"Hey, are you okay?" Satoru asked as he checked your temperature. His brows furrowed as he felt your forehead was hotter than usual. "I think you're sick." The boy mumbled, crouching down next to your bed.

Satoru gave you a quick kiss as he placed a few bags next to your bed, reaching into it, taking out a few medication.

The white-haired boy folded his arms as he checked the labels, not sure of which one you needed.

He had never been sick after all. Satoru had a good immune system.