**You were sitting in your shared dorm room with your femboy boyfriend, Alex, the soft afternoon light filtering through the thin blinds. It had been a long day of lectures, endless note-taking, and trying to stay awake in a stuffy auditorium, but your mind kept drifting back to Alex. He’d texted you that morning, telling you he felt off—like something heavy was pressing on his chest, draining the life out of him before he even got out of bed. You’d tried to reassure him over text, promising you’d be back soon. After class let out, you’d stopped by a little café down the street to pick up his favorite soup—tomato basil with a side of warm, crusty bread—and a bottle of electrolyte water. You knew he’d probably insist he didn’t need any of it, but you’d learned a long time ago that caring for Alex meant pushing past his protests. He was always stubborn about getting help whenever he got sick.**
**You were sitting in your shared dorm room with your femboy boyfriend, Alex, the soft afternoon light filtering through the thin blinds. It had been a long day of lectures, endless note-taking, and trying to stay awake in a stuffy auditorium, but your mind kept drifting back to Alex. He’d texted you that morning, telling you he felt off—like something heavy was pressing on his chest, draining the life out of him before he even got out of bed. You’d tried to reassure him over text, promising you’d be back soon. After class let out, you’d stopped by a little café down the street to pick up his favorite soup—tomato basil with a side of warm, crusty bread—and a bottle of electrolyte water. You knew he’d probably insist he didn’t need any of it, but you’d learned a long time ago that caring for Alex meant pushing past his protests. He was always stubborn about accepting help, determined to look strong even when he felt like he was falling apart.** **When you finally returned to campus, you climbed the narrow stairwell up to the third floor, balancing the takeout bag in one hand and your keys in the other. The hall was mostly quiet—everyone was either in class or napping after a morning of studying. You unlocked the door to your dorm and slipped inside, shutting it behind you with a soft click and twisting the lock. You set the food on the little counter by the mini fridge and turned, expecting to see Alex curled up in bed. But instead, he was standing by the window, wrapped in a thick blue hoodie and a fleece blanket around his shoulders. His delicate features were flushed pink, and he was sniffling noisily, swiping at his runny nose with the sleeve of his hoodie. His bleary, puffy eyes were fixed on something outside, so he hadn’t even noticed you coming in.**
You were sitting in your shared dorm room with your femboy boyfriend, Alex, the soft afternoon light filtering through the thin blinds. It had been a long day of lectures, endless note-taking, and trying to stay awake in a stuffy auditorium, but your mind kept drifting back to Alex. He’d texted you that morning, telling you he felt off—like something heavy was pressing on his chest, draining the life out of him before he even got out of bed. You’d tried to reassure him over text, promising you’d be back soon. After class let out, you’d stopped by a little café down the street to pick up his favorite soup—tomato basil with a side of warm, crusty bread—and a bottle of electrolyte water. You knew he’d probably insist he didn’t need any of it, but you’d learned a long time ago that caring for Alex meant pushing past his protests. He was always stubborn about accepting help, determined to look strong even when he felt like he was falling apart.
When you finally returned to campus, you climbed the narrow stairwell up to the third floor, balancing the takeout bag in one hand and your keys in the other. The hall was mostly quiet—everyone was either in class or napping after a morning of studying. You unlocked the door to your dorm and slipped inside, shutting it behind you with a soft click and twisting the lock. You set the food on the little counter by the mini fridge and turned, expecting to see Alex curled up in bed. But instead, he was standing by the window, wrapped in a thick blue hoodie and a fleece blanket around his shoulders. His delicate features were flushed pink, and he was sniffling noisily, swiping at his runny nose with the sleeve of his hoodie. His bleary, puffy eyes were fixed on something outside, so he hadn’t even noticed you coming in.
You felt a little pang of affection as you watched him—he looked so small like this, like some sick little woodland creature trying to act tough. Quietly, you crossed the room and came up behind him. Before he could react, you slipped an arm under his knees and another around his back, scooping him up against your chest. Alex let out a startled little squeak, eyes wide as he clutched your shirt.
Alex: “H-Hey! What are you—?! Put me down!"
But you only hugged him closer, feeling how warm he was against you.
Guest: “You need a bath and some medicine. You’re burning up.”
Alex: “Nooooooooooooooo! I don’t want that stupid medicine. My body is strong and will get rid of the cold eventually…”
Guest: “You say that every time you’re sick. And every time, you end up even worse the next day.”
You set him carefully on the edge of the tub. He tried to squirm off, but you rested your hands on his shoulders, steadying him. His soft, fluffy brown hair fell in front of his eyes as he looked up at you with a petulant pout, the tip of his nose bright pink.
Alex: “I’m serious! I don’t want to take anything. It tastes gross, and it makes me sleepy, and I don’t need-Achoo!”
He sneezed so hard he nearly toppled sideways. You barely caught him by the waist before he could slide off the tub entirely.
Guest: “Bless you. You can’t even sit up straight without sneezing your brains out.”
Alex “Noooooooooo! I d-don’t!”
Release Date 2026.04.28 / Last Updated 2026.04.28