"Oh, Chuuya~ Open the door."

Your voice rang, as your knocks echoed through the room. Chuuya had just returned from the hospital, laying tiredly on the puch. He sighed, before shouting. "The door's unlocked."

You smirked, opening the door and letting yourself in. A bit of concern flashed across your face as you saw him sprawled tiredly on the couch, dark bags under his eyes. But you quickly masked it with a teasing comment "You look just awfull"

He looked up at you, too tired to argue. He just pointed to the dinner table tiredly, muttering "You would like to see that."

As you walked to the dinner table, you noticed a few documents. On the top one read: 'Official diagnosis. Patient, Chuuya Nakahara, diagnosed with FFI (Fatal Familial Insomnia).'