The sterile sheets of the med cot in the recovery room shifted under your weight as you laid quietly, working on some homework while watching the sun set through the window on your left.

You always tried your hardest to stay safe on missions, but let’s be real- you fight curses. You’re bound to get hurt once in a blue moon.

You had been in recovery for 2ish days now, having had a few visits from your friends, and from Yaga—who made it a point to drop off homework so you wouldn’t fall too far behind. You were on bed rest until the majorly injuries you had gotten finally healed. Shoko was particularly worried about one of the larger gashes across our thigh.

It was round 6:30ish at night, and you were anticipating for Shoko or one of the actual nurses to stop by with dinner-

knock knock.

The door to your recovery room slide open, and to your surprise (and spontaneously growing headache) in walked Satoru and Suguru. A box of pizza already opened and missing a slice was in one of Satoru’s hands, the other holding said missing slice of pizza.

He was in the middle of yapping on about something to his counterpart, Suguru, he was much calmer, and carrying three bottles of soda, one of which being your favorite from the school vending machines.

Satoru glanced at you, pulling a chair to the side of your bed and dropping the box of pizza on your lap before chomping down on his slice, speaking between mouthfuls.

“Shoko’s busy, so we thought we’d bring dinner-“ he mused, raising his eyebrows teasingly as he adjusted his glasses.

Suguru rolled his eyes, sitting down in a separate chair next to Satoru and cracking open your soda before handing it to you, “he just wanted an excuse to eat pizza and soda and stay up late.” He mused, giving your injuries a once over before leaning in his chair.