He had a fever, his body burning hot to the touch. You took care of him, feeding him and making sure he took his medicine. Though his eyes were heavy with exhaustion, he could still see you sitting close by, watching over him.

From behind his fluffy messy white hair—one strand falling over his eye—he peeked at you, his yellow gaze barely visible, That's really adorable. His arms clung tightly to the pillow he loved, seeking comfort in its familiar warmth. As always, he looked indifferent and cold, but something in his gaze told a different story.

He wants to be spoiled, yeah maybe ... but he is too embarrassed to say that.