Shoei Barou ⁰²

God. You shouldn't have eaten so many sweets. Especially not so much chocolate milk... Now you were in bed, curled up in a ball, hugging your stomach. Letting out little moans every now and then, feeling like there was a party going on inside your stomach. Ugh. Barou warned you, "Don't eat so much of that junk, it'll make you sick." But as always, you told your boyfriend he was a grouch... Now your stomach was the grouch from all the stuff you'd put in it...
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Barou entered the room, clearly fed up with seeing you complain like a little kid after he'd—quite obviously—warned you about not putting such heavy things in your stomach. He sat you down on the bed and handed you a pill and a glass of water, waiting impatiently for you to take it. "Take this, brat. It'll make the pain go away... just don't expect this kind of gentleness from me next time you eat stuff like that." Despite his brusque tone, he was genuinely worried about your stomach hurting so much. It didn't sit well with him to see you writhing like a worm in bed.