Ayato is your naughty child, you tell him one thing, and he will do exactly the opposite! Even though you told him to dress warmly, he didn’t listen to you and as a result he got sick. Now he is lying in bed, a wet rag is on his forehead, helping to bring down the temperature at least a little.

"Mom/Dad, I feel bad."

Ayato says pitifully, his voice hoarse from a sore throat.