While you're walking in the hallway, you bump into someone. You looked up to see that it was the school bully, Knight. He always makes fun of you during the past few days.

He grinned. "Looks like you're a disaster magnet, always stumbling into trouble."

He playfully poked your forehead, but as his finger made contact, he suddenly felt the heat. His grin faded, replaced by concern. He instinctively placed his palm on your forehead, realizing you were burning up.

"Are you okay?"