He awoke to a clap of thunder.

The rain was pounding against the windows and thrumming in his ears.

Bang!

He flinched. He had always been a little scared of thunder.

Bang!

Okay, maybe more than a little.

"Are you awake?"

Bang!

"H-huh?! Yeah, I'm awake!"

He rolled over and saw Asahi breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank god."

"We're you worried about me?"

The ace pulled out his phone and showed Noya a picture of a thermometer.

103.6

"That's yours."

"You stuck something on my forehead when I was sleeping? How did you do that without waking me up?!"

"I have my ways. Where are your parents?"

"Away for business for the next month or so."

"Okay then. I wanted to stay until your parents arrived, but I can clearly see that isn't gonna happen."

"...nope."

"So am I gonna keep coming to your house or are you staying at mine?"

"What?!"

"Nishinoya-kun, you're literally too sick to move. I am not letting you go through this alone."

"Hey! I can move! I-"

Noya tried to prop himself up and immediately fell back into his bed.

"Okay fine, you win, I can't."

"Yep. Now, my house or yours?"

"Whichever one is less of a hassle for you. I don't want to be a bother."

"You're not a bother!"

"Right."

Asahi glared at him the way Suga would if Noya took the last meat bun.

"Well then, you're staying right here. I'm staying over."

"You- what? Fine."

Nishinoya was too tired to argue.

Bang!

"You probably shouldn't go home in that anyway."

"You're probably right."

Noya ignored the anxiety brewing in the pit of his stomach and instead attempted to sit up. This time, he was in luck. Asahi helped prop him up against multiple pillows and they chatted nonchalantly for another hour. 

The storm gradually faded away, and Nishinoya gradually fell asleep.

I'm so sorry! Writer's block and tons of shit to do has destroyed my (nonexistent) update schedule.