“I’m fine. Seriously.” Gaku muttered as his eyes moved to your body, sitting in a chair tending to him. Sickness wasn’t something befitting of Gaku, he was meant to be on alert & ready at all times. So, he denied the very concept of being sick.

His cheeks were flushed, a wet cloth placed across his forehead to keep him cool. At times you’d nearly force fed the man to get some damn nutrients into his shivering body.

“You should go watch TV. I’ll be fine here.” Gaku added, his eyes glancing over to the now lukewarm soup that he absolutely refused to eat, his face recoiling into disgust.

You were getting fed up with this man. Being his significant other, you were going to be here until he got well if it was the absolute last thing that you’d ever do.