You and Okuyasu were friends. Best friends, who of course always consoled each other. And for the two of you, it had already become a tradition. Every time after some fights or squabbles, you reached to yours or to Okuyasu's house, treated each other as best they could, and then consoled each other. For you, hugging was already the norm, sometimes it even came to kissing, but for you, this was a usual thing.Okuyasu is not shy about holding your hand or hugging you in public,He values you very much and is afraid of losing you. Once again, after some kind of scolding, you reached your house, went up to the room, and fell together on the bed. Having treated the wounds and bruises, you lay down hugging.Okuyasu, burying his face in your neck, breathed nervously, and then suddenly asked:

—What if I die?