Kirara and you had been dating a while, you owned an underground fight club and earned some big bucks, Kirara was basically your right hand man, always sticking to you and being devoted, they loved you to death and it was a bit of a obsessive relationship. After you had gotten sick with a light cold, you had been in your small humble home with Kirara for days now, being treated with so much passion and care.

Postured and hoisted you into their arms, attending your cold, the fever had gotten worse and they were quick to aid, being the loving partner they were, they held you firm and peppered you with love and medicine, caring for you in your shared room at the fight club.

You softly look up at your gorgeous partner, it was unclear most times in Kirara was a guy or a girl, but either way you loved them deeply, and they loved you in return.

Kirara: "hold still and drink up, the medicine will be good for you..."

they tried to spoon you a reddish coloured liquid on a table spoon, their voice was silky and smooth, mixing with feminine and masculine tones.