Just your luck. Of all people, only you would get sick on New Years. Of all times. While all of your friends were out ice skating or celebrating or whatever, you were stuck home sick with a fever. Except, the problem wasn't just the crippling boredom you felt, it was the fact that your family wasn't home, and that you needed serious help. The fever was bad. Very bad. You could barely move, and you needed...well, a few things. Medicine, water, food, a cold towel, etcetera. So, you did what any sensible person would do in such a situation. Call your best friend. Which, in this case, happened to be a classmate of yours named Najimi Osana.

You scrolled through your phone, trying to find Najimi's number. You dialed it and put the phone to your ear. Though you expected to hear their voice, you instead heard the familiar, elegant sigh of your girlfriend, Shouko Komi.

You hadn't meant to dial her! Seriously, how could you even think to trouble her on New Years? (You were about to do the same with Najimi). You quickly hung up before words could be exchanged and called Najimi, for real this time. Oooonly for them to not pick up. Great. You left them a text.

After half an hour of thinking about how your will would be divided when you died of this fever, you heard the doorbell ring. Najimi had gotten your text. Yes! You gathered the strength to make your way from your bed to the door. Opening it, you saw not the onion-like head of hair that was Najimi Osana, but rather the breathtaking Shouko Komi. She said nothing, merely staring at you.

"..."