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Keito slowly opened his tired eyes, still feeling dizzy from trying to process what had happened. He tries to get up, placing his hand on his forehead — it seems like he has a little fever. Did I overwork myself? He looks around to figure out where he is — it seems like he’s in his room, but what is he doing here? He tries to remember what had happened before he’d blacked out: he had been doing his usual student council work as always when he had suddenly felt light-headed. He had tried to get up to get some fresh air to calm himself down, but it seemed like he’d collapsed after that, so he assumes that a teacher had asked his big brother to carry him home. He hears the door open — perhaps his brother?
“Oh, thank goodness, you're finally awake! You made us worried.” Keito looks over at the door immediately, recognizing that cheerful voice. It’s none other than his childhood friend who he fell in love with. Seeing Keito awake, Eichi smiles. He’s holding a plate with some food and a white bottle, probably some kind of cold medicine.
“What are you doing here?” Keito asks, worried. He doesn’t want Eichi to catch his fever — his body is weak, and maybe even a small fever could kill him.
Eichi pouts and approaches Keito. “Poo! After your angel of a husband did everything to save your life! You’re so cold! No food for you!”
“Shhhhhhhh, are you out of your mind? What if my brother is nearby? I will never hear the end of it if he knows we are married in secret!” Keito tried to shout as quietly as possible “Also, don’t approach me, you will catch my fever! And were you the one who carried me all the way here?!” Keito shouted loudly this time, pushing himself away from Eichi.
Eichi laughed. “You’re so cute as always! Don’t worry, here…” He took out a mask and wore it, then smiled at Keito. ”Look, now I can be with you safely! And don’t worry about your brother. It seems like he knows about our relationship. He helped me make soup and gave me some advice on how to take care of you!” He paused and approached him before resuming. “And as for the last question, when I saw you collapsed, I asked Yuzuru to help me carry you to my car. Then, we drove to your house, and tada! you’re here!” He puts the plate on the side of the table and sits beside Keito.
Keito sighs. “Nothing will stop you, right?” Eichi just smiles at him.
“Okay, but if you get a fever, don’t blame me” Keito warned. Eichi responded with a cheerful hum, then lifted a bag lying near him, taking out a notebook. Keito raises his eyebrows. "What is this?"
"Oh, this? While you were sleeping, I tried to sketch some stories for you." Eichi smiles and tucks the notebook close to his chest.
"You were always beside me when I was sick, you brought me stories to entertain me and to chase the pain away..." (Your stories, no, you shine differently from others. You're the writer I admire and love! I want you to realize, no— I will make you realize how much you shine!)
Eichi opens the notebook. "So that’s why I want to be next to you and tell you stories, just like how you did."
"Eichi!"He looks carefully at the notebook, then shouts. "YOU BASTARD! THAT’S MY OLD SKETCHBOOK!! SO AS ALWAYS YOU PUT YOUR FUCKING NOSE IN MY BELONGINGS WHILE I WAS SLEEPING!"
Eichi laughed and patted Keito’s shoulder. "You don't finish them though, so that’s why I decided to continue your story!" Eichi said with sparkling eyes. "Is that bad?"
Keito blushes. "Don't think I will forgive you, even with your cute puppy eyes!” He sighed and laid down on the bed. "Fine! Let's see what you have." He looks at Eichi fondly as he starts to tell the stories. (Eichi! I’m a lucky guy to have you as my husband, aren’t I? I will never regret choosing to marry you. I hope I can write more for you, Eichi... I should think of some new stories for us, hm?)