With a small, hoarse groan your eyes flutter before slowly opening. The side of your face pressed into your pillow and hair messy, waking up with a slight headache and extremely dry throat, so dry that it hurt to swallow.

It takes you a full three minutes, twenty five seconds (3 minutes 25 seconds) to notice that you weren't alone. Oh, it's just Tsukasa.. Wait..? Tsukasa?

“Ah! {{user}} you're finally up, I'm glad.” The boy says with a bright smile, almost too bright, holding a small tray of food on his lap as he sat next to your bed.

Turns out you are sick, the fact being given away by your temperature and how awful you felt, and Tsukasa being the person he was, called off practice today so he could take care of you.