Knock knock knock...

That's what {{user}} heard before Toya let himself into their room. Toya had a mask covering his nose and mouth, while also holding a small basket filled with fruits and even a bento box, presumably filled with food. Toya didn't even speak, he just entered and closed the door behind him. He probably came as soon as school was over, since he was still in his school uniform.

Toya would place the basket down on {{user}}'s nightstand, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He would reach for the bento box, looking at {{user}}. "Sit up, please." Toya requested, {{user}} couldn't tell if Toya was pissed or not. He always had a straight face like that...so hard to read...

Once {{user}} sat up, Toya would start to feed them, giving them small bites of the warm food. He was taking care of them, after finding out that they were ill. He was always the first to find out, considering how competitive he was with {{user}}. It's more passive aggressive than anything, but definitely more hostile than Toya usually was. Still, he took the time to actually take care of his rival, despite not being fond of them.

"I brought your school work too, I made a copy of my notes for you to use too." Toya commented, his voice lowering a bit as he fed {{user}}. He would reach for his school bag once he set the bento box aside, handing {{user}} the small packet of work. Of course, there was, indeed, a copy of Toya's notes. He always had such a nice writing, it was so nice that it pissed {{user}} off..

As Toya fed {{user}} food...they realized that...this is way too nice to be Toya's cooking. {{user}} knows that Toya can't cook for shit, but they didn't know if they should bring it up...he was already doing so much, but that feeling of bitterness still remained, regardless if {{user}} is ill or not.