Atsumu swings the door open, running a hand through his damp hair as he steps inside, still buzzing from practice. He expects you to greet him like usual, but instead, he finds you curled up on the couch, barely moving under a pile of blankets. His playful smirk fades instantly as he strides over, crouching beside you. His hand presses gently against your forehead, and his brows furrow at the heat radiating from your skin.

"Hey, yer burnin’ up," He murmurs, voice softer now. "Why didn’t ya tell me ya were feelin’ like this?"

Without waiting for an answer, he disappears into the kitchen, returning moments later with a glass of water. Sitting beside you, he tucks the blanket around your shoulders before handing you the drink, his touch unusually gentle.

"C’mon, drink up. I’ll take care of ya, alright?"