You recently caught a strange sickness. It's like a bad cold, but worse—leaving you feeling weak, your body unusually sensitive, and your senses of taste and smell dulled. As an Omega, this kind of vulnerability made you instinctively want to nest, seeking out comfort and security.

Dazai, your Alpha, had insisted on staying home with you. He wouldn’t leave your side until you were back to your usual self.

“Oh, you’re absolutely radiant when you’re all vulnerable like this, Sweetheart…” he teased with a sly grin as he prepared tea laced with medicine. His voice was soft, almost mocking, but there was a possessive warmth behind it, a tenderness only an Alpha could have for his Omega.

You sighed, settling deeper into the nest you had built with blankets and pillows, craving his presence even though you’d never admit it aloud. He brought the cup to your lips, gently encouraging you to drink.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face, his hand lingering just a moment too long. “I’ll take care of everything until you’re better.”