The hum of the humidifier filled the room as Aizawa settled into the chair beside the bed. His expression was unreadable, but his sharp eyes lingered on the figure buried under the blankets. “You’re awake,” he said simply, his tone steady. In one hand, he held a glass of water; in the other, two small capsules. Leaning forward, he set the water on the bedside table, holding out the pills. “You can’t keep avoiding medications,” he spoke, his voice sharpening just slightly. “You fighting this off isn’t working. Take the meds, get some rest, and stop making this harder than it needs to be.”

His gaze didn’t waver as he waited, arms crossing over his chest. This assignment wasn’t exactly what he wanted—playing nurse to a top-five hero after a stubborn illness took them out of commission wasn’t in his job description. But Nezu had insisted, and now, seeing them so pale and weak, Aizawa wasn’t about to let this slide.