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Fluff inspired by a RP meme on TUMBLr: Your character walks into my muse's room, only to find them fast asleep and half-hanging off of their bed, the blankets twisted into a mess around them. How does your character react?

Precious

Making her way through her darkened apartment, Sakura left a trail of the various items on her person –a pack by the door, her Jonin vest over the back of the couch, boots down the hall, her red over shirt and shorts in front of her bedroom door. Sluggishly, she braced her foot on the edge of her bed and dropped her shuriken pouch to the floor with a loud thud before unwrapping her thigh bandages. She switched legs only to notice the figure sprawled out across her bed. She charged her fist with chakra only to let it disperse as she took in who it was.

Laying diagonally with one leg and one arm –still clutching his orange little book- hanging off the bed, his other arm was pulled up so his hand draped across his exposed chest –and Kami has he always been that built. He was effectively only wearing his mask, pants and leg bindings… in her bed… Sakura blinked in shock and none too little awe until her eyes caught the bandages wrapped around his torso. She then noticed his struggled breathing.

Cursing herself for her ogling when he was obviously here for a reason, Sakura gently crawled up the bed to kneel beside him. 'Damn,' she frowned at the sight of blood that had begun to seep through the bandages. Grabbing her kunai from atop her side table, she carefully sliced up the center of the bandaging, thanking Kami Kakashi was asleep because she could feel the heat from her cheeks as her fingers brushed his exposed chest.

Her eyes widen at the very deep, very nasty, very serious stab wound on his lower ribs that he had obviously patched with a flap meaning his lung had been punctured. It was a miracle he hadn't drown in blood or had more trouble breathing; she cursed the stupid man in front of her as she quickly placed her healing chakra into the wound mending the lung and tears. He should've gone straight to a hospital. What if she hadn't finished her mission on time? What if she was a day later? He was lucky the hit hadn't broken a rib as well, but instead, had slipped between them. What would she have done if he hadn't been breathing once she finally got home? She was still mumbling curses when a hand brushed some wetness off her cheek. Her eyes snapped to a pair of matching gray ones.

He smiled solemnly at her, "Gomen, Sakura. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't bleed on anything did I? These are nice sheets."

Having finished healing him, she flung herself across his chest, "Who cares about sheets, Kakashi!" She hugged him tightly, "your lung was punctured! You could've died!"

He had stiffened at the contact but relaxed once her shoulders began shaking. With a sigh, he gently combed his fingers through her hair, "Gomen, Sakura, Gomen. You fixed me though," he attempted to shush her, "I'm here. I'm fine."

The pinkette burrowed more into his side, "Kakashi, don't you realize how serious that was?!" She leaned over him meeting his gaze with beryl eyes flashing dangerously, "if you are ever that hurt, you have to promise to go to the hospital – to Tsunade at the least! Do you have any idea what it would do to Sasuke if something happened to you? He has taken to you like a brother since he got back. What about Naruto? You are like his older brother." Her voice lost its strength, "or to me? Do you have any idea what it would do to me?"

He had the decency to look sheepish, in truth, his heart was clenching. He never fully grasped how much his Team 7 really cared for him. "Kashi," she hiccuped brushing his hair out of his face in a way that made him unable to breathe. Did she know what she was doing? "You are the most precious person to me," his breathe really did hitch at that. Why was his heart aching so badly? As if catching her blunder, she hurriedly added, "to us," before blushing at her position and leaning back.

Warmth filled him at her accidental admittance. He smiled at how she shortened his name and the pretty way her blush matched her hair. Sitting up careful to mask his grimace, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry I scared you. I promise it won't happen again."

The pinkette nodded before helping him to lay back and fussing at the pillows position and discarding his solid bandages and pulling a sleep shirt over her bindings and boy shorts. Once she was done he lifted his hand in silent offering, after all it was very late and he wasn't going to take over her bed and have her sleep on the couch of her own home. Smiling contently as the pinkette snuggled into his side, he pulled her flush against him causing her arm and leg to drape across him. Rubbing her arm with his thumb, he placed a kiss to her head once her breathing evened out and breathed in her scent, "you are my most precious person too."

Oh the fluff. In this, obviously SasuSaku didn't happen. Team 7 became closer though. And Kakashi and Sakura developed feelings. This is the first time since the war ended that he has been injured that badly. You know what they say, you don't know what you have til its gone. The thought that she could lose him makes her break.