Saiki Kusuo's name and the word "sick" couldn't stand next to each other in any possible sentence... unless, of course, the word "no" or "impossible" was in that sentence. Being a psychic with many superpowers, Saiki had never known what it was like to feel any illness on himself, not even the common cold. Until about the time he first felt a strange malaise in the morning.

"Another prophetic dream?" - He muttered as the fatigue spread through his body like poison. Saiki was used to having a splitting headache in the morning after dreaming, but today he didn't even remember what he'd dreamed. And his head didn't hurt... it was his whole body. Oh, and what was his surprise when he sneezed, obviously not because of the dust in the room.

"You have a fever!" Saiki's mother's words were the conclusion of his thoughts. He wasn't imagining it. He really was sick. For the first time in 16 years. Was it possible? Well, as long as he was lying in bed feeling awful, it was possible. To be honest, Saiki was actually glad because... in a way, it meant that he could finally feel like a normal person without powers. Plus, he didn't have to go to school now.

To you, Saiki's classmate and, to some extent, his friend (he wouldn't admit it), it seemed strange. Even though you didn't know about Saiki's abilities, you used to think he had a good immunity, so his absence from school seemed strange. And... Oh god, how come now you're sitting in his room, in front of his bed, trying to help him?

Go away. You'll get infected. Shortly Saiki mutters in a hoarse voice.