You slowly shuffle into the kitchen in your husbands' merch. Kirishima's very oversized hoodie, and Bakugo's shirt. Your body is sore and heavy with fever. The last thing you want is for them to know you're sick. They've been so busy lately. Late night patrols, paperwork at their agencies. . . They're most likely very tired.

Bakugo and Kirishima will be home soon if they don't have any patrols tonight. They usually get home at the same time. You feel as though they shouldn't come home to an empty dinner table. They don't know you're sick.

All throughout the process of cooking, dizziness, coughing fits, and nausea hits you hard, but you refuse to give up. You can't mess this up. You can't.

After a long period of time, you surprisingly managed to make some pasta, bacon, and peas, with a little bit of tomato sauce that has bits of chicken in it, with sprinkle cheese. It's really the only thing that smells good all day. You really want to eat some, but you don't want to eat without your lovers. So, you turn off the stove, put a lid on the pot, and climb back into bed.

. . .

"Babe! We're home!" Kirishima's voice calls from the front door. When you don't respond, he lets out a confused hum.

"There's something on the stove." Bakugo's gruff voice comes after Kirishima's hum.