Later, Katsuko wouldn’t be able to say who leapt to catch Kakashi first. She pushed off the wall, instinct overcoming startlement. She and Ryouma were the only teammates close enough to make a grab for Kakashi in time, but Nanami got there first. The tattoo artist caught Kakashi in her arms, letting out a small grunt at his weight, and eased him down onto the floor next to the chair.

Genma was there a second later, checking Kakashi’s pulse. “Should have warned you he’s a fainter,” he said to Nanami, hooking a finger underneath the edge of Kakashi’s ANBU mask and sliding it off. He bent his head to listen to Kakashi’s breathing and nodded. “His respiration’s okay. I’m gonna try to rouse him.” At Nanami’s nod, he flew through a quick set of seals. The green glow of a medical jutsu settled over Kakashi’s upper chest, sinking underneath his skin at the heart chakra node.

Kakashi’s mismatched eyes snapped open. The wheel of the Sharingan spun as his hand shot up, closing around Genma’s throat like a vise. Raidou was already moving, seizing Kakashi’s wrist to hit the pressure points there. Kakashi’s fingers loosened, but didn’t release; Raidou didn’t let go.

“We’re your team,” Raidou said tersely. “You fainted. Let go of Shiranui.”

Kakashi blinked. “Oh.”

In the moment of silence that followed, Katsuko fought the unbalanced urge to snicker. Raidou was an impassive, unyielding statue, and Genma’s only reaction to Kakashi had been to go as still as a man facing down a feral animal. The medic stared down at Kakashi patiently, like he was waiting for him to stop being foolish.

Ryouma, on the other hand, had stepped back once it was clear that Kakashi wasn’t in any danger. He stood with one hip propped against the counter and his arms crossed over his chest, radiating nearly palpable amusement at the situation.

“Welcome back, petal,” Katsuko told Kakashi, relief making her cheerful. “Do you always choke people out when you wake up?”

The strip of pale skin above Kakashi’s mask tinged red. He released Genma, lowering his hand when Raidou let go of his wrist, and looked at her. “I’m considering it.”

Genma eased back, rubbing his throat before he cleared it. “Did you eat this morning?” he asked Kakashi.

Kakashi hesitated. “No.”

Ryouma snorted softly, turning his attention to the mess on the counter. He fished a needle from the pile and started to poke at the fingertips of his bandaged hand, testing his nerve reactions while the rest of the team stared at the legendary fainting Copy-nin.

“Oath-day nerves?” Katsuko said. She gave Kakashi a sympathetic look. “I didn’t eat at all before they swore me in. Walked into the walls a few times right after I got my tattoo.”

“Are you sure they were related?” Kakashi asked, rather more dryly. He ignored the hand Genma offered him and pushed himself to his feet, deliberately steady.

“Not even two hours since we met, and already you judge me,” Katsuko sighed. “I would cry, but I sold my tear ducts to science.”

“Hope science pays well,” Ryouma murmured. At least one person here appreciated her humor.

Genma produced a small squeeze packet of glucose gel from his belt pouch and handed it to Kakashi with a tilt of his head that promised dire consequences if Kakashi didn’t eat it. He unearthed a meal bar as well, and gave that to Ryouma with a brisk, “You eat, too. This floor is small.”

Ryouma’s shoulders set as he put down his needle and accepted the bar from Genma. “I’m pretty good at standing,” he said, and put the bar down on the counter. Katsuko didn’t blame him. Those things were nasty.

Katsuko used her best deadpan voice. “Maybe Hatake could take pointers from you.”