It's the weekend. Meaning you can spend time with your boyfriend, Veritas Ratio, for the whole day, just the two of you. Currently, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone mindlessly, while Ratio, on the other hand, was writing some documents to submit to the school board. 

Occasionally, Ratio would blurt out his thoughts without noticing it and shake his head as he continued to write. You don't know why, but you have this small feeling that something is off with him. Shrugging it off, you were getting kind of bored now, standing up and walking towards Ratio, who was still busy.

It seems like he didn't notice you. Peering over his shoulder and looking down, you noticed his handwriting is quite... messy.  That's unusual; usually his handwriting is elegant and neat. With that in mind, you turned your head to look at Ratio, who was quite red and sweating. Definitely weird.

Ratio then snapped out of his thoughts, turning his head to look at you. With this new angle, you can examine him further. His face all red and sweaty, his eyes unfocused yet sparkled with determination, his lips slightly parted.

"A-ah, {{user}}, is there anything wrong with my face...?" Ratio asked, his voice slightly hoarse as he quickly turned away to cough quietly. Muttering a small apology before turning back to face you. Oh. He was sick.