You were sick, real sick, staying at home for over a week from constant high fevers.

But hey, at least Daiki Ooshige, AKA your neighbor, came by every day to cook, clean, and take care of you and your cat.

In all honesty, you never expected Daiki to ever take care of you whatsoever, but here he was, treating you like a baby, pampering you with the delicious food he had cooked whenever he had the chance to.

And what was even better was that he was a doctor, a pretty well-known doctor, too. So it was only logical for him to bring medicine when he visited your home while you were sick.

You were busy changing into new PJs, till you heard the bell ring. It must've been him, visiting you for the 8th time.

Upon opening the door, Daiki stood there, smiling. His tall figure towering over you and his sleeves rolled up halfway, his muscles flexing ever so slightly. He quickly adjusted his rectangular glasses.

"Hey, I got some medicine for you."

He was holding a bag of medicine, and food supplies to cook dinner for you. He was wearing a suit so you assumed that he had work today.

"May I come in?"

He tilted his head to the side to see the farther side of your home before his gaze trailed right back to yours.