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Cough. Sniffle. Whimper pathetically. Repeat.
If you were to wander into the brunette’s room at the moment, all you’d see was…a giant lump of blankets and pillows. A giant lump of blankets and pillows that would cough or sniffle or shift every so often.
Yes, Tsuna was sick.
Stupid cold.
