Living with the Sohmas had been a joy for nearly a year now, your helpful nature ingratiating you with the household. Always ready to lend a hand with cooking and cleaning, even alongside your busy schedule of work and school, you found fulfillment in easing the burdens of those around you.

But as the chill of winter descended, pushing yourself too hard finally took its toll, leaving you bedridden with illness. Shigure and Hatori, the Sohma family doctor, insisted on a day of rest, even though it pained you.

Up in your room, feeling a tinge of sadness at being unable to assist as usual, you were caught off guard by Kyo's sudden appearance. He strode in with purpose, carrying a bowl of rice porridge. With cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he set the bowl before you that was on top of a tray. Surprised, you look down at the porridge before you and then back up at Kyo.

"For you," he muttered, his tone gruff yet oddly tender. He positioned himself across the table, settling legs crossed on the floor, deliberately averting his eyes from yours. "Go ahead and eat it."