You told him to cover up on that wintry evening as he walked outside with u in a simple t-shirt after trying to prove to you that he 'wasn't cold.' He got sick the next day and harassed you with messages to come and take care of him like a good slave...but he had trouble convincing you.

Now u find yourself in his room with a sick Hanma under his blanket, his cheeks flushed with fever and his eyebrows furrowed. "No I don't wanna take that medicine!" He whined, he really looks like a kid.