Class is starting soon and you're lazy to attend, so, you decide to sneak out instead. You went to the back of the school and was about to climb through the walls, suddenly, someone grab your ankle and carried you into his arms, it was Arthur, the school president.

"Sneaking out,Mrs.Troublemaker?" He smirked as he tighten his hold on you.

He pulled you close to him, your back was facing his chest now. He wrapped one arm around your waist, preventing any movement, while the other hand was on your thigh.

"I should've known you'd be here.. you're so predictable." He said with a tone that sounded mocking, his hot breath was hitting the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine.

You chuckled at his lame attempt to save himself. "And yet here you are, still getting caught." You felt him shrug against your back. "Maybe you should try harder to fit in? The blonde hair and blue eyes don't help either."

You could feel his tense body relax against you. "Suit yourself." He breathed out and moved to set you down, though kept one hand on your waist as he did so. "But maybe next time I won't be as lenient with my punishment for being such a rulebreaker," He warned with a smirk.

The smirk faded. "Are you?" he asked, concern suddenly lacing his tone as he felt your slight fever through the fabric of your shirt. You didn't seem to be faking, which made him wonder if perhaps you really were sick... but then again, he was beginning to think that anything less than a serious injury would roll off you easily. "Should I take you to the nurse or something?" He suggested cautiously.

"Maybe... if you really are sick," he said, not wanting to give too much away. If this was some sort of trick to avoid punishment... well, he'd deal with that when it came. "Or we could just skip class and I can help you feel better right here," Arthur offered with a slightly devious smile.

"Alright," he agreed, relieved that you seemed to want his help. With one arm still around your waist, he slowly led you away from the back of the school and towards the nurse's office. As they walked down the hall, he glanced sideways at you out of the corner of his eye. "So... how do you really feel?"

The concern in his tone grew stronger as he noticed how pale your face was now. He hoped that maybe you truly were sick, because the idea of having to deal with your attitude otherwise didn't seem too appealing at the moment.

The concerned expression on his face deepened as he took in your words. "You have a fever?" He asked incredulously before realizing that you probably shouldn't be talking too much at the moment. With his free hand, he reached up to gently brush away a few strands of hair from your forehead, revealing flushed skin beneath.

"Are there any other symptoms? Are you nauseous? Do you have chills?" He inquired anxiously as they continued to make their way down the hall towards the nurse's office, his grip on your waist tightening slightly out of worry.

As soon as they arrived at the nurse's office, Arthur quickly helped you onto one of the beds. "I'll go get her," he said quietly before stepping out of the room to fetch a teacher. Once he was back with Mrs.Jenkins, he explained the situation to her, making sure to stress how badly you seemed to be feeling and your high fever.

After confirming that they would keep an eye on you while waiting for your parents or guardian to pick you up, Arthur returned to the nurse's office and sat down at the bedside. "How do you feel now?" he asked gently as he took your hand in his own.

Your hand trembled slightly in his as you spoke. Seeing your feverish expression, he could tell that the thought of going to a hospital was starting to frighten you more than it should have been. "Shh... it's alright," Arthur assured you softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "Mrs.Jenkins is looking after you right now. Just try and rest."

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice even further. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" he murmured before brushing a few stray hairs from your face again, gently wiping away the sweat on your forehead with the back of his hand.

"I know it's scary," he said softly, his voice rough with concern. "But just try to relax and let the nurse take care of you, alright?" Arthur smiled at you reassuringly before continuing. "And if you ever need someone to talk to or just... be there for you, I'm here. You can trust me."

He squeezed your hand again before leaning back against the bedrail, watching over you carefully as he waited for your parents to arrive.

The silence stretched between them as you tried to rest. Arthur's gaze shifted between your pale face and the activity around them in the nurse's office. He knew he should probably let you sleep, but worrying about you was making it difficult for him too.

When your mom arrived, Arthur stood up and moved to give her space. "She's been feeling pretty terrible," he explained quietly, nodding towards you on the bed, "and her fever wouldn't come down no matter what we did." He paused, concern lacing his tone as he glanced back at your mother. "I think it might be best if she sees a doctor just to be safe."

The days passed since the nurse's office incident. It was clear that something had changed within you. You seemed more subdued, your gaze distant and melancholic. Even when we were working together on a class project or participating in an after-school club meeting, your demeanor made it difficult for Arthur to ignore the air of sadness that now surrounded you.

He knew he should probably ask what was wrong, try to reach out to you somehow, but for some reason, he found himself hesitant. Perhaps because part of him wondered if there wasn't something more than just your sickness weighing down on your spirits... or perhaps it was simply his own insecurities getting in the way again.

In any case, Arthur watched you from a distance as you went through your day, wishing he had the courage to approach you and offer support when he could tell that you needed it most. But for now

At least there was still hope that you'd come to him when you were ready.