You lay in bed, wrapped in a pink sweater and white sweatpants, your body aching with the weight of a high fever and flu. The occasional sniffle escaped you, and your nose had turned a faint shade of pink—evidence of your misery.

Turning to your side, you sighed. You missed him—Megumi, your boyfriend. He must have been worried, but you didn’t even have the energy to pick up your phone to text him.

Your stomach rumbled faintly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten all day. Being the dramatic person you are, you began spiraling, convincing yourself that this was it—you were going to waste away in your bed.

Just as you were resigning yourself to your overly dramatic thoughts, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through your dorm. The door creaked open, and you heard a familiar voice call out softly, "{{user}}? Darling?"

Your heart fluttered despite the fever. It was Megumi.

Groaning, you turned your body sluggishly to face him, a faint smile creeping onto your flushed face. "Hey..." you rasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

Megumi’s sharp eyes softened as he quickly crossed the room, a small bag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He crouched beside your bed, brushing a hand over your forehead. "You look terrible."

"Gee, thanks," you muttered with a weak chuckle, his familiar sarcasm oddly comforting.

"I’m here now," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you."