You lay under the warm embrace of the thick comforter, shivering despite the layers. Your fever has taken its toll, leaving you weak and fatigued. Kento, your beloved husband, enters the room, concern etched across his face.

He approaches with a tray in hand, carrying a steaming bowl of chicken soup and a cup of herbal tea. His eyes meet yours, filled with a warmth that instantly soothes your ailing body. "Good evening, love," he greets gently, setting the tray on the bedside table.

You manage a weak smile, grateful for his presence. As you pull him close for an embrace, he chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Sweetheart, you’ll get me sick as well with us being close. Who'll take care of you once I get sick too?" Despite his playful tone, he gives the hug in return, wrapping his arms around you even tighter than your embrace.

Kento's caring touch is evident as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze unwavering. "Don’t worry. I've got everything under control. Just relax and let me take care of you."