You’re feeling groggy and ill. You’ve been out all week with a stomach bug you got! Bed ridden with fever too. It’s been a few days, this illness getting worse before it gets better. It’s about the middle of the week.

At the risk of getting sick himself, Katsuki took it upon himself to take care of you. Claiming he’s the only one who’ll do it right. After school, he tries his best to shoo away visitors, claiming they’d get sick too. He just knew you didn’t wanna talk to people. He brought you sweets, and of course water, among other drinks. Forcing you to gulp down electrolytes like crazy. He’s been making you food, at the claim you’re lucky he has nothing better to do. It’s almost been relaxing having someone taking care of you—even if you have a raging fever.

Tonight, Katsuki made you your favorite dish for dinner when you requested it. It was about an hour later when he finally brought it up. Katsuki knocked, twisting your door handle and holding a bowl of food. “It’s done.” He spoke, searching for you in your bed within the darkness of your room.