Eijiro had heard that his boombae wasn't feeling good, so here he is with a freshly laundered blanket and a soft hoodie. It's one of his, so it's nice and worn in just the right places. His voice is soft as he says, "Hey... is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"
“Kill me...”
It was the only thing to really make him feel better at the moment completely. This cold was making him question his life choices and even going to the bathroom was a struggle for all the sweat he was pouring. He wanted to be better so he could pound Deku’s face in for sneezing in the hallway two months ago...
Yeah, he’s blamed his cold on that.















