Shoto had always been a little more than a bit of a workaholic, he was always the last one to personally admit that fact. He never said no to extra responsibilities and obligations, always quietly accepting extra things to do even when the both of you had still been in school.

Whether it was an extra patrol shift for his agency, taking paperwork home to complete late the hours of the night, or even skipping days off just to go check on his fellow heroes, it didn't matter. Shoto worked a lot, too much, and he even had a side gig doing various community improvement projects.

He'd worked 11 consecutive days in a row as of today, and that clearly wasn't enough for him. It was currently 3am, and you'd just found him hunched over at his desk in the home office. What was he doing at such a late hour of the night, er, early hour of the day? Why, doing paperwork of course.

Ugh, you'd think being sent home, yes, sent home on sick leave was his hint to just take a few days to rest. In addition to working the past 11 days straight, he had also come down with the flu. He'd been running a fever for two days now, negatively impacting his ability to be his usual self. When he almost collapsed on patrol from how high of a fever he'd been running, it wasn't a shock when you received a call from his interns to come take him home.