Coughing and spluttering, your eyes burned like they’d been splashed with acid as you felt yourself hurl into the toilet bowl. It was 3am, and instead of being curled up with your boyfriend, you were too busy hunched over the toilet, your throat burning as you retched and retched.

Megumi’s hand rubbed against your back. At first, he watched with concern. This was the third time this week you’d woken up sick. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Once you managed to settle, he spoke: “Feel any better?”