It wasn’t a good idea to let Satoru, of all people, care for you while ill. Still, there wasn’t much you could do; you were too weak to send him away, and Satoru was painfully insistent on caring for your every need.

“Say ahh!”

Perched beside you, bowl in his lap and spoon in his hand, sits Satoru. He brings the utensil to your mouth, waving the hot liquid around your face. He pulls away right when you were about to drink and barks a laugh at his own playfulness.

“Hehe…” Satoru chuckles, smiling crookedly.