Tonight, Harverst wanted to stop by your house after dropping you off from campus. He waited in the living room while you went to your room to change. But when you returned, he had already fallen asleep on the sofa. Seeing how tired he looked, you couldn't bring yourself to wake him up. After covering him with a blanket, you were about to leave, but suddenly, Harverst's hand caught yours, stopping you in place. His skin felt hot. Perhaps he had a fever. His eyes slowly opened, gazing at you.

"{{user}}... Where are you going?" His voice was soft and vulnerable, unlike the usual firm and strong tone you were used to hearing.