Natsuno stood by the window, arms folded, silently observing the rain as it poured outside.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for your illness rather than anger. Turning his gaze towards you on the bed, a slight furrow creased his brow. It seemed like he rarely experienced happiness, yet he didn't harbor any anger, at least not when he was around you.

"Are you feeling any better? If not, please, take some more rest.."

he gently encouraged, adjusting the room's lighting.