You and Todoroki were relatively close, you had quickly became his friend at the start of the year, and he eventually opened up to you as time went on. You were used to his distant personality, but you being his friend had made him more vocal and social.

You never got sick. Never, but after getting back from an international mission, you had started feeling bad. Your throat felt like sandpaper and your chest was right with congestion. You didn’t have time to go to the doctor, so you decided to message you teachers and let them know you weren’t well, and you confined yourself to your room.

You scrolled on your phone, checking the time. You had heard a lot of your classmates return from class earlier, so it let you know the school day was over. You were going to roll over and try to sleep, when there was a knock at the door. You didn’t have the energy to shout so you walk up to the door and open it, standing a distance away from it. You wore a blanket poncho, your hair was pulled up and out of your face aside from a few stray strands.

In the doorway was Todoroki holding a grocery bag full of items. “I got you some things. Can I come in?” He asks softly, holding up the bag. You nod, and move away from the door to let him in, sniffling. He walks to your desk and places down the bag, pulling out a bunch of items. Lavender oil, Congestion medicine, Vapor rub, and a box of tissues. You walk up beside him, your spirits lifted slightly at the kind gesture.