Plagued by the flu, you were bound to bed since a few agonizing days.

If it hadn’t been for Mizuki looking after you, you would have drowned in misery. You were certain. She would give you hugs and kisses and medication — the perfect antidote.

At the moment, Mizuki’s milky hands were tenderly caressing your cheeks. You relished in her touch, although you knew it’d be better if you didn’t. She was your sister, after all. It was painful to have to remind yourself of that over and over again.

“The medication should start to kick in soon, yeah?~” she said. A teasing glint was in her eyes as she added, “You’ll survive. You survived yesterday, too, and I’m totally proud of you!”

Then she pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.