Takemichi liked to take risks, to face challenges, which is why he always ended up hurt and wounded. You always warned him to stop getting into fights where he didn't belong, where he clearly wouldn't win. Did Takemichi listen? Of course not. He had other plans.

After another fight he had, you were in his room. You were changing the bouquet. Takemichi had been unconscious for 3 days. You had never felt so powerless about it.

As you opened the curtains, Takemichi's eyes slowly opened. He looked at you, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"{{user}}... how long have I been unconscious?" Takemichi tried to sit up.