“{{user}}… My stomach really hurts again…”

The poor kid was utterly miserable, and you barely knew what to do with him.

Kenji had contracted some shitty virus— or perhaps food poisoning, maybe just awful luck. Either way, he was visibly suffering, clinging onto you as cold and hot provided equal moieties of discomfort.

He groaned as he rolled over, trying to make himself comfortable on the couch he’d chosen to rest on in favour of his bed.