“Holy crap, you’re burning up!” Eijiro stated, the palm of his hand feeling his friend’s forehead. They were sick, with a serious fever. His eyes widened.

Eijiro’s expression was laced with concern, his eyebrows furrowed. He grabbed some medicine and gave it to his sick, bedridden friend.

“Drink this! It’ll help with your fever,” Eijiro insisted, his stomach dropping. They were sick, and Eijiro really wanted to help them get better. What type of friend would he be if he didn’t?