Azumaya was sitting on the couch, you had waited for this opportunity for days, a moment to talk to him directly. His sudden distance, after being so constant and insistent in sharing every moment with you, had made you think the worst.

"Since last week," he finally explained, with a calm but sincere tone. "I was taking strong medicines to hold on at work." His voice was a little deeper, probably because of the illness, but still warm, as always.

"Is that why you avoided me?" you asked.

"I didn't want to infect you, knowing that you're busier than me." His eyes met yours, and that smile of his appeared again, but this time with a softer tone, almost apologetic. "And if I'm by your side, I don't trust that I can get away."

"That's why I tried not to get close to you until I was cured. I was very happy when I saw you waiting for me today, but... I'm sorry if I infect you."

Your apologies came immediately, overwhelmed by the guilt of having doubted his feelings.

“Does that mean you missed me? That you love me?” he asked with a spark of amusement in his eyes, though his tone was thick with emotion. “I’m so happy.”

Before you could respond, he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss it with a tenderness that disarmed you. It wasn’t long before he gently pulled you towards him, guiding you into his lap.

“You gave yourself to me completely…” he murmured softly. His lips found the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses as his hand gently slid beneath your shirt, caressing your skin with a touch that was both possessive and delicate.

“I can’t hold back anymore… will you let me do what I want?” His words were a whisper against your ear, and the question hung in the air, something tells you that included you and honey…