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Kyoka hates being sick.
It's her least favorite thing in the world.
Right now though, something's beating it.
Being sick without Katsuki being there.
They're not dating, but she likes him… a lot.
She knows he has her mom's potato soup recipe for when she's sick too.
She can't ask them for it because they're on tour.
She can't ask him for it because he's with his parents.
He can't know she's sick.
Not that it'd matter, but she refuses to be added to his list of sick idiots because Hitoshi, Kirishima, and Denki are sick too.
Kyoka curls into a ball, coughing into her guitar pillow, and grumbling because her stomach is twisting.
She needs to eat but not what's being made.
She uses her ear jacks to grab her bag of crackers from the desk instead.
Knock.
Kyoka ignores it in favor of grabbing a cracker.
Knock.
"Go away, I can feed myself just fine!" hollers Kyoka in annoyance.
She hears the sound of keys and freezes.
Katsuki is the only other person who can get into her damn dorm, and it's only because he can get into all of their dorms.
It was part of the agreement after the war, being able to get into each other's rooms. Especially for Katsuki and Izuku. But Aizawa and the people involved have to be informed when a key is used.
"Yeah, you're not pulling this shit with me," huffs Katsuki as he steps into the room, pocketing his key, holding a bowl of something steaming that smells familiar and mouth-wateringly good. "I've got your soup, and I'm taking care of your ass today. You've been neglecting your needs to hide the hell out instead of texting me, Doll."
"You were with your parents, and why would it even matter if I had reached out?" grumbles Kyoka as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Wait, Doll?"
"It matters because I fucking care about you, Doll. A lot more than I should as your friend," huffs Katsuki as he shuts the door and walks over to her bed. He puts the bowl on the side table and reaches out to press his wrist to her forehead.
"I—Really?" mutters Kyoka as she twists to look st him with wide eyes.
"Let's get you fed, medicated, and put to bed again," murmurs Katsuki as he grabs the bowl and starts slowly feeding her.
"What, you gonna hold me?" snorts Kyoka with a shake of her head.
"If it means you sleep, then yeah, Doll, I will," replies Katsuki firmly as he holds up another spoonful of soup.
Kyoka barely managed to keep from choking as she grabs a water and takes a harsh swig from it. He sets the bowl on the side table as she slouches down after taking her medicine. He lays down with her, tugs her against him, and holds her firmly.
She'll confess later, make things even, but she needs sleep first.