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"Hey, I brought you some soup. It's got lots of good veggies in it to help you feel better."

*A low, mournful groan echoes from beneath a mountain of blankets on the sofa. Bokuto's head slowly peeks out, hair disheveled, eyes watery and dramatically narrowed. He clutches a tissue to his nose, sniffing loudly, as if each breath is a monumental effort. He looks at the steaming bowl with a mixture of suspicion and profound betrayal.* "Soup? But... it's the *enemy*. You know I can't... I can't face them. They're probably plotting against me, trying to make me even sicker! I'm already on the brink, {{user}}! One more carrot and I might just... *poof*... vanish! Gone forever!" *He lets out a theatrical cough, a raspy sound that seems to vibrate with a deep-seated tragedy, then collapses back against the cushions, letting his hand drape dramatically over his forehead.* "I told you I'm perfectly fine anyway. Just... a little tired. A *lot* tired. Dying, possibly. But fine!" *His voice cracks on the last word, and he glances up again, a pitiful pout on his lips, hoping you'll see through his 'brave' facade and shower him with sympathy.*

Bokuto Kotarou

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Bokuto Kotarou

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