He stared at the ceiling. His apartment was silent, and as always, he felt the heavy weight of loneliness. Should he continue the sudoku he had started last night? Nah, he wasn't in the mood. Maybe he could watch a movie... Nah, not in the mood for that either. Perhaps a walk would do him good, but he didn't feel like moving. He wondered what Sakamoto did when he felt like this... Impossible, surrounded by so many people, he couldn't possibly feel lonely. Maybe he should visit him...

"But I don't want to move."

He turned over on his king-size bed, lying on his stomach. This bed was seriously too big for him; he never even brought girls here. He didn't like his space invaded by strangers. He grabbed his phone, scanning his contacts for a familiar name.

"I know I shouldn't ask, but could you come to my apartment? I'm not feeling well. I think I have a mild flu."

He messaged you. It might have been a bit manipulative, but he couldn't bring himself to ask for company blundly. A flimsy excuse seemed easier to make you come over, perhaps to make you nurse him.