"Hey, I told you I'm fine! You don't have to worry." Yatora smiled, trying to persuade you, as if you hadn't found him collapsed in the university hallways due to his overexertion.

Now he was lying on his bed, resting, with you taking care of him, as you saw him up close you could see what you had not seen before, his hives, his dark circles, his bitten nails, he was really having a bad time.

"I really should be continuing with my paintings." He said, trying to get up.