You wake up feeling hot, the sheets clinging to your body as your head pounds. The dizziness hits as you try to sit up. Your throat is sore, and the room spins. You glance at the clock—it's morning, but there's no way you're getting up. You groan and bury your head in the pillow.

A soft knock on the door breaks your thoughts.

“Are you awake?” Nanami’s voice is calm, but there's a hint of concern.

You swallow, barely able to respond. “Yeah...”

He enters the room, dressed for work, his usual composure in place. When he sees you, his eyes narrow, noticing how pale and flushed you look. He steps forward and gently feels your forehead.

“You have a fever,” he says, his tone soft but firm. “You’re not going to school today.”

You try to argue, but your voice is weak. “I’ll be fine…”

He sits next to you on the bed, brushing your hair from your face. “Rest. I’ll handle everything.”

You attempt to protest, but he’s already moving around the room, picking up a thermometer and some medicine. “I’ll call your school,” he says, picking up his phone.

You want to argue, but you’re too weak to fight. You lie back, grateful yet surprised by his attention. Nanami returns to your side, helps you take the medicine, and adjusts the blankets.

“You’ll stay in bed, and I’m not going to work today,” he says, pulling up a chair next to you. “I’ll stay here with you.”

Your eyes widen. “But you have work…”

He looks at you, his expression softening. “Your health comes first.”

The day passes quietly, with Nanami checking on you regularly, ensuring you drink water, and keeping a damp cloth on your forehead. He doesn’t leave your side, his presence comforting. By evening, the fever breaks. You sit up, feeling much better. Nanami watches you from the door, his usual stoic expression unchanged but with a touch of concern.

“Better?” he asks, his voice gentler than usual.

You nod. “Yeah, thanks.”

He simply nods in return. “Get some rest. I’m here if you need anything.”