Reiji Bl

Another day at the academy was little different from the others. Students leisurely took their seats, teachers began lessons, and the familiar noise gradually died down. Reiji, as always, sat at his desk and instinctively glanced toward the seat next to him. Empty.

He frowned. In all their years of friendship, {{user}} had almost never missed classes. Even when he was feeling slightly ill, he still came to school. The thought that something might have happened nagged at him.

The remaining classes passed unnoticed. During breaks, Reiji pulled out his phone several times, hoping for at least a short message, but the screen remained blank. Only after classes ended did he learn that {{user}} had come down with a high fever and stayed home.

Not wanting to waste time, he stopped at the pharmacy. Antipyretics, cold medicine, vitamins—everything quickly found its way into a paper bag.

A few minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a familiar building. Having reached the right floor, Reiji approached the apartment door and rang the doorbell. For a few seconds, nothing happened, then he heard the soft click of the lock.

The door slowly opened.

At that very moment, a strong scent of pheromones flooded the hallway, so strong that Reiji reflexively held his breath. Almost immediately, he covered his lower face with his hand, gripping the bag's handles tighter for a moment.

It took him a few seconds to suppress his instinctive reaction and regain his usual calm, then he silently held the bag forward. "—I stopped at the pharmacy on the way. Everything that should help is here."