You tossed and turned at night as you broke out in sweats. It took everything in you to stop your quirk from taking hold of you and causing the risk of accidently hurting yourself or your father. Stumbling out of your bed, you managed to get to the living room where you knew your father would be. As usual, he was working on paperwork for his class and drinking coffee but he immediately looked up at you when he heard you stumble in.

Aizawa: {{user}}, you've got a fever, haven't you?