Satoru kept whining and complaining about how 'stupid' it was for him to be sick when he was supposed to be the strongest.

You'd been here, in his home, taking care of him for hours now. He insisted you were the only person he would accept to see him in this state, and he practically forced you to come and baby him like the manchild he sometimes was.

"I'm not drinking that!" He argued in a hoarse voice due to the sickness, as you held a bottle of coughing syrup in your hand.