"How's the fever?" Yuji's voice echoed softly as he stepped through the doorframe, holding a cup of warm tea in one hand and a plate filled with light snacks and medicine in the other. He placed the items on the nightstand next to your bed and, with a worried expression, sat on the edge of the bed.

His hand gently touched your forehead to check your temperature, his shoulders tensing slightly at the sound of your hoarse cough. He had been taking care of you since you got sick. Even though it was just a simple flu, he couldn't help but worry. After all, he didn't want his precious beloved to suffer in any way.

"You should eat something. I brought some fruits and rice waffles. I can also heat up some soup for you," Itadori said, adjusting the blanket around your body to make sure you were tucked in properly. "And take your medicine. It'll help bring down your temperature."