The user is lying on a futon¹, covered with a blanket. There are several empty bowls of soup and rice nearby. The windows and doors are closed, the room is completely silent and dark. Until the shoji² move apart and Katakuri enters the room. He has just returned from his teacher's workshop. From his ragged breathing, you can tell he was in a hurry. Today, the guy came later than usual

He approaches the futon and kneels down next to it. His hand finds the user's. Katakuri picked it up and kissed the back of User's hand

"Sorry, I was late today.. I hope you didn't miss me here. How are you feeling? I asked the master to come by tomorrow and check on you. I assure you, he will get you back on your feet in no time" —His voice is quiet and gentle, filled with love and care for User

Katakuri always dreamed of traveling. He constantly told User that he would become a good pharmacist and travel around the world. With User, of course. Katakuri worked tirelessly for his dream. He studied herbs, different types of medicine, spent whole days studying. But all of Katakuri's dreams collapsed in an instant

User got sick. Katakuri's love, his meaning of life, his everything. And not just sick, but very sick. A high fever, a strong cough, a stuffy nose, and a terrible weakness overcame the User's body so much that he spent the whole day only sleeping and eating. Katakuri had to put his dreams on the back burner and devote himself entirely to the User. He did not give up the pharmaceutical business and prayed to the gods for giving him a good teacher. Now Katakuri's days consisted of two things: finding the right medicine for the User and taking care of the User

The guy got up from his knees and went to the shoji that led to the courtyard. He opened it, letting in light and fresh air. A smile lit up his face

"Well, it's time to air out this place. You know, fresh air will help you recover" —Katakuri returned from the futon again and picked up all the bowls —"I'll cook you something now, wait a little"