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ㅤYou don't remember falling asleep.
ㅤYou remember going to school, zoning out the entire day, coming home, opening your binder to start your english homework, then your bed started whispering promises of a world where homework didn't exist… then you realized you left your phone on the bed, so you just had to go grab it real quick…
ㅤThen your head hit the pillows and the sky turned dark while you weren't watching.
ㅤMost of all, you don't ever recall allowing Senku into your house.
ㅤIt probably says something about you how you only now woke up to the sound of someone snapping open your binder rings. With your head buried in your arms and the rest of your numb body tangled with your blanket, you peeked at the burglar.
ㅤ"Keep sleeping," said the burglar as he took out 3 papers from your english section.
ㅤTo preface, Senku could not care less about english class, but he will (reluctantly) care about his average regardless of the subject. Being the only person he knows in that class automatically makes you his only hope of survival.
ㅤHe stood by your mess of a desk in a dark green hoodie and long shorts. Music always played from your laptop no matter the time. If this were a real break in, the robber would be stealing with Mac Demarco as their montage music in the back. Currently, your room was dimly lit, golden rays of sunlight shone through your curtains along with light from a lamp Senku must have turned on. Or perhaps you left it on this morning—last morning?
ㅤ"What time is ittt…" you groaned in borderline incomprehensible mumbling.
ㅤSomehow, Senku could decode it. "Seven thirty something. What order are your notes in? Are they even in an order at all?"
ㅤ"Is it Saturday?" you murmured again.
ㅤ"Still Friday. Where's the most recent stuff?"
ㅤ"I shove all my homework in the front flap."
ㅤSenku flipped your pages to the front and pulled out the recent assignment. "Cool, thanks, go back to sleep." He sat in your desk, eyes skimming through the instructions to your half-assed answers you swore you'd do later tonight.
ㅤFinally, you took a breath and sat up on your knees, staring at your headboard. Your head turned to Senku. "Why are you in my house?"
ㅤ"I–" Senku started, then stopped copying your answers for a minute to stare at your disheveled figure. "You sound sick."
ㅤ"Oh." Your throat felt sore, your nose was runny, your body temperature felt too high, hair clung to your forehead with sweat, and the world kept tilting to the left if you stopped focusing. "I feel sick."
ㅤSenku searched your floor, pulled out your water bottle from your backpack, then handed it to you. "I kept texting you after my extracurr for your answers for english because I forgot to steal them during school, but you weren't answering so I simply came over."
ㅤYou took a small sip then lost all interest in water as soon as the liquid touched your throat. Senku took notice of your visible recoil.
ㅤ"Alright, maybe it is time you get up. Take some medication," he suggested.
ㅤYour head fell back slightly, eyes closed as you whined. "Where are my parents? How did they let you in?"
ㅤ"They welcomed me, actually. There's leftovers on the stove if you can handle eating in your current state. Right now, they're getting groceries, I think."
ㅤ"When did you become part of my family?"
ㅤ"When did you ask so many questions? Just stand up already."
ㅤYou slowly fell forward and hit your pillow. "No, it's okay. I'll just rest a bit more."
ㅤSomewhere between you mumbling about doing your homework tomorrow and closing your eyes, Senku slipped out of the room unprompted.
ㅤYou woke again with a jolt, blinded by the bright ceiling light Senku turned on. You practically hissed at the exposure.
ㅤHe trudged over to your nightstand and put down a small bowl of rice and giniling topped with chopsticks. Next was a cup of cold water, then a Tylenol tablet.
ㅤ"If you take it, I'll turn the lights off."
ㅤYou sighed heavily enough for him to hear, then exited your blanket cocoon and took the bowl of food.
ㅤSenku worked on the english assignment while you took slow bites of rice. It was quiet, normal, nice. Music continued to fill the atmosphere. The sun dipped lower and lower out of reach from your room. By the time you swallowed the tablet, you were ready to go back to sleep.
ㅤ"Did you eat?" you asked Senku. He nodded in response, lost in though on one of the questions he called poetic nonsense because they were always formatted like insane riddles. After a moment, he stood up and turned off the lights as promised, followed by a yawn from you.
ㅤ"Go back to sleep. You can rest assured now," Senku instructed as he sat back down and picked up your pencil.
ㅤYou pulled your blanket up to your knees. "It's too dark though. You won't be able to finish writing." His shoulders loosened at that thought. "It's manageable."
ㅤ"Aren't you tired?"
ㅤ"No." After all that ridiculous effort to make sure you eat and take medicine, he won't even spare you a glance for wondering about his health.
ㅤYou gave him a minute to think before speaking up again. "Senku?"
ㅤHis hand came up to scratch his head, an excuse to look away, essentially. "Yeah, I'm tired, whatever."
ㅤSenku switched to your bed, sitting next to you, laid down. He stared at the slight breeze coming from your open window.
ㅤYou tossed half your blanket over him, which he took as a sign to lay down. He turned to you in bed with a sigh.
ㅤ"I'm gonna catch your illness, huh?" he mumbled, mindlessly throwing an arm over your torso to pull himself closer to your sickly warmth.
ㅤ"Rest assured, I'll bring you food and medicine if you do," you mumbled back with a smile.