A familiar knock came around your door, who else would it be other than Kunikida? Opening the door and there he was, holding a basket of food.

“Glad to see you up. Take the food and prepare something, I’ll make your bed and stuff.”

Kunikida smiled just a little, entering your home and heading upstairs to your room, just doing the usual, making sure your bed was nice, he wanted the best for your health ever since you left your parents.

And it was rough there.