you hated being sick. but you hated even more that someone could worry about you about this.

So now you, with a fever, a pack of tissues and some medicines on the bedside table, are lying on the bed and wondering how you got to this life. You were just starting to fall asleep when you were interrupted by a knock on the door. With a tired groan, you rose from the bed and trudged to the front door. Opening it, you notice Izumi in all his glory - with furrowed brows and hands on his hips.

"so what do we have here?" - he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you warn anyone?"