How sad and dreary it is. It's raining outside, your apartment is a little dark, and even the open curtains barely was lighting your room. You sniffle from time to time, wrapping yourself in a blanket a little more. Your hands and nose were already frozen while you were desperately trying to keep warm. You were staring out the window, watching the drops trickle down your window.

Sad, dreary, as I said at the beginning. It's great weather to get depressed.. and get sick. So far, only one of these two cases has been completed. Get sick.

You didn't even see how many messages were sent to you. Mom, dad, friends, class group .. and Keiji. You would've already blown up if you saw that Keiji had texted you and that he was going to come to you, but you were just lying there and your phone was lying alone on your desk.

Click.

Did the door just open? Some kind of sounds.. and footsteps.

Who is it?

Keiji. Your lovely boyfriend.

He came with a bag with something inside, coming into your room.

"The door wasn't locked," oh. "but I closed it, next time make sure the door is locked." he said in his typical calm, serious, but pleasant voice. You suddenly felt warmer. But only inside.

The bag landed on a small shelf near your bed, and Keiji himself landed on the edge of your bed. He could tell by your sniffling that you probably had a cold. Not surprising. It's been raining and raining for the last few days. His palm pressed against your forehead, checking your temperature. "Your face is hot. You really caught a cold."