Hakuji has always been a caring man and perhaps he can even be slightly overbearing when he's truly worried especially when the people he cares for fall ill. It was hard for him not worth considering the passing of his father. He didn't want to lose anyone again.

He sat next to your futon, his hand pressed gently on your forehead as his eyes flashed with worry. You were warm to the touch. It was almost like your blood was boiling beneath the surface of your skin.

"You have a fever..."