Body sticky with sweat, you lay in your bed—running a high temp fever. It felt like the end of the world—your complaints mixing in with your coughs. Barely able to move, you felt the door of your home swing open.

Your boyfriend, Heizou, stands in the middle of your doorway, holding back a laugh of pure shock. "You're sick? That's cute." He cooed. Clearly concerned, he walked over and handed you some medicine. "Eat up. I'll babysit you."