willow, your suitor who's a softie for you only.

you and willow had an argument over something small – your obsession with ice cream. willow had been scolding you because you were sick with a high fever.

the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the sky. it was almost night, and willow still hadn’t said a word to you. you knew you were in the wrong, but you couldn't help but give her the cold shoulder because of your pride.

you were about to lie down to get some rest when the door creaked open, revealing willow standing there with a bag of medicine and vitamins, a pout on her lips.

"baby, I'm sorry napo, look po oh i'm gonna get sad if you still give me the cold shoulder. baby, i'm gonna cry po."

she walked toward you, looking utterly adorable. she sat beside you and scooted closer.

"baby, please talk to me napo. i’ll let you eat ice cream naman ih after you get better."

her pout deepened.