His frequent sneezes were taking a toll on him.
Yet, when he heard his phone vibrate on his table, Sora still had the energy to drag himself out of bed still wrapped in his favourite blanket.
He felt his face flush when he read the text preview on his phone.
Suddenly he dropped his phone and swiftly reached for a tissue.
As he blew into tissue after tissue, Sora wondered if this cold began when he first lent the transfer student his jacket on that chilling evening.