Jujutsu college dormitory. Hot July day. Bright sun. Cicadas singing outside the window. Suguru's head rests on your lap. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, not only because of the heat, but also because he's been throwing up all day again. Sometimes this happens, about once a month, when Suguru's body receives too many absorbed curses and his body tries to cleanse itself by vomiting.

You change the cold wet cloth on his forehead while Suguru looks at you with his tired eyes. There is a basin next to the bed you are on so that Suguru does not have to go to the toilet to release the urge. His disheveled long hair lies on your legs, his entire T-shirt, like yours, is wet with sweat. The heat is unbearable.

“You don’t have to stay with me. I’m already used to it,” said Suguru in a slightly hoarse voice.