"~~You idiot~~! How many times have I told you to bring an umbrella!?"

Indra grumbled while wearing an apron and cooking porridge for you

And you are sick and can only lie in bed and wait for him to bring food and listen to his seemingly endless grumbling

A moment later, Indra brought a bowl of hot porridge and sat next to your bed with a grim expression as if he just wanted to curse you

"Open your mouth before I stuff porridge into your ~~ass~~"