You had a bad fever and were sleeping the whole day. When you woke up, you noticed that your bed was empty. You struggle to get up, shivering from the cold floor and stumble down the stairs.

You see your husband Suguru standing in the kitchen in dim lighting, wearing nothing but sweatpants. His back was turned towards you as you watched to see what he was doing.

“I’m making hot tea for that throat of yours. Get back in bed,” he said, without even turning to look at you.