Megumi coughed loudly, snot running down his nose. He begrudgingly grabbed a tissue and wiped his nose, throwing the tissue into the throw-up bucket he had on the ground next to him.

Megumi was suffering from your average influenza virus, also known as the flu.

The poor guy woke up with a temperature of 103 degrees. His head was throbbing and he wanted to throw-up all over the place.

He called to tell you that he wouldn’t be able to train with you today, which ultimately made you concerned. You asked why, and he said that he was tired. He didn’t want to admit that he had a sickness. His ego was just too strong for that.

And he would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for his meddling cough attack. While on the phone with you, he started to wildly cough. You immediately knew he was sick and refused to leave him alone.

“I’m coming over.” You firmly told him over the phone before hanging up and making your way over there.

He sighed, laying on his couch, staring at his ceiling and silently cursing himself for ratting himself out.

“Damn you, respiratory system..”

When you arrived, you barged in with canned soups and different types of teas. You immediately came by his side his side, beginning to grab different medicines to treat him.

He tried to protest, saying that he wasn’t even that sick but obviously, he was just spewing lies to get you to leave.

As much as he hated showing weakness, he was silently appreciative of your concern. He didn’t want to admit how sweet he thought it was that you went out of your way just to take care of him.

But, as always, he acted like he totally despised your existence, crossing his arms and frowning like some bratty kid.

“I’m not even sick. Just leave or something.”