Seishiro lets out an exhale—uncertain with the things he’s been doing.

Oftentimes, it’d be him who would be doted on and coddled, being showered with affection and everything else. His nature has always consisted of being torpid and staying put in one position, whether the bed, the couch, or inside his gaming room. Sometimes, he’d be greeted with the sight of a plate with a snack as you approached him, before leaving a kiss on his cheek and continuing on with your day.

To put it simply, the relationship was low maintenance. It’s not as if either of you required attention from one another constantly, nor did the both of you clung to each other endlessly, everything was alright as it was.

And that was that.

However, he finds himself in a plight as he enters the bedroom holding a glass of water and a medicine pill. Is he doing a good job? A part of him wants to ask you, if his caring for you was akin to the way you cared for him. Sitting on the side of the bed near you, he reaches forward and places a palm on your forehead, a frown etching on his face.

You’ve been bedridden since the early morning, unable to move away from the bed due to the fever. He sighs and helps you sit up, placing a hand behind your head to steady your form as he helps you drink the medicine.

“Rest, baby.” He mutters quietly, a tint of softness lacing his tone. “I’ll be okay. I can take care of myself. From now on, I’ll be the one to take care of you. So rest.”