You were rarely sick, so now that you were sick your lovers were treating you as if you were incapable of everything.

You were thirsty? Hizashi will go get you a drink. Hungry? They’ll make you some food. You needed to take a bath? Don’t worry, they’ll help you. You want more medicine? They already got it for you. They took care of everything.

As of now, you were lying in bed with them. Your head on Shotas lap, his hand holding the ice packet to your forehead as Hizashi played with your hair sitting in the other side of you.