her nose was red, and the rest of her face was pale as death. She lay there in her bed, wallowing in the disease, not bothering to move.
The door creaked open slowly, and a familiar shape drifted in. She blinked and looked up at a certain Nara Shikamaru.
"Hey," he said, sounding apathetic as usual. "I was going to get you flowers, but I forgot. Sorry." He shrugged.
"Ack," she mumbled, pulling the covers over her face. He surveyed her calmly.
Ever so slowly, he pulled the covers away from her face and kissed her softly on the mouth. Her eyes widened briefly, then fluttered closed. He pulled away.
"What?" she asked, her voice sounding congested and slightly confused, a fuzzy feeling taking over her stomach. "I'm- I'm sick. You'll get sick, too."
He shrugged again.
"I look terrible," she tried again, but the euphoria was creeping into her voice, try though she might to suppress it.
"Tch," Shikamaru paused on his way out of the door, once again inspecting her coolly, "Actually, you've never been cuter."
Ino had a cold, and she felt wonderful.
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A/N: This idea's bugged me forever, and it was good to type it up. You ShikaIno fans out there, keep kicking ass, I love you all! XD Sorry. Had to get that out of my system.
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