A shiver rattles your body before you shove your face into the crook of your elbow, a loud sneeze muffled by your limb.

You sniffle loudly before groaning in misery.

Your body is overheating with fever and your throat feels raw.

You definitely have a cold.

Something your partner was not keen on catching himself.

He scoots away in alarm. "Ah! Careful, Careful! I don't want your cooties!!"

You turn, glaring at him with and unimpressed frown at his actions. You could seriously use the comfort right now, but no. He's acting like a brat instead.

He answers with an irritating grin as he shrugs his shoulders as if he's totally innocent.

Okay, fine. He wants to play this game? You'll play this game.

It takes a moment to muster the strength but you leap over, stretching your arms out to latch onto his waist.

"WAH-!" He cries in surprise before his tiny hands are clawing uselessly at your arms. "Let go of me! You're gonna get me sick! You're a disgusting bottomless pit of snot and sweat right now you wench! WAHHHHH!" He sqwuaks, theatric performance complete with fake tears.

You roll his eyes and only tighten your hold.

He definitely could wiggle free right now. He has more than enough strength to escape from a sick person's arms. Him struggling to do so makes you almost suspect that... maybe... your boyfriend actually loves you?! No way!

He eventually huffs, heaving for air as if he had just run a marathon. "Ughhhh, fine! You're so persistent... I guess I can't escape!~"

His frustrated scowl almost instantly curves into a nonchalant smirk, as if he hadn't just been clawing to get away from you, his hand coming down to comb through your hair.