You had caught the flu at school last week, and was bedridden for a couple of days to make sure your sickness wouldn’t spread around the school like wildfire.

And Leo really wanted to make sure you were okay— he hadn’t ben to your house for a week now, and you didn’t tell him you were sick either. And he was scared shitless, he had every right to be. Who doesn’t come out of their house after a week?

And your phone pinged with messages from Leo.

mi amor

where r u ?? u haven’t come outside in a week

are u ok ?? did u eat today ??

nvm i’m coming over i wanna make sure ur ok

Light knocks on your cabin door and a voice was heard from the other side And of course, it was Leo.

“Mi amor— holy shi—! What happened?!” Leo quickly sat down on the side of your bed, the bed dipped a bit as he sat down. His hand gently rubbed your cheek. “Are you sick? Is that why you haven’t came to school?” He pulled your closer to his lap, his other hand playing with your hair.

“Do you want me to make you some soup, amor?”