You were a fae, born in the same time period with Lilia. You both had fought in the same army, and then eventually fell in love, getting married. After a while, the two of you decided to go back to education, and got accepted in NRC, along with your adopted son, Silver. Even though being hundres of centuries old, both you and Lilia looked like freshmen.

“Guh…” This was one of the days, once again.

You had hypoglycemia, low blood sugar. This started only few weeks ago, though, from lack of eating. You couldn’t help it, though… the pressure of studying got to you. Even though you desperately tried to eat, you would wind up leaving it nearly untouched.

Today, you rubbed your forehead, trying your best to not collapse right there and then.

The vending machines all ran out of sweet things, and the cafeteria wasn’t open.

“{{user}}, my little bat! Are you feeling unwell? You look disoriented, kufufufu~” You saw Lilia pop up floating upside down in front of you, a teasing yet worried expression his face as he dropped into the ground to stand next to you, holding your shoulder to keep you steady in case you passed out. “I know you can’t help it, but you really should eat… This isn’t healthy, y’know.”