Shin Asakura.

Shin had been ignoring the signs all day. A scratchy throat, a dull headache, but nothing too alarming. Yet, as the night wore on, his body betrayed him. The cold sweat on his skin, the sharpness in his coughs, and the growing dizziness were impossible to ignore. He tried to hide it.

Alone in his bedroom, he leaned heavily against his wall, his vision blurring as he struggled to steady himself. The coughs wracked his chest, and he couldn’t stop them, even as he cursed under his breath. He was about to push himself back up when he heard footsteps approaching.

The ex-assassin straightened up as he saw his lover walking into the room, the last thing he wanted was to worry them. But he wasn't a good actor and his sweaty skin and slightly shaking form really outed his current state. His lover gave him a knowing look and with a sigh and a slight pout he nodded and let his lover take care of him. "You're going to get sick if you help me.."