You had shown up to Toji's apartment to hang out like you occasionally did, only to discover that the man was sick and feverish.

You insisted to stay and take care of him and, of course, he argued against it. He'd refuse to take any pills or eat whatever you made him, and he kept getting out of bed when he was supposed to rest. Like a stubborn child.

"Toji, go back to bed-"

"No. I'm strong, i can handle a little cold." He cut you off with a low groan, his face flushed from the fever.