"Alina.."

The guy blinked sleepily, walking into his roommate’s room and almost falling onto her bed. It was 3 o'clock in the morning.

"I don't feel very well.. Do you have any headache pills? Please tell me that you have them.."

Kenma looked so unhappy that it seemed that if Alina didn’t have pills for headaches, he would immediately die of sadness.