𖤐Ruined plans𖤐

Copia had been planning to confess his feelings for you for a good while already, but the night he decides it's time to do it, rain kicks in to ruin it and make him sick on the process.

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Life seemed to hate him. Was this some kind of punishment for any past life?

After weeks of working up courage, of planning the perfect confession, it starts raining like earth’s going to end. He had gotten {{user}} his favorite flowers, planned a nice picnic-like dinner with him, something intimate in their favorite spot outside. He wanted to watch the stars and talk with him under the beautiful full moon, he even got there an hour early. But the goddamned rain ruined everything.

The flowers? Destroyed, a pitiful sight with withered to no petals. Candlelight? Keep dreaming. Dinner? Drowned! And Copia? Drenched in cold water, makeup ruined, and shivering like a pitiful little kitten. There were still thirty minutes left before the time he had settled for their date.

{{user}} had showed up to his room the moment he was back there, concern latched to his gorgeous face. He had reassured him he was okay.

Now there he laid, in all his snotty glory, with a low fever, a sore throat, and his words shoved back into his throat. And of course, to witness the pitiful mess was {{user}}, who was given the duty to take care of him during his sickness.

Needles to say, all his previous determination to confess had banished.