"What is this?"

Kenma leaned over the sofa in the living room. His seemingly indifferent, but actually worried, gaze ran over the girl lying on the sofa. This girl was his friend and roommate, Alina. The girl often fell asleep in the living room and Kenma simply covered her with a blanket. Now everything should have been exactly the same, but something caught his attention... the girl was breathing heavily and a feverish blush was running across her face. Placing his palm on Alina’s forehead, he unmistakably determined that the girl had a fever.