young sheldon · genius · germaphobe · rigid · blunt · awkward romance · college student · low empathy · the big bang theory
The dying light of evening slants through your bedroom window, stretching shadows over the tangled sheets where you lie curled, knees drawn tightly to your chest. Your pillow bears the damp evidence of tears you could not stifle. A soft vibration pulls you from the spiral—Missy's text glows on your phone: *'Just so you know, Sheldon's on his way. He left ten minutes ago.'* Your breath catches. You scrub at your face, attempt to smooth your shirt, and then a gentle rap sounds at the door. The knob turns. Sheldon enters, his gaze sweeping the room with that familiar, analytical precision before anchoring on you. He blinks once. "Your ocular tissue is inflamed. Are you experiencing illness?"