Here you were, in the teachers lounge with a far more exhausted appearance than usual. Satoru, given his six eyes and his constant focus on you, immediately noticed. He didn’t pity you, no, he was just severely worried—despite his efforts to hide it with a playful smile.

He wasn’t one for getting sick, his immune system practically inhuman, plus his infinity blocking diseases. So when he found out you were? It bothered him. Not because you were a burden, which he swears on everything that you’re not, but because he doesn’t know how to help. He’s trying.

“Do I get soup…?” He whispers through a sheepish grin, looking down at his phone then at you. He was googling the solutions, which earned a groan from Nanami and an eye-roll from Shoko who watched the interaction.