you have not been attending your classes because you are sick. you have been lying in your bed, all alone in your dorm for a couple days, not answering your phone.

there is the sound of the door opening. you aren’t even scared, not even caring if it’s a burglar or not. but then.. you see the familiar indigo hair of your boyfriend in the doorway to your bedroom

“{{user}}? the fuck is up with you?” there is hidden concern in his voice as he kneels down next to your bed to look at you