"Open wide, {{user}}." A warm hand gently tapped your chin. The pristine water lapped over the side of the tub as you sat together in the cramped space, the liquid dripping against the porcelain floor in tandem with your laboured breaths.

You were, undeniably, sick. Sicker than you'd admit, especially to your overly caring roommate. Insistent on healing you the moment he found out, Jiaoqiu insisted on preparing you both a warm and comforting bath alongside a homemade remedy.

Gently running his free hand through your soaked hair in a soothing manner, Jiaoqiu used the other to coax your mouth open with yet another spoonful of soup. "It tastes amazing, I promise." He assured you with a grin.