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When Satoru wasn't in the staff room twenty minutes after their lunch was supposed to start, Suguru didn’t think much of it. Sometimes he’d flit off campus, often grabbing a student or his whole class to treat them, or using the period for extra sparring, or he’d just generally lose track of the time. Nothing too strange, and yet he had a feeling something wasn’t right.
So he took a walk. The lights were still on in his classroom, so he peeked his head in and confirmed his own suspicion. Something was definitely wrong. The gross increase in Satoru’s output of cursed energy is the first red flag and the fact that he’s face planted on his desk, body bent at all awkward angles is the second. The biggest red flag, though, is that he’s sleeping at all.
“Satoru,” Suguru crooned next to his ear. “You’re drooling on your reports.”
Still he didn’t stir. There was a strange noise coming from him which Suguru recognized quickly as his teeth grinding together. Must be having a stressful dream.
“Come on, Satoru. This is no place to sleep.” He moved to shake his arm, only to not be able to reach it, which gives him pause considering his infinity usually lets him through even in this state. He’s never been a heavy sleeper either.
“Satoru.” He picked up one of the textbooks that rarely saw use and plopped it inches from his head. “Wake up.”
He gasped, body jolting so severely he nearly threw himself from his chair. Finally, some signs of life.
“Suguru?” It came out brittle and choked, a tone he rarely hears from Satoru. More urgently, he repeated his name.
“Yeah—” he paused when his wrist was seized with a vice-like grip. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“But you’re…” His protest trailed off, brow visibly furrowed. A bead of clear liquid trailing down his temple. Sweat? He couldn’t be crying, could he? It was hard to tell with the blindfold. “You’re okay?”
“What?” Suguru’s eyes widened when he heard Satoru sniffling. He moved to thumb away what was decidedly a tear and felt an unnatural heat from his cheek. A fever? “Oh. You’re burning up.”
“No, it’s freezing in here.”
Suguru let go of a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Definitely a fever. Probably from a cumulation of all of his lifestyle choices. “Nightmare?”
“No,” he said with an unnecessary amount of indignation. The pink across his cheeks darkened. It was obviously a lie.
“You sure? You seemed pretty worried about me,” Suguru prodded, lips curling smugly .
“I was not.”
He looked fairly pitiful with his arms crossed and a shiver racking through him that he couldn’t quite smother. It tugged at his heartstrings enough to spare him further teasing.
“Come on.” Suguru patted his shoulder. “You can go lie down in the dorms for now.”
“I’m fine,” he insisted. Maybe it was just to argue, though he always seemed to go through great lengths to avoid sleeping for more than a few hours at a time. “Just resting my eyes.”
“Go rest them in a bed, Satoru.”
“I said I’m fine.” He straightened in his chair as if that would do anything to help his case. “Just needed a second for the RCT to kick in.”
Never mind.
Suguru flicked his forehead. “Are you serious?”
“Ow, jeez.” Satoru made a show of rubbing his forehead like he’d been decked. “I’m all feverish and my boyfriend is brutalizing me? Really?”
“Oh, so you admit it now?” He couldn’t catch the words Satoru mumbled under his breath, so he continued, “Well mine is ignoring me and about to destroy his health for no reason. Seems we should join a support group.”
Satoru smirked at him. “Well, unless you’re offering to sleep with me, it’s a hard no.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at the door.
“Someone has to take our students.”
Satoru waved this off. “They’ll be fine.”
“It’s either the dorm or the infirmary.” He pulled his phone out to really sell it.
“Fine.”
Surprisingly and concerningly, he got up without much more of a fuss.
“I can probably stay until you fall asleep,” Suguru said, tugging Satoru’s arm, “Make sure you don’t have another nightmare.”
“It wasn’t—” He cut himself off when he caught the look on Suguru’s face. “Whatever.”