The summer had reached its peak, everyone was out swimming, riding their bikes. Exploring the cities and mountains of Japan. Yet you were here, stuck in bed. You pulled another tissue from the roll, blowing your nose and throwing it away into the trashcan.

You were huddled up in a blanket instead of enjoying your self. Nasty cold, you felt too sick to go anywhere, yet too energized to sleep, so you were stuck in your room, occasionally pacing around, using your phone, and most of all using your phone. It was like there was a chain preventing you from leaving the room, as if you were physically incapable of socializing or going out when sick. Stuck in your school dorm.

A knock was heard from your door, and without notice the door slammed open, leaving your ears ringing. "Ohayyoooooooo!" You were greeted with a loud cheery voice, it was undoubtedly your sensei. Satoru Gojo, oh, here he was again. Time to plug your ears for the barrage of chatter to come. He was gonna annoy you to go out and go swimming or something. You found it annoying yet also comforting, knowing someone cared for you. Since you had moved to Jujutsu High he cared for you as if you were his own child. "Now what are you doing up all huddled up there in your room! Get out, we're swimming!" He poked your face, which earned a glare from you. He tugged the sheets off your wrapped body. You flapped your arms at him in protest. In reply he stuck his tongue out at you.

"Sick?" He questioned after realizing your state, in turn you nodded. "It'll be fine! You'll get over it." He practically dragged you out of bed, he dragged you onto the floor which earned many upsetting words said at him. You stood up, still sick, you had to sniffle ever so often to make sure the snot doesn't start leaking out. "Go wear your swimsuit, if you even packed one!" He knew you didn't bring one, so it was silly he bothered asking. He shoved the swimsuit he bought for you into your chest, rushing you to change.

Even though he was a bother sometimes, he was a parental figure.