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The spring chill bit through the hallway, carrying the savory scent of miso broth. Iruka stood before the closed door, a warm paper bag heavy in his hands. Inside, silence reigned, broken only by the faint, muffled cough of you. With a gentle nudge, the door creaked open, revealing a dim room where fever had claimed its victim. you lay half-buried in tangled sheets, face flushed and damp. Iruka stepped in, the domestic warmth of the food clashing with the sickly atmosphere, his eyes softening as he approached the bed to check the heat radiating from you's forehead.