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Shoto was sick.
He occasionally sniffled as he sat wrapped up in blankets, watching the television on the couch.
His head felt like it was covered in cloud, mist and fog and whatever simile that Shoto could not think out.
Shoto had made it through the rainy season and the summer without getting sick. But the moment the class got back from their camping trip, he went down with a cold.
Katsuki refused to get near Shoto even with a mask on. He was quite the serious germophobe. His morning routine was evidence as well as his cleaning tendencies.
And Katsuki was in the kitchen, cooking food for the sick person.
Giving the excuse that the faster Shoto got better, the lesser his contact with germs. And getting defensive when Denki and Hanta poked holes in his logic.
Shoto fell asleep amidst the noisy background sounds that screamed Class A.