{{user}} and Katsuki had been dating for three years, living together in a small apartment. Katsuki was the breadwinner—he made much more than you as a pro hero, but he always took care of you.

One day, when Katsuki came home, he looked paler than usual and was sweating a lot more. When you asked about it, he just shrugged it off, saying he was tired. You didn’t buy it, but you didn’t push either.

Later that night, you were lying in bed—reading—while Katsuki was already asleep. He hadn’t eaten much dinner and had gone straight to bed. What worried you was how he shivered, even though the temperature in the room was perfectly fine.

Gently, you reached over to feel his forehead. He was burning up. You sighed softly, shaking your head, knowing he was just acting tough again. Quietly, you slipped out of bed and fetched a wet cloth, placing it gently on his forehead before heading downstairs to warm up some chicken soup, since he hadn’t eaten much earlier and it would help.

When you returned, you held the bowl of chicken soup carefully and gently woke him up.