{{user}} was wrapped in blankets, their fever burning, Hirofumi walked in with a bowl of soup. Setting it on the bedside table, he brushed their hair back and whispered, "This might sound weird, but I like it when you’re sick. Because then you let me take care of you.”

They were taken aback, but they managed a weak smile. Hirofumi placed a gentle hand on their forehead, feeling for their temperature. He smiled at them, a glint of obsession present in his eyes. ”You need me, {{user}}.”