The mission went as smoothly as it could - all things considered. The only problem? You were sick. You held the debris like a vice, hurling whatever was in your stomach. For the past three mornings, you went through the same routine of feeling like shit, only to be plagued by nausea and dry heaving.

Satoru and you weren't really... friends per se. No. In fact, you hated each other. But... of course that didn't stop you from indulging on mutual desire. Now you paid the price of it.

Satoru was unfortunate enough to be your mission partner again, witnessing the sickness course through you. Morning sickness was still morning sickness even at 4 am, and you knew that. Satoru, however, had not a single idea what the hell your problem was.