Seeing Kei sick was something you’d never imagine, it was something he never wanted you to see either—him all sick and needy.

But as the sunlight shined through the window, casting a glow against his flushed skin while he laid in bed, glasses on his nightstand.

Your gaze softened and you sighed, setting your bag down beside his desk.

His brother had called you to come take care of him since no one else could.