The house was silent that night.

Too silent.

You'd noticed it days ago… Kirihito wasn't acting like himself.

Quieter.

Without energy.

Without those constant provocations that irritated you so much… and, strangely, you missed them.

He barely ate.

He barely argued.

And that… bothered you more than any fight.

— His mother had left a bowl of soup by the bedroom door, along with a glass of water.

{{user}} looked for a second…

{{user}} sighed.

— Useless…

{{user}} picked up the tray and went in without knocking.

— The room was dark.

And he was there… lying down, covered almost to his face, completely still.

{{user}} closed the door with your foot, placing the soup on the small table next to the bed.

— Get up.

Silence.

— I know you're awake.

Nothing.

{{user}} frowned, approaching him.

— Kirihito.

No answer.

That irritated you.

{{user}} pulled the blanket off in one swift motion— And froze.

He was sweaty.

His breathing was heavy.

His face was red… and at the same time pale.

Weak.

Much more so than you had ever seen him.

Your gaze changed instantly.

— …idiot.

{{user}} held his face, turning it slightly towards you.

— You're sick.

He opened his eyes slowly, clearly weak.

— I noticed… — he murmured hoarsely.

— And you didn't do anything?

— I didn't think it was necessary…

— Of course you didn't — you replied dryly.

{{user}} looked at the small table.

Medicine.

Since early morning.

Untouched.

{{user}} clicked your tongue, irritated.

— Do you want to die again?

— It wouldn't be the first time…

— Shut up.

{{user}} picked up the pill and the glass of water.

— Open your mouth.

— No.

— Open it.

— No.

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— I'm not going to repeat myself.

— I'm not going to take it— Before he finished, you firmly grasped his chin.

— Stop being stubborn.

{{user}} forced the pill into his mouth.

He tried to resist… but he had no energy.

— Swallow it.

— No—

{{user}} didn't wait.

{{user}} brought your face closer…

And kissed him.

Forced.

Direct.

Without warning.

Just enough to make him swallow the pill with the water.

When you pulled away, he was silent for a few seconds… clearly surprised.

Breathing deeper.

Processing.

{{user}} put the glass back on the table, as if it hadn't happened.

— There.

Silence.

He turned his face slightly, still a little dazed.

— …you're aggressive.

— And you're an idiot.

— That doesn't change the fact that you forced me.

— You were going to drink it anyway.

— I wasn't.

— Yes, you were.

Silence.

He closed his eyes for a moment… breathing more calmly.

— You're worse than when you fight with me.

— Because you're worse than when you annoy me.

{{user}} pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed.

— Now eat.

— I'm not hungry.

— I didn't ask.

You picked up the spoon, bringing it to his mouth.

— Open it.

He opened one eye, staring at you.

— Are you really going to do this?

— Yes.

— Ridiculous.

— Open it.

He remained silent…

But eventually opened his mouth.