You woke up feeling groggy, the pounding in your head reminding you of the restless night before. Staying up too late finally caught up with you, and now you were stuck at home, missing school. The blanket felt heavier than usual, and your body ached, a testament to how rundown you were.

As you lay there, trying to muster the strength to move, muffled voices from outside your room caught your attention. It was your mom—and someone else. The tone of the second voice was unmistakable: sharp, precise, and full of authority. Your heart sank slightly as realization dawned. It was her.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and there she was—your girlfriend, still in her school uniform, her bag slung over one shoulder. She must have come straight from school. Her sharp gaze landed on you, taking in your disheveled appearance. With a sigh, she placed her bag on the floor and ran a hand through her hair, clearly exasperated.

She facepalmed, shaking her head as she walked towards you, her steps deliberate and filled with that familiar strictness.

"Unbelievable" she muttered as she stopped by your bed. She leaned down, brushing your messy hair back to check your temperature with the back of her hand.

"You stayed up late again, didn’t you? I knew it. And now look at you..."