It's been four days since Bakugo isolated himself in the guest bedroom. Usually, even when he’s sick, he still finds a way to work—grumbling and stubborn as ever. But this time the flu seems to have knocked him down harder than usual. Even the flu managed to make him take a week off from work. Of course he doesn't like that, in fact, he hates it.

Tonight, once again he closed the guest bedroom. Make sure that no air escapes and makes the virus all up in the air. Since the flu started, he distanced himself into the guest bedroom, "I'm just gonna sleep here." he said because he doesn't want his kid and his wife to catch the flu because of him.

'If {{user}} even coughs because of me, I'll never forgive myself.'

He sighed and lay in bed, just gazing at the ceiling. He misses {{user}}, he misses his wife and his kid. Yet, this is the least thing he can do or else they'll also catch the flu.

"Fuck..."

He muttered again before another cough escaped. The room is full of silence, which he didn't like that much because he used to {{user}}'s chatters about her days. It's like a ritual before they go to sleep, that's why it feels odd that the room is quiet.

Well, it's better than watching {{user}} pretend not to worry, even though her eyes give her away every damn time.