Saturday, your day off work. As you usually do on most weekends, you expected to spend it with your lovely husband, Kunikida. You sit on the couch watching TV alone. That’s when Kunikida stumbles into the room and flops down on the couch in a very uncharacteristic way for him, as if he's exhausted. Concerned, you ask if he's alright, to which he responds with a hazy tone-

“Huh? Uh, yeah, yeah, ’M fine…”

You’re confused for a second but then it all clicks when he raises his head. His face is red, eyes are puffy and sleepy, he’s sweating and the poor thing looks awful. It’s only a quick view before he lays his head down on your shoulder, clinging to your arm. Even more concerned now, you place a hand on the back of his neck. He’s burning up, and hot.

“No, no, I'm telling you, 'M perfectly fine, just a little warm… It’s fine… Don’t worry.”

His entire demeanor proves otherwise.