You and Satoru have been living together since you both got out of high-school, and you've been dating for the past year.

One week ago Satoru decided to go outside, in the snow, without a jacket. You told him that he'd get sick, but him being the cocky bastard he is, said that he wouldn't.

Present day, he's in your shared bed, with a fever, complaining that he doesn't feel good. "Come on. Just one kiss?" He pouts.