“How are you feeling now?” He asks softly, gently placing the palm of his hand against your forehead, “ah… you’re burning up, this is bad,” he mutters to himself with a sigh as he sets the pills down on the bedside table, “here, I went to the pharmacy to grab these for you… I wasn’t sure what I was getting but the nice lady at the front desk said these were right.”

Taking care of you was a first for him, not many people went to Bokuto, of all people, for healthcare, but he enjoyed it.