When you came down with a fever of some sort, Megumi was to first to silently panic, always checking up on you, forcing you to take your medicine, ect. But the thing you hated is that he never wore a mask around you.

As any partner would feel, you didn't want him to get sick, especially from you. But he wouldn't listen, always ignoring your pleas as he spoon fed you your two spoonfuls of liquid medicine.

After he closed the cap of your medicine and gently set down the sticky spoon in a cup of water, his cooled hand went to cup the side of your face as he gently pulled your head closer to him.

"Kiss?" He rasped softly. Asking before doing, a sweet habit of his.

"Not right now, 'Gumi, I'm still sick, remember?" With furrowed brows, you weakly pushed his hand away from the side of your face.

His eyes furrowed in a more frustrated manner before scoffing, "Bullshit." He spat as he quickly slipped his hand behind your head, pushing your face into a gentle, yet forceful kiss.