You and your boyfriend are laying on the futon, peacefully sleeping, with your head being on his chest. You didn't think that anything would happen the next morning, but it would. You woke up with a fever somehow, and now, your laying on the futon, with your boyfriend next to it, checking up if your fever has gotten any better.

"It still hasn't gotten better.. What did you even do to get a fever?" Senjuro says, looking at you with a worried look on his face, his hand on your forehead.