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Getting sick right before the final exam is the absolute worse, because you need to rest to make sure you're better by the test, but at the same time you feel like you need to study so you can actually pass the damn thing. "Starry night... Expressionism..." Kamiko kept muttering questions she knew and didn't know in her sleep.

"Hey shithead, wake up. Stop quizzing yourself in your dream. It's time for dinner." Bakugou gently tapped her. He places the back of his hand on the cold pack which was now not so cold anymore, and decided to gently tear it off her forehead. Kamiko's brows twitched. Her face and neck was covered in sweat, to the point where her pillowcase was actually soaked. Bakugou lifted the blanket, to find the inside all moist too. Tch, guess we'll have to change this before she goes back to sleep.

"Bakugou?" Kamiko's voice was raspy, and her lips were very chapped from dehydration.

"Finally awake shitface?" Bakugou smirked. Kamiko pushed herself up, groaning a little when she felt her head ache, and then found her pajamas sticking to her skin.

"Ew, I'm all sweaty now," she groaned.

"Take a shower after dinner. Come on, the congee is ready," Bakugou said as he helped her get up from the bed slowly. He placed his hand over her forehead as he sat her down by the coffee table. Still hot, but better than before. The fever might just go away completely after tonight like she said. "Drink some water first. You're lips are dried up."

"Oh." Kamiko saw a glass of water sitting right in front of her, and she cupped it with both hands, taking small and slow sips. Bakugou sat down across from her. He grabbed his spoon to eat his food, but Kamiko just sat there in a daze, slowly sipping her water.

"Oi, woman."

"Hmm?" Kamiko looked up.

Bakugou's brows furrowed worriedly. "Eat."

"Oh, right," Kamiko muttered softly as she picked up her spoon. She rubbed her forehead a little as she blew on the steaming congee. Okay that's really cute, Bakugou clutched his chest. "It's good." She smiled as she chewed. "Bakugou you can really make anything taste good."

"You don't have a stuffy nose or anything?" Kamiko shook her head. Not a cold then, Bakugou diagnosed. She took small bites and chewed slowly. Around halfway through the bowl Bakugou noticed she was having trouble with her food, but didn't want to waste. "You don't have to finish if it's too much. Go take a shower and change into some clean clothes. I'll change the bed sheets."

"No, I'll do it mys-"

"I said I'll fucking do it!" Bakugou pulled her up from the ground. He went to her closet where she kept her clean clothes and undergarments and grabbed a set of clean pajamas and underwear, and shoved her into the bathroom while she protested.

Kamiko watched as Bakugou slammed the bathroom door behind her. She let out a soft sigh before leaning her head on the door. You shouldn't be so nice to me. If you keep being so nice to me... I'll... She shook her head and started undressing herself.

Bakugou knew where Kamiko kept everything. She had no problem with him seeing her undergarments as long as she wasn't wearing them. After two months of living with her, he was already familiar with her tiny apartment. She didn't have a lot of spare bedsheets, but she had at least one extra set. After dumping the sweaty sheets into the laundry basket, Bakugou cleaned up the dishes.

Kamiko walked out of the bathroom to find Bakugou in the kitchen. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "For making you do all the work." She leaned on the door frame which had no door, and Bakugou stopped what he was doing. He wiped his wet hands and walked over to her. Kamiko could feel her heartbeat speed up as he closed in on her. She let him put his hand on her forehead, enjoying his gentleness as he compared her temperature to his.

"Better than before," he said. "Don't forget to dry your hair before you go back to bed."

"Have I ever told you you're such a dad?" Kamiko chuckled cheekily at him. Bakugou's brows furrowed, not knowing whether she was complimenting him or dissing him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just, exactly as it means." Kamiko shrugged. "Take it as a compliment." She went back to her own room, leaving Bakugou to wonder if that was a good thing or bad thing. He sighed softly before going back to finish cleaning the kitchen.

He doesn't have much memories of his parents getting sick. On rare occasions they do get sick, they just go about their day like nothing happened. Bakugou doesn't get sick easily either, but whenever he did get sick, his mother would always force him to lay in bed, and make him congee, change his bedsheets when they got too sweaty, while his father would come in and ask of he's okay, remind him to take his medication, then go back to work.

After Bakugou placed all the clean plates and bowls back where they belong, he went back to the bedroom to find Kamiko sitting at her desk, studying. "Claude Monet... Who the fuck..." he heard her mutter. Her hair was still dripping at the tips, and the blow dryer was plugged in, sitting on the edge of her desk.

"Why the fuck are you studying?!" Bakugou demanded.

"My test is Friday and I know jackshit!" Kamiko cried. Bakugou's eyes widened when he actually saw tears in the corner of her eyes. Is she...panicking? "What if I fail?!"

"You're not gonna fail dipshit," Bakugou said as he picked up the blow dryer from her desk, powered it on and started blowing the ends of her long silver locks. "But if you make your fever worse you might."

"What do I do Bakugou?" she sniffled.

Bakugou didn't know why he suddenly remembered that time he got sick in middle school, right before a big test, and he too, like her, was planning to stay up all night studying. Mitsuki, however, threw him on the bed. He recalled her words.

