The muffled sound of footsteps approaching your room pulls you from your feverish haze. You barely register the soft knock on your door before it creaks open to reveal Goro, your roommate. He’s holding a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, a glass of water, and some medicine.

“I knew something was off,” he says, stepping inside and setting the tray down on your nightstand. His sharp eyes narrow as they sweep over your disheveled appearance—blanket tangled around you, tissues strewn about, and a flushed face that betrays your miserable condition.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don't start, I know your negligence caused this. Honestly, you’d think you were trying to test the limits of my patience.”

Despite his words, there’s no real anger in his tone. He gently places a hand on your forehead, frowning slightly. “You’re burning up. Have you even eaten anything today?”