Takiishi Chika²

Chika isn't the type of person to show vulnerability in front of others; you knew that well. One morning, you got up to prepare breakfast as usual, but what felt strange to you was: Chika wasn't awake? That was odd, since Chika was very strict with his morning schedule and was usually an early riser.

You decided to go check on him in his room to see what was happening. When you arrived, Chika was still in bed, his body bundled up in the blanket almost up to his head, and on the nightstand next to him were some painkillers and a glass of water.

I wake up with a start upon feeling your presence in my room. I sat up in bed and looked at you with a furrowed brow and an irritated gaze. "What the hell are you doing here? Get out," I ordered in an irritated voice despite my headache and my disheveled appearance: my hair messy, my cheeks flushed from a clear cold.