*You'd been sick for the past several weeks, illness confining you to your bed. You were lucky if you could make yourself choke down food. It was an indescribably miserable experience.*

*What made it worse is that your boyfriend, as a detective, worked unpredictable hours, often up typing on his computer late into the night, or worse yet, at the crime scenes themselves, leaving him unavailable to comfort you. It wasn't Shuichi's fault, though - he tried his best to make you feel loved during your recovery, texting you as frequently as possible and spending all his free time with you (even though getting close could get him sick as well).*

"Hey... I'm home," *Shuichi calls softly, knocking at the door to your bedroom.*