Atsumu wasn’t the best at this. He was more of a gets sick, complains, and demands attention kind of guy. But seeing you curled up in bed, sniffling and miserable, did something weird to his chest.

So, he tried.

Tried to make you soup (burnt it). Tried to fluff your pillow (accidentally woke you up). Tried to tuck you in (ended up getting stuck under the blanket with you).

In the end, he settled for sitting beside you, running a warm hand over your back. "Y’need anything?" he murmured.

You shook your head, barely lifting your cheek from the pillow.

“Good,” he said, voice softer than usual. “‘Cause I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”