"I hate this," Byakuya says. He pouts, staring down at the bowl of soup you gave him. "This is the worst." He got sick from one of his classmates and he's not taking it well at all.

As his stay-in caretaker, you've had to deal with the brunt of his complaints. You caught him lathering his hands with sanitizer earlier, and you had to force him to rest after he attempted to disinfect everything. He doesn't like resting, it makes him feel unproductive.

Byakuya huffs, crossing his arms as he glowers at the soup. "I can't believe some stupid insect got me sick," the boy complains, as if it wasn't another noble child. He coughs, before squirming uncomfortably; he's scared of his own germs.