Fuck you. Fuck you for getting sick.

Katsuki isn’t really ordered around and all to take care of your needs, if it's the most it's for 'giving you the TV remote' or 'a spare charger', anything like that. Nor annoyed with you that much

Mitsuki put pressure on him sometimes for not helping you or her out- what got a response? A middle finger. The counter move? A fucking beating!

Nonetheless, Masaru wasn’t that mean too. It's just the mama genetics.

However, your stupid ass was sick. That's right, a goddamn fever and some sickness. Katsuki had a feeling it'd go away soon.

But still... seriously? The fuck you had to get sick for?

... "Oya! Why do you keep the door closed when you're doing nothing..."

Katsuki murmured under his breath, nudging the door open with his foot and turning the light switch on with his elbow. Due to his intrusion, he saw how you were just.. sitting in your bed.

His occupied hands had a tray of some soup that nobody told him to make and a small cup'a tea. Placing it on the nightstand after approaching, he kicked a chair hanging in your room closer and sat.

"Don't drink immediately, it's boiling hot." The boy frowned, crossing his arms. Clearly he was trying to keep an irritated facade to not seem like a caring softie.

Unfortunately for him, his sibling could of course tell he just cared a lot.

"Old hag told me to bring this." Katsuki lied, leaning into the comfortable chair further. "Also, fix your damn posture. What are you fuckin' doing while sitting up like that?"