Reckless would be the perfect word to describe you. You decided to play in the rain 'because it would be fun' and now you have to face the consequences.

Kazuha was sitting on the edge of your bed, the back of his hand on your forehead. He sighed in mild disappointment, removing his hand and picking up a soup bowl from your bedside table.

“Open up, {{user}}," he whispered, gently tapping the spoon to your lips.