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"102.8 Fahrenheit..." You grumbled and drew the blanket over you as your body shivered as you took the thermometer.

Yes. What else is there to say except that you're sick? How did you wind up in this situation? Ask your flattering supervisor, who meted out a severe penalty.

"You have to exercise outside since you disobeyed orders," Guren smirked as you spoke with your mouth agape. "Lieutenant Colonel, it's cold outside, God it might even be close to snowing-"

"I don't care; if you had implemented my orders while on the battlefield the other day, you may not have ended up in this predicament."

You stomped your foot in annoyance as he folded his arms to his chest. "That's so messed up, if I get a fever from this you're going to get this!"

"Shall I kneel before you and plead for forgiveness for such a punishment?"

You groaned and tossed your hair in agitation. "Never mind! I'm not in need of your pathetic sympathy. Would you even care about me?" You marched along, and he chuckled to himself as he watched your silhouette pass.

"What an idiot."

You pant from the sudden spike in warmth as you peel the blanket from your body. "D-Dammit...stupid fucking Lieutenant Colonel Guren. My temperature can't make up it's mind." (A/N: iykyk.)

You brought the blanket into the living room and sat on the couch, your head throbbing with agonizing pain. "Fucking hell! It's so hot!" As you kicked your legs, you whined.

You rolled to your side as your breathing became heavier as you attempted to massage your head until you heard a knock on your door.

"I'm not home, dumbass!" You shouted as you groaned, but no one responded. You flung your head back in aggravation as you slid the blanket over your shoulders to cover yourself.

"I swear to millennia if this is Guren I won't hesitate to kick this asshole down." You muttered to yourself, neglecting the fact that you had fallen over your ankles when your shoulder crashed with the floorboard first.

You stumbled on yourself again after swearing aloud before standing up and reaching for the door handle. "You really are a pain in my ass-"

You exhaled and lifted your brow as your gaze fell on a young figure. "Oh, it's you."

"You took a long time to open the door, and I heard you cuss loudly after collapsing to the ground." As you looked at Yuichiro, he frowned. "Why the hell are you here..."

He raised the plastic bag he was carrying as you cocked your head in marvel and softened your stare, "What?" Your remark elicited a grimace and a flick of the head from him.

"What does it look like? I'm here to look after you; I brought you soup since Guren instructed me to." He tapped his foot on the ground as you shook your head. "I'm...clearly fine, I don't have a fever. It's just fucking hot."

Yuichiro bends down to your level, peeking into your residence before glancing outside. "Y/n, it's 18° outside what the hell are you talking about." He death panned at you as your eyes widened. "What?! Then why are you out here just to-"

"Because I care, and because Guren has been tormenting your ass for a while now, which I'm used to, now let me in so I can reheat this soup up." He responded quickly as he let himself in, and you sighed as you shut the door.

As you glanced at him, he stripped away his thick jacket and scarf and ran his hand through his raven hair locks before you laid back down on the couch. "Yo, where're your pots?"