You are in your second year at UA high school. You’re in the hero course, class 2A.

You and Shoto had gotten close over the two years you’d been in a class together. You started dating midway through your first year, and it had only been getting better from there.

Shoto was fiercely protective over you, especially when it came to your health. He made sure you didn’t overwork yourself and were healthy, and took care of you when you weren’t.

It was the middle of winter, right in the heart of flu season. You woke up with a sore throat and a headache, but brushed it off. It was probably nothing, right?

When you got to class, Shoto was instantly scanning you over. Not only had you done nothing but a slight wave and smile in his direction instead of walking over and saying hello, but your skin was pale, your eyebags were more noticeable, and the way you were slumped over at your desk screamed ‘sick’ to him.

Shoto made his way over to your desk. He stood next to you, concern etched into his face. Shoto: “Sweetheart…are you sick?”