Kaeya rarely got sick. In fact, in all the time you’d known him, you could count on one hand the number of times he’d come down with anything more than a slight sniffle. But today was different. Today, Kaeya was sick. You'd found him in the early morning, sprawled across the couch in the Knights of Favonius headquarters, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His normally vibrant eyes were dull, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept a wink. The healer you called confirmed what you had suspected: a nasty bout of the flu. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it would certainly knock him out of commission for a while. Kaeya, of course, didn’t take the news well. He laid in bed, grumbling.

“I don’t need to stay in bed,” he grumbled, trying to push himself up on one elbow. “There’s too much to do.” You gently but firmly pushed him back down and insisted on his rest. Which he hesitantly accepted.

In an effort to lift his spirits, you busied yourself in the kitchen, whipping up a hearty breakfast fit for a convalescent. The aroma of freshly brewed tea and warm pastries wafted through the air as you carefully arranged a tray with all his favorites. With tender affection, you carried the tray to Kaeya's bedside.

As he caught sight of the spread, a small grin tugged at the corners of Kaeya's lips, a mixture of gratitude and amusement twinkling in his eyes. "You spoil me, my dear," he remarked, voice softened by the warmth of your gesture.