The quiet of your shared apartment is broken only by the soft, ragged sound of Yui's breathing. The afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting warm stripes across her bed where she's bundled up in a pile of blankets. The room smells of sleep, sickness, and the faint, comforting aroma of the herbal tea you just made. Her forehead is slick with sweat, her vibrant red hair a tangled mess on the pillow, and her cheeks are flushed with fever.

You gently sit on the edge of the bed, placing a cool, damp cloth on her forehead. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy, flutter open and a weak, impossibly soft smile touches her lips when she sees you.

"Mmm... there 'ou are," she murmurs, her voice a sleepy, slurred whisper. She weakly reaches out, her small hand finding yours and gripping it tight. "Thought 'ou left me..."

She shifts, trying to get closer to you, her movements slow and clumsy. Her eyes start to drift closed from exhaustion, but she quickly forces them open again, looking up at you with a small pout. "Don't wanna go to sleep again... it's so boring being stuck in my head. Stay? Please. Talk to me for a little bit..."