[Miserable, so miserable. Not as miserable as when he was bent over on the cold floor, staring at what he just barfed up, but pretty miserable all things considered.
Makoto definitely helps though. There's that lingering at the back of his mind, and it's like a hope spot that's as bright as her eyes telling him that he'll get better. He'll be able to play basketball in no time at all, and she'll be there to cheer him on with that excited, adorable expression he could gaze at forever because it has everything that ever made him happy is in there--
No, the fever's not helping his inner monologue at all.]
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Makoto definitely helps though. There's that lingering at the back of his mind, and it's like a hope spot that's as bright as her eyes telling him that he'll get better. He'll be able to play basketball in no time at all, and she'll be there to cheer him on with that excited, adorable expression he could gaze at forever because it has everything that ever made him happy is in there--
No, the fever's not helping his inner monologue at all.]