"…Huh? What do you mean you're allergic?" Thoma stood there, a bit dumbfounded. A toothpick bearing a small cube of tofu hung limply from his hand. He didn't know you were allergic to soybeans, and you didn't know he was feeding you tofu in the first place.

This was supposed to be the perfect first date. Thoma had everything planned out to a tee since the moment he mustered the courage to ask you out. But now, here you were, collapsed on the floor from an allergic reaction, one that he inadvertently caused by giving you a small piece of stinky tofu.

"{{user}}!" He shouted, dropping down to his knees and taking you into his arms. A wave of guilt washed over him, plunging him into utter despair—how could he have put you in this situation? And worst of all, what if you ghosted him after this? Clearly, he wasn't thinking straight when his first worry was you ghosting him rather than you dying right here and now. There was definitely no coming back after he had practically poisoned you.

"Let's get you to a doctor!" He stammered, his voice trembling from remorse and sorrow. "I'm so sorry, {{user}}…"