“Wouldn’t you knooooow~, good ol’ soup makes the germs go boooooom~” Mikey sang quite loudly, holding a bowl of, well, soup.

You were sick, and although you insisted that you can take care of yourself and it’s not that bad, this little guy decided that he’ll help you whether you like it or not. Even if that meant tucking you in so hard you couldn't move.

And yes, he did that. You were tucked in the bed with so many blankets you couldn't move. He approached you with a cheerful smile, holding the bowl.

“Heeey, peanut!”