"You already sharpened your weapon enough with the hard work you've put in. Now it's time to rest your body to ensure your victory," he said.

"What?" Kamiko's face scrunched in confusion as she looked up at Bakugou, who was blowing the top of her head. Bakugou stopped the blow dryer, and looked down and snickered at her confused expression.

"It means, sleep if you don't want me to kick your ass," he said as he picked her up from the chair and threw her onto her bed.

"AHH!" Kamiko screamed as she bounced on her bed. Bakugou slapped another cold pack on her forehead and threw the covers over her entire body. She pushed the blanket out of her face, peeking her glaring eyes out at Bakugou. The ash blonde just snickered at her. He shut her computer down and turned off the big lights. She watched him shuffle around the room to set up his futon, her eyes softening gratefully at the man taking care of her.

"Mom, I don't feel so good."

"Oh my goodness! You're burning up! I'm so sorry dear, Mom and Dad have a really important duty today. Now take some medicine and go sleep okay? There's food in the fridge, just microwave it. I will be back as soon as I can!"

"Okay..."

"Bakugou..."

"What?"

I think I like you, do you like me? Right before those words were about to come out, she felt something down there, and her complexion turned ashen. Oh no. She kicked the blanket off of her and dashed for the bathroom.

"What the fu-" Bakugou was cut off by her slamming the door.

Kamiko slipped her underwear off and sat on the toilet. "Oh man... Just had to come now," she muttered when she saw the blackish red on her underwear.

She heard a violent knock on the bathroom door, knowing it was Bakugou. "Hey shitty woman! The fuck just happened?"

Kamiko groaned, slapping her face with her palms. Her cheeks heated up with embarrassment, but she had no choice but to ask him for help. "C-Can you get me a clean underwear Bakugou? My pe-period just came..."

The hero's face also turned into a deep shade of red at the mentioning of the female menstruation cycle. He stopped knocking on the door, and uttered an, "Oh."

Kamiko put her hand over her eyes as she started chuckling helplessly. The situation was so embarrassing for her she found it infuriating and hilarious at the same time. Soon Bakugou brought the clean underwear, slipping it in from the crack of the doorway. Kamiko said her thanks awkwardly as she snatched the underwear and shut the door again. She questioned how long she should stay in the bathroom to avoid facing this awkwardness. Eventually she changed into the clean underwear and sanitary pads and hand washes the blood out of her dirty underwear with cold water and soap.

After all that shenanigan, she felt her head had cleared up quite a lot. She walked out of the bathroom red faced, and Bakugou was already in his futon, ignoring all eye contact. Luckily she went to the bathroom as soon as she felt it, so the period blood didn't stain her shorts nor the bedsheet. She climbed in bed and muttered a good night to the man sleeping on the ground.

"Mm," Bakugou hummed in response. He glanced up at the bed, to see a large bump inside the blanket, all curled up. Kamiko shuffled around a bit, but eventually settled down in a comfortable sleeping position, and didn't move anymore. Bakugou pulled out his phone and clicked on the browser icon.

"What to eat when on period," he typed into the Goggle search bar. A list of health websites popped up on search engine page. Bakugou clicked on the first suggested page to read an article about the 16 foods to eat during the menstruation cycle. The dark room made the screen on his cell phone extra bright to his eyes, but Bakugou ignored the discomfort and continued to read through the suggested diet.

Lots of water to keep hydrated. Fruits, greens, fish...dark chocolate? Increase iron level...

Kamiko's fever went up again in the middle of night. Bakugou woke up when he heard her tossing and turning in her blankets, sticking her sweaty arms out, and then feeling too cold so she sticks it back in. "Nngh..." She groaned in discomfort as she tugged at the collar her sweaty shirt. Bakugou climbed out of his futon to grab the thermometer. While he took her temperature he also changed the cold pack on her forehead.

The thermometer read 38 degrees Celsius, definitely higher than before she went to bed. "Mm..." she whimpered as her brows scrunched up in pain. Bakugou carefully wiped away the sweat on her face. There was a strong pain in his chest, like a needle poking at him, each time Kamiko showed any signs of discomfort. Bakugou has never felt this way about someone before. Everytime she smiled, it was like he was riding on clouds. And when she's in pain, it felt like someone had place a thousand ton weight over him. At first she was just some annoying bitch he had to defeat to move on with his life.

He had no idea when it started to change. At some point she stopped being just some shitty woman. She's a shitty woman who likes to see guys do each other. She's a shitty woman who likes to stay away from trouble. She's a shitty woman who can't fucking take care of her own self. She's a shitty woman who is easily moved to tears by her supporters. She's a shitty woman who makes a stupid face that looks like she's in utopia every time she eats good food. She's a shitty woman who likes to apologize for trivial things. She's a shitty woman that makes his heart go crazy.

"...Nn...Baku..gou..." Her eyelids twitched, but didn't open. "Baku-..gou..."

Bakugou's eyes widened when he realized it was him she was dreaming about, instead of those random art history questions she was struggling with. A light blush dusted over his cheeks as his heartrate sped up. Never had he been this excited over someone simply calling out his name. He wondered what she was dreaming about, what they were doing in her dream. He took her hand in his and gently pressed his lips on the back of her palm.

Fuck. I'm in love.