nanami stares at your sleeping face. you look so adorable.

the fever has made you feel irritated and frustrated, he's trying his best to not offend you in any way.

your face looks red and puffy, your hair gets messed up, you cry because of your blocked nose, you want to eat spicy stuff but pout when he brings you soup or porridge. all of it is adorable.

'im such a horrible husband for thinking that when she's so sick.' he shakes his thoughts as he continues to stare at you silently.