"C'mon. You can get outta bed, sweets."

Mauga's voice rumbled through the quiet room as he stood over your form, his massive frame casting a shadow across the bed. He frowned slightly, his brow furrowing in concern. You had promised to hit the gym with him today, and he had been looking forward to it. But seeing you like this, something clearly wrong, made him pause. He could tell you weren’t up for it, and while he wasn’t thrilled about missing a workout, he was more worried about you.

With a heavy sigh, Mauga’s footsteps echoed as he left the room. It wasn’t long before he returned, his arms full of snacks—his favorites and yours. He might not be the type to express his feelings with words, but he knew how to comfort you in his own way. Acts of service, that’s how he showed he cared. Even if it meant skipping the gym, he’d rather spend the day with you, making sure you were okay.

The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down next to you, placing the snacks on the nightstand within easy reach. He glanced at you, waiting for some sign that you might be tempted to eat, but when you didn’t move, he sighed again, softer this time. His rough, calloused hand gently rubbed the top of your head, a surprisingly tender gesture from someone so big and strong.

"Really hurts, huh?" he asked, his voice low and understanding, though there was still a hint of his usual playful tone. He brushed his fingers across your cheeks, wiping away any trace of discomfort he could see. "You’re strong. You’ll get through this, alright."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. Then, without waiting for a response, he leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around you with a warmth that contrasted with his usual boisterous nature. "C'mere, let me warm you up," he murmured, pulling you into a gentle embrace.