• Benevolence •

• Famous Last Words •

As it turns out, I was not fine. Staying out in the snow had its consequences. I woke up the next morning feeling warmer than usual, a dull headache accompanying what was surely a fever. Despite it, theres no way I was letting a cold get me behind everyone else.

I get dressed and head to class. Dropping into my seat, I lay my head down for just a moment but I'm startled when Bakugou smacks his hand on my desk. When I meet his eyes, he growls under his breath.

"You shouldn't have come to class. You look like shit."

"I'm f-fine."

His eyes narrow. "That's bullshit."

Sitting up straighter, I meet his eyes defiantly. "I feel fine."

He raises his hand suddenly and I flinch back only for him to touch my forehead with a surprisingly gentle touch. He scoffs quietly.

"You're fuckin' burning up. Go back to the dorms, dumbass."

"N-no. I'm not m-missing class."

The ashy blond scowls. "For a wannabe nurse, you take shit care of yourself."

At my lack of response, he glares before heading to his own seat. Class begins soon after and I force myself to pay attention. It's a little harder to focus but I make do. Bakugou sends glares towards me at various points throughout the day until lunch.

I manage to avoid him on the way to the cafeteria. Despite my lack of appetite, I make myself get something to eat and practically collapse into the seat next to Hitoshi. He spares me a glance before gaining a look of suspicion at my appearance.

Before I can object, he places the palm of his hand against my cheek to check for fever. It's cool against my skin and I subconsciously lean into the touch.

"You're sick."

His statement sounds more like an accusation. Moving back from his hand, I shake my head but it only serves to aggravate my headache- and my friend.

"I'm fi-fine."

"Yeah, sure. Your fever is just a figment of my imagination."

At his sarcastic remark, I cross my arms in defiance. "I'm not leaving."

"If I tell Aizawa, you will."

"You wouldn't..."

"Watch me."

When he pulls out his phone and starts typing a message, I grab at his arm and whine quietly. "Please 'toshi... I don't wanna miss class."

He looks sympathetic almost, putting his phone down slowly, and I feel relieved before his face morphs into a look of apathy.

"Sucks for you."

He sends the message.

Feeling throughly betrayed, I drop my head to the table. I hear my phone go off not even minutes later.

From: Eraserhead
You're sick? Go back to
the dorms.

To: Eraserhead
Hitoshi's wrong
i'm fine

From: Eraserhead
Bakugou came to me before
lunch as well. You have a fever.
Either go to the nurse or
back to the dorms. You'll
only manage to get hurt
during hero training
like this. If you show up
to class, I'm docking your
grade for disobedience.

To: Eraserhead
i'll go to the dorms.

I drop my phone to the table before sighing quietly. A cool hand runs through my hair and I glance over to Hitoshi. He rolls his eyes at my pout.

"It's for the best. I'm not gonna let you run around and make it worse. Just rest and you'll be fine later."

When I fail to respond, he huffs quietly. "I'll stop by after class, alright? Just go to the dorms."

Reluctantly, I find myself in my dorm room after lunch. Though I tried to ignore it, exhaustion clings to my bones in the form of a stifling heat. I drop onto my bed unceremoniously and I'm out in seconds.

I wake up hours later, confused and hotter than before, now tucked under the blankets. I kick them off and whine quietly at the endless heat until my door opens.

Hitoshi watches me for a moment before moving to my bedside, reaching for something on the floor. He comes up with a wet cloth that he places on my head. The cold relief it provides is incomparable to anything and I sigh.

I drift in and out of consciousness with a gentle hand running through my hair. He's humming the unfamiliar song again and it eases me back to sleep, mingling with Ryu's quiet purrs.

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I hope this is okay. I can't remember the last time I had a fever so it might be inaccurate.

Thank you for reading!!!