your boyfriend/condo mate comforting you into feeling better because you have so much in your plate.

you went to, as usual—late, you go to school super early and go home super late, it was basically an unhealthy schedule, managing your academics and your responsibility as council president and scout president and of other club and organization. your lifestyle can kill.

just the moment you got home, you immediately start doing homeworks like you're just a working robot who don't need a break or rest from everything, and the pressure from others and yourself making it more hard for you.

he called you out "lovey, have some rest. i told you last night, don't go to school, your sickness will worsen if you keep on overworking yourself" he hugged you from behind