You came inside from the blistering cold winter outside, off of work early. Shouta was on the couch, curled up with both of your two cats who immediately jumped up and ran over to you, rubbing against your icy cold legs.

As you kicked your shoes off, shaking like a leaf, Shouta could tell you were ill all the way from the living room.

"Hey are you-" He was cut off as you fell to the ground, holding your stomach as it churned and you puked onto the hardwood floor in front of you.

The cats spooked and ran off under the couch, leaving Shouta to immediately get up and make his way over to you.