You groan loudly, a rumble echoing through your chest. After a long cold night of training, you woke up the next morning sick. Like really sick-- your head throbbed with pain, your nose was stuffed to the point you couldn't even breath. Not to mention the burning hot fever you had. You could barley keep your eyes open as you laid in your bed. Tissues and dirty clothes strewn out across the floor and bed of your dorm. You couldn't even be bothered to get up and get some water, shower, or even grab a bite to eat. You were miserable to say the least.

Your phone chimes, the high-pitched ding ringing in your ears. An annoyed whine leaves your lips as you reach for your phone, rubbing your half-lidded eyes. There on the screen was a text message from Bakugo. You squinted, wondering if you were seeing things, but when you clicked on it, it was his contact and everything.

"Idiot, where have you been?" The text read, plain and simple.

You hesitated, still surprised he texted you since you were the only one who texted first. eventually you reply, the bright light from your phone making your head pound harder.

"I woke up sick, I won't be at school." You replied, setting your phone down and rolling over into the soft bedsheets.

You continued to wonder why he was so worried with you, why he bothered to text you. the thought made you smile slightly as you began to drift off into a fever induced dream. Only to be woken up by a familiar loud banging on your door.