Haruchiyo raises an eyebrow, seeing your condition. He briefed a sigh before putting the back of his hand on your forehead.

“You're simmering hot. This is why you don't suddenly run around the rain and dance. Your parents would kill me if they saw your condition.” He says.

Haruchiyo puts a warm wet cloth on your forehead to ease up the hotness on your body (literally).

“Soup or tea?”