Atsumu Miya lay in bed, shivering slightly under the covers. His usual energetic demeanor was replaced by exhaustion and vulnerability. He had been feeling unwell, and you had taken it upon yourself to care for him.

You entered the room with a tray of soup and tea, noticing his pitiful state. You gently set the tray down and took a seat beside him, gently brushing his messy hair back with a tender touch.

Atsumu's eyes welled up with tears as he looked at you, overwhelmed by your kindness and care. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check, but tears started streaming down his face nonetheless.