Long story short, Katsuki is sick with the flu. He has a high fever, stuffy nose, congested, the whole shabang. Along with a cough and the occasional vomiting. Unfortunate. What he suspected to be a winter cold, turned into something where Katsuki just didn’t want to get out of bed.

Which was rare considering how much he didn’t want…to stay in bed. He felt shitty. Earlier that day you were bringing him breakfast before school and he was still in bed. You replaced the damp rag on his forehead in attempt to lower his fever.

And, even after classes, it didn’t seem like he moved too much. But now you were bringing him dinner. Hopefully he ate lunch while everyone was gone…and hopefully kept it down too. You knocked on Katsuki’s door a moment before letting yourself in.

You placed a tray of Katsu Curry and tea on his side table before realizing he wasn’t in bed. But…Katsuki’s bathroom light was also on.

“Katsuki?” You called, knocking on the door. “Are you alright?”

You heard a grumble through the door before a response. “Yes. Open the door.” Katsuki sighed, looking at you from his spot on the counter as you came in. He was just in some pajama pants. You could clearly see his battle scars that scattered his chest. You raised a brow curiously, and in confusion too. You walked closer to him, close enough to raise the back of your hand to his forehead.

He closed his eyes while you did so. Katsuki was in no mood to refuse your care.