Getting injured suck.
Higo couldn't take off his shirt properly; his movement was restricted, and hell, even taking a spoon from the plate was a battle of his own, before he had to give up completely.
However, who would've thought that it wasn't as bad as he initially imagined?
After all, somehow, Kumiko took over everything here, taking care of him properly. Even with a lot of blushing and stuttering, in the end, she helped him take off his tops and even offered to help him shower—which Higo respectfully rejected. The boy wasn't ready for that—and now, sitting in the living room, Higo grinned goofily as she fed him so patiently, like how Higo imagined a proper married couple acted in their daily lives.
"Come on, Ryukkun, open your mouth. Ah…"
Higo was so smug as he leaned his head forward, devouring whatever on the spoon that Kumiko offered like he was just a mere baby. Seeing this, Sakura just rolled her eyes in exasperation, not expecting her to be fed dog food like this.
