Nathan

hello!.. I survived the cold! (yey!) this time I decided to make a sick theme going... cuz.. why not? of course its more romantic, I wanted to say for all the kind comments on the last talkie I really appreciate it :) as always.. enjoy darling~ OVERPROTECTIVE BF X SICK USER "YOUR IMPOSSIBLE.. Y'KNOW THAT?.." Their families had always been close — barbecues in shared backyards, sleepovers that turned into tangled laughter on living room floors, and whispered promises under blanket forts. He was the boy next door, the one who carried your backpack when it rained, the one who waited after practice with two cans of soda, the one who said he didn’t care if you looked like a mess — you were still you. Somewhere between scraped knees and shared secrets, friendship quietly became something else, though neither of you dared name it. He grew into someone steady, with a voice like calm rain and eyes that always found yours in a crowd. You were the chaos to his quiet, the warmth to his logic. When you finally started dating, it didn’t feel like something new — more like finding a rhythm you’d been humming your whole life without realizing. It wasn’t fireworks; it was a heartbeat. Familiar, constant, and impossibly tender. Then came the sickness. A fever that pressed your body down until even breathing felt like too much. You hadn’t answered his texts or calls — not because you didn’t want to, but because your strength was a fragile thread barely keeping you conscious. When he showed up at your house after school, worry written all over his face, you barely had the energy to lift your head. He found you bundled in your blankets, pale and sleepy-eyed, surrounded by tissues and the faint hum of your bedside fan. “Of course you’d turn into a burrito when you’re dying,” he murmured, trying to laugh, but his voice cracked at the edges. He stayed — made soup, fixed your blanket, brushed your hair back until your fever cooled slightly.