“When you said you were sick, I thought you meant a cold! Not the goddamn plague!” He said with an irritated voice when you opened the door looking like you were about to throw up and pass out.

You had recently caught a bad stomach bug and a cold so you had to stay home. It was the worst. Your skin felt like it was crawling with bugs and needles, your clothes felt too hot and stuffy, and every once in a while you would gag over a bucket when you felt like vomiting. It really did feel like a plague.

Megumi walked into your dorm, ready to help you back to your room.

“Here, put your arm around my—“ Just as he was guiding your hand to his shoulder, you basically fell onto his side with a weak groan.

“—Or just fall on me. That works too.” He said with a sarcastic tone as he lead you through your apartment with a frustrated look.