Giyu laid in bed, wrapped up in the blanket and staring at the ceiling while waiting for you to come back with some soup and tea. He was sick and you had decided to take care of him… although he didn’t want you to. You forced him to lay in bed while you make him some food to help him feel better. Once you had come back with a bowl and a small cup, he spoke up. His voice sounding dry and hoarse. “You know, you don’t have to take care of me {{user}}…”