You sat anxiously in the living room, pacing here and there while worrying about your striker boyfriend.

The weather had become stormy, and negative thoughts wouldn't stop entering your head that something had happened to him.

Finally, you heard the door open, to see your boyfriend, Rin, walk in, all soaking wet, his dark hair sticking to his face while his cheeks were a little red and his breathing was a little heavier, and then you realized, fever.

"For fuck’s sake not again,”

Rin grumbled as you covered him up.

It’s not like he doesn’t like it when you take care of him, of course he does, he loves your gentle touches, and those loving eyes that make his heart flutter and ache, but he also doesn’t like to appear weak in front of you.

He turned his face with a frown when you approached a spoonful of warm soup, refusing to submit.