You're Not Invincible

"You should take it easy every once in a while. You'll get sick at this rate." Tsunade places the tea on the table before sitting across from Toshinori.

It's probably because of his attempt to keep his identity a secret, but it was nice to talk and be around someone who didn't overly insist on using phones for everything. She hates the thing. She hates that the devices can be tracked and she hates that people think they can reach anyone at any given time. She would mute the thing if she didn't think she'd have to hear Nezu explain why it was important to be reachable in her position. Instead they agreed that she only keeps limited contacts on her mobile phone and the rest can be dealt with through the office phones.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm the pinnacle of health." He rarely gets sick and it's been years since he last fell ill.

"You say that but you've been pushing yourself more lately." Tsunade knew Toshinori was restless knowing All for One had been sighted, but he really should learn to take care of himself.

"Even if something happens to me, I have you."

She lightly kicks him from under the table. "Preventative care is the best care. If you care about my expertise than ease up for a few weeks." Taking a few days off would be better, but there's no way that thick head of his will consider it.

"I'll try, but people's safety comes first." Toshinori took a sip of tea, and the warmth was smooth against his scratchy throat.

Tsunade leaned back and crossed her arms. "There's thousands of heroes. They'll be fine for a few days even if you aren't around." One for All. How she hates the stupid name of his quirk. It only reinforces the idea to a simpleton like Toshinori that one person must carry the burden for all. Even telling him 'there were people before you and there will be people after you' doesn't work because of how the quirk is passed on. It only further idolizes past users and puts immense pressure on whoever eventually follows him. "Oh, don't look so sad about that. It's life. We only have so long so you should get to enjoy it for a bit." His mouth opens to protest so she lifts a finger. "Yes, I know. You enjoy it. You know what I mean."

Tsunade gives him to the end of the week before he succumbs to the symptoms he's already starting to display.

Toshinori takes another long sip of his drink before purposefully changing the subject. "I heard you're adding a medical corps to your agency." Healing quirks were rare and most people left it at that. There were plenty of hospitals.

Tsunade sighs and cups her cheek. She knows what he's doing, but goes along with it. She recalls a fight she once had with Sensei. There's not enough medics to have them with every team. "Or sorts. Injuries can be highly time sensitive. Planning to have more medics on the scene only makes sense."

Her phone rings. Is she sure she can't smash the thing? Tsunade looks to see who's calling. Kaina. "I need to take this," she says as she stands. Kaina was designated as the trio's secret supervisor. They complained that they still weren't trusted, so she had Kaina followed. Her calling can only mean they ran into trouble.

"Another time, then." He stands up to give his goodbyes.

Toshinori struggles in bed. Three days. It has only been three days since Tsunade's warning before his body caved in. His temperature is high and it hurts to sit up, much less go out to save people.

He knows. He tried anyway before a wave of nausea came over him causing him to place his hand on the couch to stabilize him. It doesn't work as it's too close to the inner edge. His hand slides over the cushion and he topples over. "Ugg…"

He places an arm over his eyes. In part to block out the light and in part to not face the world. Falling ill after reassuring Tsunade he'd be fine. Yes, he had a runny nose and sore throat a few days ago, but that's common with the temperatures dropping.

He struggles to stay awake before succumbing to sleep.

Toshinori doesn't know how much time has passed, but he wakes up to a deep aromatic smell. He's closing his eyes again before they open wide and he fall off the couch onto the floor in a panic. "Who?"

His vision clears to see Tsunade using a knife to push slices mushrooms into a pot. "Good, you're awake."

"Tsunade?" It puts him at ease before floundering again. "I changed the lock and code."

"Yes, you did." She doesn't elaborate.

"How?"

"I told you to take it easy." Her voice lowers and is pointed as if she scolding a child or pet. "But here we are anyway."

He wanted to hide his illness from her most of all. "So you won't heal me?"

"Sometimes the body needs to recover and some lessons are left better to sink in on their own. I'm not your personal doctor and it's only a cold. A horrible cold, but you'll recover." She opens cupboard after cupboard before she finds a bowl. She grabs it before holding the ladle sitting in the pot to scoop whatever she's made in a bowl. "Can you get up?"

"Of course—" He stands up only to fall back on the couch in a sitting position.

She mutters something under her breath. She walks over and sits down next to him.

Toshinori is nervous. It might smell delicious but who knows what she snuck in as medicine.

"Don't look so horrified. It's zosui. I used to make it for Nawaki when he was sick. It's full of nutrients and it's hydrating. Both things you desperately need." She looks ready to pass him the bowl before taking it back.

"Um, are you taking it back?"

"More like I don't want to clean up after any mess you make."

His cheeks heat up when she holds the bowl up and stretched out her arm to have the spoon near his face and it's not from his illness. "I-I-I can do it on my own."

"You're an adult. Get over it."

He opens his mouth to disagree when she shoves it in his mouth. He coughs from the sudden intrusion, but does so with his mouth closed as to not spray the food everywhere.

He stays quiet as he reluctantly takes several more bites given to him. The soup warms him and he feels and regains some of his alertness. "I can finish on my own." He takes the bowl from her.

Tsunade watches to ensure he can manage on his own before getting off the couch and walking back to the kitchen. "Toshinori?"

"Yes?"

"Next time, take care of yourself sooner."