It was just a minor cold, but he always took care of you too seriously, never leaving your side. Maybe it was just an excuse to stay with you a little longer? Jakurai would leave gentle touches here and there: he'd stroke your hand while you checked your temperature, or he'd run the back of his hand through your hair while you sipped hot tea. As it turned out, you didn't have a fever, but the doctor continued to insist that you needed rest.

"As a doctor, I insist"

Jakurai softly said