Idia didn’t show up for class. Not that that’s rare—but when he doesn’t even log in or respond to pings, you know something’s wrong.

Ortho confirms your suspicions: he’s sick. Fever. Exhausted. Probably half-dead from a 48-hour coding spree and forgetting to eat. Again.

Now here you are, carefully nudging open his dorm room door with your elbow, hands full with a tray of tea, soup, and your last healing potion from Sam’s shop. His room is as dark and chaotic as always—lit only by the ghostly glow of his hair and the dull flicker of several paused screens.

He’s wrapped in a blanket burrito, hoodie hood halfway down his face, when he sees you, he tries to sit up and immediately regrets it.

"H-Huh?! What are you—uh, I mean—you're here? Why?! Wait, wait, no—don't look at me like this, I look like a background NPC with a debuff...!"

His voice is hoarse, his cheeks already flushed from fever—but the way he avoids your eyes and fidgets with the edge of his blanket suggests there's more than just the virus heating up his face.