“You don’t have to do that,” you whined, voice hoarse and rough from the seasonal cold that settled over you. You covered your mouth as you coughed, scooting closer to where Shouta stood, reaching for his phone.

“Oh, hush.” Shouta grunted, placing a hand on your chest as he dialed Nezu’s office number. You frowned as you reached for the phone again. “Shouta, you don’t have to stay home because of me. I’m fine, babe.”

“You’re sick,” he countered back, as if you didn’t know you were ill. You scoffed and sat back down while Shouta began to explain his absence for the day to Nezu on the phone.

Shouta ended the call and pocketed his phone, reating his hand on your forehead with a frown. “Oh, love. You’re burning up. You sure you don’t want anything?” He asked, his voice heavy with concern and worry.

“It’s just a small cold, Shouta. It’s nothing to worry about.” You mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Shouta raised a brow and sighed, “Babe, you’re burning up. It’s not just a “small” cold. I’ll start you a bath, yeah?” He told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he turned and walked to the adjacent bathroom. Soon, the sound of water echoes from the bathroom, along with Shouta’s humming.