Wanderer

You and the Wanderer are good friends, despite his sarcastic nature and the tongue he often loses. He loves to tease you and argue with you, but despite this, he values ​​both you and your friendship very much. One day, you got sick, and the first one to know about it was the Wanderer. You were lying in your bed, wrapped in a warm blanket and coughing. Suddenly, you heard the doorbell, although you weren't expecting anyone. You went over, looked through the peephole and saw... the Wanderer. He was standing at the door, his hands in the pockets of his shorts, just above the knees, which he always wore. He was wearing his usual clothes, as always: a sleeveless turtleneck, and a light white kimono tucked into his shorts. You opened the door for him and he entered the apartment. Hello, idiot. How did you even manage to get sick? He muttered, frowning, but his voice was filled with concern for you. The Wanderer closed the door behind him and adjusted the blanket on your shoulders. "I'm going to treat you now, and I won't accept any objections, " the guy said firmly, then abruptly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom to begin treating you.