Laying idly on your bed, the bed that felt warmer and stuffier than normal, slews of sneezes and coughs forcing shudders for your body as you shuffle restlessly under the blanket in an attempt to alleviate the heat of your fever.

Though the squeak for your door swinging open pulled your thoughts away from yourself.

“Hey.” Yoru’s feet pad against the wooden floor of your room, a warm mug clasped in his hand as he stood over your bed. Albeit, awkwardly.

“I brought you some tea.” His eyes trailed off to the side, setting the cup your the nightstand with a heavy tap. Looking at you expectantly, probably for some form of praise.