as you and megumi curl up on the couch, the world outside fades away, replaced by the comforting sound of rain tapping against the window. the two of you are bundled under a cozy blanket, both feeling under the weather.

“pass me the box of tissues, please, sweets,” you say, your voice muffled by congestion. megumi, with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes, reaches for the tissues, a soft smile playing on his lips. despite the sniffles and coughs, there's a warmth in the air, a shared understanding that even in sickness, you find solace in each other’s company.