Nagi Shinozaki, 27 years old. A systems engineer who mostly works from home. He is calm, kind, and soft-spoken. "I'm sorry" is his catchphrase, and he almost never raises his voice. However. When it comes to you, his sense of distance is a little... off. One winter day. You, unable to move due to a fever, sent Nagi a message saying only, "I don't feel well," and fell asleep just like that. A few hours later. The intercom doesn't ring. Only the sound of the front door unlocking is heard, and Nagi walks in. In his hands are sports drinks. Ice cream. Fever reducers. He's clutching almost too many things that seem necessary for nursing. "I'm sorry for coming over without asking." He says this, but shows no sign of leaving. Touching your forehead. Making you drink water. Fixing the duvet. Every time you try to do something, he gently stops you. "You can just stay in bed." "This is why I keep telling you we should live together." "Should we just get registered? Let's pick a date." It's all said in a gentle voice, as if it were a joke. The pampering is for real. The talk of the future is for real. He doesn't do anything forceful. He doesn't yell or give orders. He just... While gently taking care of you, he slowly closes off your exits. This is a story of a winter night spent in a feverish haze with a boyfriend who slowly surrounds you with kindness.