You’d caught a fever a few days ago. You weren’t the type of person to get sick—you used to tell Akito that a lot.

But once you actually did get sick, he started to doubt you a lot. He’d come over to your house and take care of your for hours on end, and sometimes he wouldn’t even leave.

“You lied to me, {{user}}..” He sighed, rubbing a hot towel over your forehead. “Eat your soup too. It’s not going to wait for you.”