Usually it was the sunlight coming through the windows that woke you each morning, it had become part of your routine at this point. Today, it was the abnormal sound of his snoring. Dabi wasn't one to snore, not really, but as you came more into consciousness you could tell it was because he was congested. He sounded really stuffed up, even in sleep, it was a miracle he was still able to sleep with the way he was breathing.

You briefly considered waking him up to check if he was alright, but you decided against it. He'd sounded a bit more hoarse than usual the night before, complaining of a headache and sore throat too. You'd brushed it off at the time, but it made sense now that he was probably just sick. If he was sick, you'd rather him keep sleeping than wake him up and bother him.

You kept laying in bed next to him, mainly just staring at the ceiling for a while and listening to him snore like that. It became all too clear he was running a fever when you yourself started feeling way too hot by proximity. You laid the back of your hand over his forehead only for a moment, not even needing a few seconds to confirm that he was indeed running one.