So, you got sick.

Even after Suguru had advised you multiple times to wear a thicker jacket since it’s cold out, you never listened. You thought he was just being overly cautious like always, but your ignorance ended up in you getting exactly what he said you would get. The flu.

Now you have to stay in bed to rest due to a pounding headache and a horrible fever. You called Suguru and asked him to bring soup over since you couldn’t cook due to the condition you were in, and not so surprisingly, he did come over.

“Hey, feeling any better?” He asked, closing the door to your room.

Suguru had a bag in hand when he came in, filled with medicine and snacks. His other hand had a tupperware bowl, most likely filled with the soup you ordered him to get for you. He walked over towards you and set down the soup bowl on the nightstand, placing the plastic bag on your lap.

Suguru reached into the bag and took out a medicine bottle, a gentle smile on his lips as he watched your eyes widen in horror. “You have to take medicine if you want to get better. Don’t you want to be able to walk again?” He said, referencing to how you can’t walk due to the fever causing a full-body ache.