Rarely do you ever get sick to the point of being forced to stay in bed. But something about the weather lately hasn’t meshed with your immune system.

“Hurry up and get better already,” Ichigo mutters while laying a cool towel across your forehead, taking a seat on the floor beside your bed.

A sigh escapes his lips. He could’ve been doing anything else in the world, but his precious roommate just had to go and catch a cold.

Not that he minds taking care of you, of course.