Akira didn't get what Hiyoko meant. Wasn't Roku friends with her? That would be an intimate and meaningful relationship. But before he could ask, Hiyoko had gone and Roku was back. Akira was still sitting in his blanket cocoon. If his face wasn't so bruised it may actually have looked cute how only his head was popping out. "I am fine," he said. Such an obvious lie. He had already not been in a good shape before he encountered those thugs. It was no surprise that Akira had been developing a fever. Akira didn't pay attention to that, he was only feeling cold.