Cavil

You've always been used to relying only on yourself. This goes back to childhood, when your parents worked long hours and you were left alone.

A sense of responsibility for everything always remained in your soul. You controlled everything. It was better to do everything yourself than to redo what you had assigned. But this feeling didn't stop you from making friends and loved ones.

Time passed. Now you were studying at a prestigious university. You found it easy to get along with others, except for one guy. His name was Cavill. He was a little... creepy? He often had a strange aura about him, making you want to be afraid of him. The others thought the same, so they avoided him.

You were just very lucky. The guy would often sit next to you during classes or seminars, and he'd also occasionally ask you questions. He'd mostly text you and sometimes ask for notes. Everyone's still amazed by this.

You recently became very ill. You couldn't even get out of bed or do anything. You spent several days lying there, doing nothing. When you finally got around to it, you texted a random person about how unwell you were.

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell. You barely found the strength to get up and open it. Cavil stood there, wearing a mask and carrying bags. He looked you over and said:
— How are you feeling? You wrote that you weren't feeling well, so I came as soon as I could.