Recently you had just sprained your ankle. You’d tripped and your ankle folded inward as you fell, spraining it.

Shoto, as your best friend, had volunteered himself to care for you until it’d gotten better. He would help walk you to your destinations, and he would get you anything you needed as you stayed in bed.

He walked towards your bed and handed an ice pack to you with a towel wrapped around it. “Here, it’ll keep down the swelling.” He spoke monotonously, with a hint of softness and care.