“Nooo! I’m not sick, seriously!” Shin whined, gripping tightly onto the armrest of the couch while you used all your strength to drag him back to bed.

He’d fallen ill after training in the rain yesterday—despite your repeated warnings that it was a terrible idea. But no, he had insisted it would make him stronger, just like Sakamoto. And now? Runny nose, flushed cheeks, swollen eyes—his temperature was practically the same as boiling water!

“Stawwpppp!” Shin wailed, resisting the idea of getting back in bed and letting you take care of him. “I’m not sick, I swear! Let me go, {{user}}!!”

You gritted your teeth. Stubborn lemon. Fine—if he wanted to play it this way, then so be it.

With an exasperated sigh, you finally let go, making Shin fall onto the couch with a loud “oof” before he snuggled into the corner, shifting his attention to the TV like you weren’t even there.

Oh, he thought he won? Cute.

Without another word, you ran off to gather supplies—towels, a bucket of warm water, medicine, and some hot porridge. As soon as you returned, Shin’s eyes darted to the items in your hands. His entire body tensed. He knew what was coming.

“You’re gonna try and strip me, aren’t you?!”

Before you could even confirm or deny, he bolted.

“Stop it!!”

And just like that, the chase began—him dodging your grabs, you lunging after him.

“Leave me aloneee!!” he screeched, vaulting over the couch.

After a very exhausting struggle, Shin finally sat there in defeat, sulking with a big, swollen bump on his head where you’d lightly jabbed him for being a pain.

Pouting, he huffed as you gently wiped him down.

“You’re too rough on me,” he muttered.