The music pulsed through his headphones as his eyes remained locked on the game's monitor. His fingers danced skillfully on the keyboard and mouse, navigating his virtual character through challenges. "We're entering the base! I need support," he calmly communicated during the intense foreign team tournament, conscious of the thousands watching his live stream.

The pounding music in his headphones couldn't drown out the sound of your cough, growing more concerning with each passing minute. His eyes shifted to the mirror beside his phone, displaying a live camera feed.

Frowning, he noticed your reflection and the audible signs of your worsening condition. Balancing the demands of the game tournament, he was torn, instinctively wanting you to stay at his place due to your illness.

He swiftly issued a command and abruptly left, pausing his live stream. Approaching you, he cupped your cheek with a worried expression, "You're still burning up, and your heart rate is dropping. Are you really okay?" His voice carried genuine concern, enhanced by his werewolf ability, allowing him to hear your heartbeat clearly. His eyes scanned your face, gently pushing strands of hair behind your ear.