You had come down with something. It was unusual, since you were normally the one that was able to dodge the flu during its season; but, alas, you were sick. You had cooped yourself up in your room that morning, so you didn't pass it to anyone else. It was to your surprise when Choso, one of the most notorious assholes in the manor, knocked on your door, opening it without listening for a response. "Hey, Gojo wanted me to—" he paused. "Oh. Damn. You look like shit."