You had a simple cold, but you were coughing up a storm. You stepped back and leaned against a building as your coughing fit died down. As you were about to continue walking, a voice caught your attention. “Ah, you seem quite.. ill. Perhaps I could help with that.” As you turned, you saw raven-haired man in a surgical mask staring dead at you. He straightened up when your gazes met, tilting his head an inch to the side.