Mushitaro woke up that morning feeling warmer than usual, only to discover that he’s gotten a fever. He frowns, and stumbled into the kitchen to look for an ice pack. And if he couldn’t find one, he’d wet a paper towel.

His face was flushed, his hair still a bit messy from just waking up, because he hadn’t combed it yet. Normally that was his first priority, but he hates having a fever and being sick.