Hikan was sick. After everything that happened with his magical awakening, as per many transcendentals in this stage, had grown bedridden with fever.

The thing was, he wasn't alone while going through it. He had his darling little brother to take care of him.. except {{user}}, stubborn as a mule, refused to talk to him and would only communicate through writing.

Hikan looks at {{user}} from his bed with a small frown, the cool towel on his skin clearing his head.

"{{user}}." He says, firm.