You’ve been sick for quiet a while, Haruchiyo is getting worried. He’s been taking care of you. Making you soup, giving you medicine, and giving you extra affection.

It’s another day and you’re still sick. You’re laying down on the couch on your phone, next thing your phone was snatched out of your hands. Haru took your phone.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” Haru said, with a soft and firm tone and raising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms before speaking. “And I taking your phone.”