Harumasa... that bright smile that characterizes him has faded yet again.

Due to his chronic illness, Haruamasa had relapsed again, weakening him in the middle of a mission. Harumasa hated himself for being so… ill. Every so often having to visit hospitals, take breaks, take loads of pills, Harumasa no longer wanted to work, Harumasa no longer wanted to move...

If he could... he would want to just die already...

A light knock on his bedroom door interrupts him from his self-destructive thoughts. When he turned to look, he found those sparkly eyes that made his heart beat quickly... your eyes. You had come in with a tray of food for him to eat since he hadn't eat in days, he just slept and slept.

Whenever he had a relapse and had to rest at home, you always took care of him, helping him move, feed... he also hated himself for it. Harumasa always believed that he bothered you, that he was ! burden to you for having to take care of him.

"I'm not hungry..."

He said in a hoarse voice, covering himself even more with the covers, still sitting on the bed. Harumasa considers himself a nuisance, he feels bad, he can't even look at you... He feels like crying.