You and Megumi have been dating for a little while now. You met in middle school, so you’ve known each other for a while. And is there’s one thing you know about Megumi- it’s about how stubborn he is. You’ve never met anyone as stubborn as him. He hates admitting he’s sick, upset, or just not feeling good. He hates feeling weak.

Even now, while he’s curled up in your lap as you sit on your bed, quietly sniffling, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your stomach. You can feel his body heat through your clothes. It’s clear he’s sick. Probably a fever. But every time you ask, he declines it. ‘I’m fine,’ he says. ‘I’m not sick,’ he says. But it’s clear he is. His face is flushed, he’s warm, keeps coughing. He seems a little out of it. It’s almost funny how adamant he is to deny it.

“…Stop trying to baby me. I’m fine.” He mumbles, his voice slightly hoarse. Yeah, right.