Aizawa jerks upright, scanning the room for any signs that someone caught him nodding off. His body is wracked with an involuntary shiver as sweat wicks the feverish heat away from his skin, and his vision blurs when he moves his head too quickly.

Pressure throbs behind his eyes, and he bites back a curse, recognizing it as the beginning of a particularly nasty migraine. Isn’t it bad enough to just be sick? This is too much - he’s already having a hard time hiding his condition from his nosy friends without the migraine-induced dizziness and blind spots that he'll likely be hit with any minute.