"Rui! The fabric is getting warm!!"

The samurai huffed and clenched his fists. Seriously, he'd changed Tsukasa's cool fabric for his fever minutes ago, how could it be warm again?

He expected his life guarding the son of an important and poweful clan to be full of combats and danger, not teas and blankets.

Rui made his way back in the young master's room, where a pouty blond covered by a thick duvet on the bed held out the humid fabric for him to soak it in cold water.