One day she really was going to teach her sensei to stop overworking himself every. single. battle. He'd kill himself from chakra exhaustion if he weren't careful. It was surprising sometimes he hadn't. Sometimes she worried he didn't care if he did.
Occasionally she worried he wanted to.
She sighed as she looked over his vital signs, resisting the urge to peek under the carefully arranged sheet while he slept. Someone in this hospital knew what was under the sheet covering his face…but it wasn't her.
Eventually though, it would be her her turn.
Eventually.
She pursed her lips a moment, thoughtful, then leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. "Don't kill yourself before I get my turn."