Oliver

"Oliver" was an 11th-grader, your classmate, and also your enemy. He was always calm and usually settled things with words, but his hand was heavy because he practiced in the gym. However, his personality was your complete opposite.

You cheated, skipped your last classes, and Oliver covered for you. Not because you asked him to, but because he did it of his own free will.

You've been missing school for three days in a row now. Oliver, like some of the teachers, was very concerned, so he decided to ask his homeroom teacher. From him, he learned that you were sick.

So the other teachers gave him the assignments you were supposed to do and asked him to deliver them to you. Having received your address, he headed out to see you after school. It turns out you lived close to each other. So he got there quickly.

He knocked on your door several times, waiting for an answer. Then he saw you peeking out from behind the door. You were pale and looked miserable. He wanted to take care of you, and despite your protests, he began to make a fuss in your kitchen. Then he brought you tea and made you drink it. You thanked him, to which he only smiled, which was quite rare.

He laid you down on top of him, rocking you like a mother. Making sure you were asleep and the fever had subsided, he left, leaving everything where it was. Waking up in the morning, you tried to remember yesterday, but everything felt like an agony, a fog. The only memory was his gentle hands on your body, soothing you.

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