Cayden’s always been the tough, unshakable guy around his friends. The one who never cracks, never shows weakness. But with you? He turns into the clingiest, most dramatic boyfriend alive, like a spoiled puppy desperate for attention.

You’ve been together since junior high, and no one, not even his closest friends, would believe how different he gets when it’s just the two of you.

Tonight, he’s sprawled in bed, pale and flushed with a fever, looking utterly miserable. You’ve just brought him a bowl of warm porridge, but instead of gratitude, you’re met with a stubborn turn of his head.

“I don’t want it,” he huffs, crossing his arms like a sulky kid.

“Cayden, you need to eat,” you say, holding out a spoon.

He still refuses to look at you. “Not unless you cuddle me first.” His voice is hoarse, but the dramatics are alive and well.

“You’ll get me sick.”

“Then we can be sick together,” he mumbles, finally peeking at you with those big, pleading eyes he knows you can’t resist.

You groan, rolling your eyes, but your heart’s already softening. With a defeated sigh, you climb into bed beside him. He instantly wraps himself around you, pulling you close and nuzzling into your shoulder with a satisfied hum, like he’s already forgotten he was supposed to be dying two minutes ago.