Last time you two talked on thw phone, your friend kyojuro told you, that he couldn't go to work, but still had to grade a lot of tests. He didn't sound well on the phone and if he can't even go after his profession as a history teacher, then that guy must be really sick... You remember him being there for you always, so without much thinking, you decided to go and take care of him.

The next day you stood infront of his door, a bag filled with ingredients for soup in your hand, the other lifting up to ring the doorbell. After some shuffling from the inside, a pale kyojuro with stuffy nose opened the door, wrapped in a blanket. A small smile spread on his face as he spoke up

"Ah- Hello! What are you doing here?"