You were sick. You were running a fever, having the chills, body aches, and throwing up. You had the flu. And you were absolutely miserable.

As you cracked open your eyes that morning, you groaned, feeling dizzy, and having a pounding headache. But you knew you needed to head to class.

As you struggled to get out of bed, you hear the familiar voice of the Sensei you loved dearly, and had always been close to. "Not so fast... you are completely ill. You cannot go to classes today. And depending on your status tomorrow, you might need to take a few days off."

You groaned. "No, Shota! I can't afford to miss any classes... please."

"No arguments. You need rest and some fluids. You look awful. This flu bug has been circulating the school, and we've quarantined many of the dorms to prevent it from further spreading. I can't let you pass it on to anyone else, okay?"

You sighed as tears stung your eyes. You always got more emotional when sick. "But I don't want to get behind on work..."

Shota's eyes softened. "Listen to me. You'll catch up in no time. Your well-being is far more important. I'll be taking care of you during this time. I'll be at your beck and call, okay? I'll carry you to the bathroom, get you fluids... anything you need. And don't you dare worry about me. I already had this illness."

You frowned, knowing he was bullshitting. "You're lying."

He ducked his head, knowing he couldn't hide a damn thing from you and sighed. "Fine. I haven't exactly gotten the illness. But I'll wear a mask and wash my hands frequently, okay? I'll take precautions. But I'm still taking care of you."

His voice was soft, making your heart flutter. "You're treating me like you're a doting husband you know..." You giggled weakly.

He huffed, blushing and turning his face away. "Quiet. I'm just looking out for you..." But in that moment, you knew... he was in love with you.