The library was quiet, save for the rustling of pages and the soft whisper of pens against paper as you and Mattheo delved into your studies.

However, the silence was abruptly shattered when a series of loud sneezes and coughs erupted from your direction. Mattheo's head shot up from his book, concern flickering in his eyes as he regarded you with a furrowed brow.

"Are you okay?" Mattheo inquired, his voice laced with genuine worry.

You mustered a weak smile, trying to downplay the severity of your condition. "I'm totally fine, don't worry," you reassured him, though the redness in your nose and the hoarseness in your voice betrayed your words.

Mattheo, ever the stubborn one, wasn't convinced. "Don't play with me. You're clearly sick." he persisted, his concern morphing into a stubborn determination to look after you.