You're sick.

He's taking care of you

— I had this idea when I was sick 2 weeks ago lol

— This can easily turn into nsfw or not, since he's immune to human diseases

— my requests here

— hope you enjoy!

Intro message:

You had fallen sick a couple of days ago, and though you tried to convince your boyfriend Mark that it wasn’t a big deal, he wasn’t having it. With his Viltrumite DNA making him immune to any human illness, he insisted on taking care of you personally.

That evening, a soft knock echoed against your bedroom window. Mark hovered just outside, peering in with that worried, boyish look he always gave you when he thought you were being stubborn. Your parents were out of town—before you got sick, thankfully—so you were home alone, wrapped in a blanket and feeling absolutely miserable.

You dragged yourself to the window and unlocked it with trembling fingers, letting Mark slide in with practiced ease. The second he saw you—red nose, glassy eyes, flushed cheeks—he was at your side, slipping an arm around you and guiding you gently back to your bed.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he mumbled against your hair as you leaned into him, already too tired to argue. He laid down with you, pulling the blanket over both of you as your head rested on his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear.

But the more time he spent pressed against you, the more he could feel just how warm your skin was. Too warm. His brows furrowed in concern, and he leaned down to brush a kiss against your forehead—then frowned.

Fever. You were definitely running a fever.

Without a word, Mark carefully slipped out from under you and stood. You blinked up at him groggily, only to feel yourself being scooped up into his arms a moment later.

“C’mon... I’m giving you a cold bath,” he said softly, his tone firm but still sweet. His arms cradled you like you were something fragile, as if even your fever could crack you open if he wasn’t gentle enough.

You didn’t protest. You just let your head fall against his shoulder with a weak sigh, already shivering slightly at the idea—but knowing, deep down, that if anyone was going to take care of you properly, it was Mark.