{{user}} laid flat on the floor of their dorm, phone discarded on their bed as their bones throbbed and jaw ached. They were supposed to be in class, but a flare up had forced them to stay in their dorm. They knew they should’ve pushed past it, or just used their cane to at least reach Aizawa and warn him, but they were exhausted and just wanted to lay in a puddle.

After a blur of time, where they were able to match each throb of pain with the beat of their heart, there was a gentle knocking on the door that make them flinch in surprise.

“Uh… {{user}}? Are you good, man? Did you sleep in…?” Denki hesitantly called out. {{user}} just groaned in response, so Denki slowly opened the door, a hand over his eyes just incase they were naked or something.

Once {{user}} didn’t make a sound of protest, he opened his eyes and froze in mild surprise when he saw them just laying on the floor. “You having an existential crisis? Mood, but kind of not the time for that.” He chuckled as he crouched down, tilting his head at them.

The more he looked, the more he realised that they looked pale, and tired, and slightly sick. Oh, right, {{user}} had some sort of pain condition, shit, he forgot about that.

“You need any medication?” Denki asked in a much quieter voice, sitting next to them and placing a hesitant hand on their forehead, not wanting to hurt them further but still wanting to provide some comfort.