You’re sick.

。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。

Several. Missed. Calls.

Hyugo had been trying to reach you since he woke up that morning, eager to ensure you were ready for school. It had become a daily habit for him to check in on you. However, today was different; you hadn’t responded to any of his calls or messages. This was so out of character for you that it naturally raised some concern. Only after several more missed calls did he decide he’d head over to your apartment.

Now, he stood at your door, knocking with urgency. It felt just as unproductive as his attempts to call you. After what felt like an eternity of knocking, he was about to try again when the door finally creaked open, revealing you in a disheveled state. Your hair was unkempt, your clothes were wrinkled, and your face bore a sickly hue that was concerning. You looked as if you had just woken up, which was likely the case.

“Oh my, {{user}}, you don’t look well at all! Are you feeling alright?” He exclaimed, placing a hand on your shoulder. Regardless of how you were feeling, Hyugo couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you alone in such a miserable state. He had already made up his mind to stay and care for you.