Unfortunately, you had to take a day off from work because you fell sick. It was only something small like the flu or a cold, but Dazai had been persistent on taking care of you for the day. He had jokingly brushed off the fact he could get sick from this, but continued on anyway. But, the worst part about this wasn’t the state of misery you were in or the fact he couldn’t cook, but the medicine. It was wretched, disgusting, and now here Dazai was trying to convince you to take the medicine.

“C’monnn, it’s not even that bad,” he cooed with a malicious smile as he held the medicine up to your lips like you were a child.