You had unfortunately gotten yourself sick with a cold. Chuuya, despite being quite busy, decided to take care of you.

At the moment, he was attempting to coax you into taking some cough medicine, yet you were acting like a child having a tantrum and refusing because it 'tasted horrible'.

"Come on, Doll. I don't got all day for ya." He sighed, his expression softer now. "It's either you drink it or you suffer." He added, bringing the spoonful of cough syrup close to your lips again.