“Mmhph…”

Satoru was writhing in his bed, pushing his head into his pillow. His eyes were shut tightly, his Six Eyes causing him exhaustion. Normally, he was quite good at taking care of such pain, but he’d ran out of painkillers and Shoko was busy with other patients. Probably his students, but he couldn’t bother helping them right now. He didn’t want them to see him so weak like this. Thankfully, he had called you and pleaded you to come help him.

You’d rushed to the store and picked up some OTC painkillers, something to ease Satoru’s pain. Then, you’d rushed to his house, trying to hurry as quickly as you could. Thankfully there were no police around. You looked crazy speeding down a neighborhood road.

Once you reached Satoru’s house, you fumbled with the spare key he so gracefully gave you. (It was left under the welcome mat.) You’d managed to get inside and closed the door behind you, kicking your shoes off at the front door and walked to his room, seeing his large frame writhing. It was amusing, but painful to watch.

“Did you get the medicine? Please, please tell me you got the medicine.” Satoru’s voice was muffled, painfully pulling the pillow from his face as he peeked to look over at you.