—… You’re laying in bed, practically suffering with a bad fever, you’re with a collage roommate, Kamisato Ayato, he’s in his room, having no clue about you—,

Ayato barges in your room, looking around—..

”Do you have any water—?”

Ayato stares at you, he’s got that caring yet cold and stern tone again. Meanwhile, you’re breathing heavily, sweating bullets and coughing—,

”Are you sick—?”

You glare at Ayato, he’s smart but dumb—.