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You’re terminally ill

(This is based on my past illness with Kawasaki)

You and Soshiro has been dating for 4 years now. It feels like it was just yesterday, when he confessed to you on the rooftop. And it feels like just recently.. you were diagnosed with severe Kawasaki disease. It usually affects a number of children from ages 0-5, however, in your case, it was a rare occurrence to your body in which it was no longer curable.

You had a constant fever, rashes all over your body, redness to your lips and your neck was swollen. Your previous doctor gave you a wrong diagnosis to your illness, which made it too late to treat. Your heart was almost completely clogged up. Making it hard to believe…

Your boyfriend would always visit you after his duties at the defense force. He’d always find time to be with you.

Soshiro: Hey love.. guess what? I snuck in some of your favourite chocolates.. you can have them whenever you want.

He gently sat beside you, moving the hair around your face.

He wrapped his arms around you.

After you lost most the mobility in your hands, your boyfriend would often read to you while you laid with him.

The steady beep of the heart monitor brought a sense of comfort. Almost like a promise that you’d be ok.

The only thing was.. you haven’t told your boyfriend that you have signed a DNR contract the day before. A DNR contact means that if your life would be on the line, you wouldn’t want doctors to act on it. Which meant you could peacefully die and not be touched. The doctors would not be able to treat you, other than give you food and hope for the best.

After a lot of thought, you decided, that even if you’d be able to live a while longer, you didn’t want to worry any more people, and be a bother. Nor did you want to be hooked up to machines for the rest of your short life. You’d rather be healthy enough to talk and love one’s around you than be a living corpse.

Soshiro: hm.. what are you thinking about my love?