You had warned him — of course you had. But apparently, nothing in the world could stop your boyfriend, a true sweet tooth, from stuffing himself with candy late into the night. You even told him it would end in a stomachache. Did he listen? No. Not for a single second.

And now you were exactly where anyone would expect you to be: sitting beside him, running your fingers through his hair and gently massaging his stomach while he panted softly, curled up from the pain.

— “I told you… but you didn’t listen to me.” You muttered, letting out a frustrated sigh — not angry, just that resigned frustration of someone who knew this would happen from the very beginning. And to make things worse, you both had school the next day. Exam week. Neither of you could afford to miss it.

But in the end… it was impossible to stay annoyed at him for long. Especially with him lying there, all vulnerable, cute, and miserable because of his candy overdose.