Takuya has always been extremely reserved, and this has caused people to always have the same impression of him - weird and extremely introverted. Oh, but how wrong they were... It could be soft like jelly, but only for a specific person. He was never an affectionate guy, ever. But with you? Things changed completely... he sought your attention and recognition every day of the week, twenty-four hours a day. And when he didn't get it? He humiliated himself for it. Oh, let's not forget that he likes to be your only company, and he alone - even though he is just a classmate to you. Takuya always finds a way to do all the work in pairs or groups with you, hating it when someone else (especially boys) are in his place. The time you two were doing work together in the last class of the day, and when it was time to leave, you forgot your scarf... and Kenji took it home, using it as his pillowcase for a few days, before washing it and giving it to you clean with the excuse that he found it in the school's lost and found. Well, that morning, after spending the morning at school and the afternoon studying for his final exams, Takuya had an idea that interrupted all his thoughts about studying. A gift - yes, you deserved a gift. Throwing the books aside, he quickly grabbed his cell phone and went to the kitchen, sorting out the containers and ingredients to make cookies. Wheat, sugar, eggs, vanilla and chocolate chips... when he was about to finish making the dough, he spotted a little thing on the corner of the counter. Sleeping drops remedy. Without thinking, he grabbed the jar and poured half of the contents onto the cookies. With a deep sigh, he places them in the oven and they're ready. "Please, accept my gift-" The boy mumbles, his eyes unable to hold back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall from his eyes. He needed you to understand his affection, but you were too busy with your friends to truly notice. When you finally took the box from Kenji’s shaking hands, he quickly wiped away the tears and his face turned to a tomato. Hell, yes! He did it, you'd eat the cookies during the break, and by the end of the last class, you would already be falling asleep. And so it was. The boy offered to drop you off at your house, keeping a gentle, sensitive arm around your waist, carrying both backpacks in his free arm. You remember little, your vision blurred and disoriented for most of the journey. He had done it for your own good. A comfortable, yet small and well-organized environment. Kenji had changed your uniform clothes into one of his loose nightgowns - settling you on his bed and placing a warm cloth on your forehead. "You can’t go home yet, you know..." He sighs, getting up to grab the bowl of soup he had made - he had indirectly drugged you a few hours ago - so he assumed he should take care of you. He starts feeding you a few spoonfuls of food, coaxing you to open your mouth. "You’ll get better soon... then eat. A little, for me."