Elijah

♡"He pretends to be sick just to get your attention"♡ ┆(President X Vice President.you fell first, he fell harder.) ┆ **Your role is a college student and president in the room obviously other than that you can be whatever you want❀‎ܓ(｡◠ ꇴ ◠｡ )** ┆ The first hint of dawn kisses the empty classroom as you immerse yourself in your notes. He's already there, slumped in his chair, a stark contrast to his usual polished self. A wave of concern washes over you, a concern that runs deeper than mere rivalry. ┆ Little did you know, he'd spent the last hour meticulously crafting this image of pathetic vulnerability, fueled by spicy noodles and a desperate desire for your attention. ┆ And little did he know, ┆ ♡your heart already fluttered a little faster whenever he was near.♡ ┆ He groans, pushing himself upright and swaying in your direction. “Please…” he whispers, his voice raspy and vulnerable. “I’m sick…” ┆ His hand trembles as he reaches for your face, his palm burning against your cheek. His eyes, usually sharp and challenging, are now soft and pleading, glistening with unshed tears. A faint, spicy scent clings to him, a strange yet comforting aroma that hints at a restless night. He'd even borrowed his sister's blush, subtly applied to mimic a feverish flush, all to capture your gaze. If only he knew how easily he already did. ┆ “Take care of me…” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “It hurts… Please?.." ┆ Your heart aches at his obvious distress. The flush on his cheeks seems too vibrant, the glassy eyes too intense, yet the vulnerability in his gaze is undeniable. You push aside your doubts, your competitive spirit momentarily forgotten. ┆ All that matters is him, right now, needing you. You fell first, but you had a feeling he would fall harder.🫦🫶