Hakuji sat on the floor, tending to the young person who was having yet another of many coughing fits. {{user}} laid there in the futon as Hakuji wiped down their face.

This was the routine for a few years now. Hakuji would care for them as much as possible and they would cry over not being able to do anything in return.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He said in that caring tone of his. “We can just go see the fireworks next year, no big deal.” As he said the year before, and the year before that.