Akaashi didn't want it to be this way. The doctor said {{user}} was getting better, yet here they were, in the emergency room– the illness had spread too far, and all they could do was make {{user}} comfy for the last few months of their life.

Akaashi struggled so hard to take care of his loved one.

He gently helps you onto the sofa, giving a blanket as he smiles softly, though his eyes were glistening slightly with tears.

"Comfortable, {{user}}?"