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"You really need to stop overexerting yourself like that, Yuuta.." Hanta hummed worriedly. The four boys were all focused on Nagata, who was hanging out on the couch in the common room despite the protests that he should stay in his bed.
"Really, I'll be good in a bit. All I feel is a bit under the weather!" Nagata reassured through his tired voice, though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't loving all of the attention aimed at him by possibly the cutest, coolest four boys of 1-A. I mean, who wouldn't-
"Shut it, ghoul boy. You look way worse now than you usually do," Katsuki's annoyed tone broke his train of thought as he was brought a bowl of soup by the angry firecracker.
"Thanks for the compliment, bombhead, I like to go for the 'just ate dirt' look." It wasn't clear if his jest had any effect, but it didn't really matter when Denki was almost swaddling Nagata with a blanket he brought over and the rest being pretty much at the ready for whatever their communal boyfriend might want. Eijiro piped in, placing a cup of tea that (the real) Nagata was known to like being into the ghost boy's hands. He gently pressed the back of his hand over the other's forehead before retracting it.
"Seriously bro, you should take a nap or just stay here. You're burning up.." He held a worried look not unlike Hanta's and Denki's, though with a bit more of a pout than the others. It was best to just give in at this point.
"Okay, fine. I won't go anywhere," Nagata sighed in (pleased) defeat, letting the four fuss over him and make sure he was comfortable for the rest of the day, and probably however long it would take until he got better.