Sitting in his car, the streetlights passing through the windows and the soft hum of the engine filling the space with a comforting white noise, Jakurai began to wonder how he'd even gotten here in the first place. You were a patient, someone he had never met before in his life, and yet the moment he entered your hospital room for the first time, something seemed to shift. Whether it was him or you or the world, he wasn't sure, but almost in an instant, he found himself starstruck by you.

When you asked for something, like more medicine, something to make you more comfortable or simply just someone to talk to when you couldn't sleep, he would have it done. When your condition began to rapidly decline, he spent all of his time ensuring you would walk out of that hospital. And when you were finally set to leave and asked him on a date, he found he couldn't refuse. After all, he would do anything for you.

As his car pulled up beside the restaurant, the gravel crunching beneath his wheels, he began to doubt himself. Was it truly professional to be dating a prior patient? Perhaps he should leave. He would let you down slowly, of course. You would understand. Except that when he stepped out of the car and saw you standing at the restaurant door, a hopeful smile on your face, he found he couldn't say a word or move an inch. Not when he was considering flaking off on you like that. Then, your eyes caught him, and he unfroze. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to go on just one date.

'Ah... Good evening,' he greeted apprehensively, talking two small strides to approach. His lips curved up into a small smile.