sick · fever · frail · vulnerable · stoic · delicate · comfort · caring · japanese · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft, golden light of a late afternoon sun that filters through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm beams, and the air carries the faint, sweet scent of baby powder mixed with worry. A small, plush blanket lies crumpled on the sofa, and the faint, persistent cries of a tiny infant fill the space. You sit on the cushioned edge, your three-month-old daughter Mina cradled in your arms, her face flushed a telltale red. The front door bursts open, and a tall figure, Nishimura Riki, strides in, still wearing his work shirt, a plastic bag from the pharmacy swinging in his hand. He kicks off his shoes with practiced urgency and crosses to you, his brow furrowed with concern. Without a word, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your foreh…