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Hitoshi Shinso never got sick. He didn’t know if it was just because he had a strong immune system, or if it was due to how well he tried to take care of his body. That’s what made it so weird when he woke up in a cold sweat.
His alarm had gone off and Hitoshi was already turning it off and halfway out of his bed when he had noticed that his clothes were damp. A shiver wracked his body. He had managed to get to his feet, shuffle a few steps forward before the world tilted and spun to the left. His knees shook once, twice, and he collapsed.
Luckily, Denki had been home, they both left for work close to the same time, but Denki had always preferred waking up a bit early. He had been in the kitchen making Hitoshi a cup of coffee when he heard a thump from the bedroom. Worried, Kaminari put down the cup he had been making and rushed in there.
Hitoshi had been on the floor sniffling when Denki entered the room. He froze for a minute, not quite sure what to do. Shinso never got sick and Kaminari had no experience taking care of someone when they weren’t feeling the best. He shook his head, it was no time to fret.
A pair of hands lifted Hitoshi off the ground and deposited him in the bed. Shinso snuggled deeper into the covers and looked up at Denki.
“Good morning.” Shinso managed to croak out, his throat a bit dry. Denki could feel a little tug on his heart. The sleep was still heavy in Hitoshi’s eyes and the sound had been so soft he had almost missed it completely.
“I’m calling off from work today okay? What do you need? Soup? Medicine? A damp washcloth? Do you wan-” Kaminari was cut off.
“Shhhhh, it’s too early. Just, go to work. I can handle this.” There had been a whine to his voice. Having never really been sick before, Shinso wasn’t quite sure how to deal with this, but he would try. Denki didn’t have to miss work for him.
“No Hitoshi, I’m staying here.” Denki stood and moved around the room in a semi-panicked state. He was shuffling through his brain to see if he could remember what to do when someone had a cold.
He ended up pacing for a few moments before darting into the shared bathroom. The sound of running water could be heard and a moment later Kaminari appeared with a damp cloth. He gently brushed Hitoshi’s hair away from his face and laid the cloth on his forehead.
The feeling of the cloth on his head definitely eased the small headache that Shinso could feel forming. He let a lazy smile rest on his face and Kaminari also took his temperature.
A few moments of the cool metal in his mouth, a beep, and the results were in. Hitoshi had a fever. Denki faltered for a second, nervous, and then rushed back into the bathroom. He put the thermometer away and raided their medicine cabinet. What did people take when they were sick again?
Denki couldn’t figure out what he needed to grab and instead just grabbed three different bottles of medicine. It was always best to be prepared. When he returned, Shinso was nodding off.
Hitoshi had been watching all of Denki’s movements and couldn’t hold back a little laugh when the blonde stumbled into the room with three bottles of medicine. He was such an adorable mess sometimes that Shinso couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He had gotten really lucky.
Denki plopped on the bed next to Hitoshi and started to sort through the different medicine rambling about it as he went.
“You don’t need Mucinex right? No that’s for a straight up cough right?” The first box was tossed to the side.
“Uhm, this says that it has Acetaminophen? That’s like Tylenol or Ibuprofen right? Doesn’t that help with it? I have no clue but Ibuprofen shouldn’t hurt… Here Hitoshi, take this.” He passed two little pills over to the other and tossed the boxed away. He wouldn’t need that again for a while.
Hitoshi squinted at the pills before sighing. He knew that it would help out more in the end. He swallowed the pills with the small glass of water Denki had managed to bring into the room at some point. The water felt nice and soothing against his throat and he let out another sigh.
Denki had been just about to get back up but was interrupted. He was going to go figure out how to make soup but Shinso had other plans. Hitoshi had reached out, looped his hands around Kaminari’s waist, and tugged the blonde into the covers with him. This was better.
Kaminari had made a move to get up, but the pitiful whine that had erupted from Shinso’s throat kept him frozen in place. He let out a light laugh and Hitoshi felt his heart skip a beat.
A head was pressed against Denki’s shoulder and soft breaths puffed out on his shoulder accompanied by little sniffles. Shinso’s eyes were drifting closed and he started going back to sleep. That was good at least, he could sleep off the fever.
“Shinso you’re going to get me sick,” Kaminari complained but it fell on sleeping ears. He attempted to wiggle out of the grip once more, but the arms around his waist were immovable. Instead, Denki just gave up and rested against the other.
Hopefully, Kirishima could cover his shift today and tomorrow. With that last thought, Denki started to fall back asleep, the hot coffee on the kitchen counter long forgotten as it’s steam rose and dissipated into the early morning air.