Suguru, your best friend since childhood, was always put together. He was organized, motivated, and when things needed to be done, he was on them without a complaint-….unless he was sick. He disappeared into his room a few hours prior while everyone was outside training- which was weird. You had just gotten inside the dorm buildings after getting your ass thrown around by Gojo.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, yapping away to Shoko, your phone pinged with a message- Suguru asking if you could bring some tea to his room.