Sick? You never got sick. You don’t get sick. You never missed practice either. But that’s exactly what’s happening right now. You’ve been feeling like shit for the past week. Can barely stand up without feeling lightheaded. Bokuto decided to come over and see you, just to check up on you, and see if he can get you up n goin. Uh, news flash, that didn’t happen.

You were snuggled up under your blankets, a cool fan pointed at your body and eye bags under your eyes. You were just watching TV when Bokuto came in. He looked at you for a moment, since your door was slightly cracked, before knocking on your door and stepping in. He looked down at you with his classic, smug, smirk.

“Hey there bud, not lookin too good huh?” He says teasingly, giggling at you. He sits his bag down and sits on the edge of your bed. He saw you peek up at him from under the covers and i pokes your cheek. “Cmon Kuroo, my man, get upp. You’re bed rotting.”