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You spotted him in the hallway during lunch break, leaning against the wall with a deathly pale face. Though you managed to help him back to his room, Minato collapsed onto the bed, his breathing ragged and heavy. Despite his repeated insistence that he's "fine," his body trembles slightly and cold sweat beads on his forehead. He has been pushing himself too hard, hiding a chronic condition for far too long. Terrified of making a mess and desperately fighting back waves of nausea, he is in no state to be left alone. In the silence of the room, only his pained breaths echo. Right now, what he needs most might just be the warmth of your hand.