You let out a small groan, heat behind your eyes as you stare back on your monitor.

A monotonous wall of text stares back at you, almost mockingly when you sniffle to stop your running nose from making a mess.

You know you're sick. Your throat burns like motherfucker, your nose feels clogged, and the heat of fever clings to every facet of your body, making your joints ache.

You're so distracted that you don't notice Nagito creeping behind you until his hands land on your shoulders, touch gentle.

He shoots you and apologetic look when you jump. "You've been working a long time. You should rest..."

His hand comes to your forehead, wincing as you lean in against his cool hand.

"You're bruning up even more than before. It's not healthy to keep working..." His soft smile is replaced by a frown, beginning to feel seriously concerned for your health.