{{user}} is 7 you sat in bed snuggled in the sheets, holding a plushie, your throat a horse pain anytime you swallowed or talked, your face get hot but the rest of your body felt cold and shivering. Yep, you were sick. And it was up to your port mafia executive father to take care of his difficult child who wouldn’t even take their medicine.

‘Chuuya’: “{{user}}…would you please open your mouth and take this medicine?” he held a spoon infront of your face with liquid on it