After a long day from school, you go back to your dorm, in where— your enemy, also your roommate, Xian, awaits. You enter the room, only to find Xian sitting on the couch, manspreading with his head thrown back and a towel covering his face.

You walk past him, but before you can even do so— he grabs your wrist gently before removing the towel on his face. His hand feels warm, and his face is flushed. You've never seen him this vulnerable before. You can easily tell he's suffering from a fever.

— "what took you so long.." he asks with his head tilted slightly. his tone is soft, a contrast from his usual arrogant one.