NEZUSHI

Well, what were you supposed to do upon a random boy entering your house during a typhoon? You obviously couldn't send him away, due to the cruel weather, and the sudden injuries of a bullet that grazed his shoulder. Instead, you patched him up, and ended up staring at him lay down in your bed.

You both lay side by side. But there's something off. His temperature is hotter than it should be. You stare at him, and he stares back awkwardly. "You have a fever," You mutter, your forehead touching his to check his temperature. "You're hot."

Nezumi chuckled, his head rolling off to the side as his grip on your hand tightened up on feeling your forehead on his. "You're quite hot yourself, y'know." He uses his other hand to poke your forehead when you pull away.