It was obvious even to Shinsou that he was not going to make it to his room without help. He was pretty sure even with help he’d have a hard time not passing out or falling over due to the dizziness he was experiencing. Unfortunately for both him and Todoroki, Shinsou was too stubborn to just let it go and accept help. He’d already insisted that he was fine to go on his own and so he was going to keep insisting that. Though, he fully understood that he was fighting a losing battle. It wasn’t like he could fend the other off like this.
“Shouto.” Shinsou parroted back the sternness of his voice while also mimicking his voice. “I’ll be okay. Really. I can make a less than five minute walk back to my room just fine.” Granted, with the way he was swaying slightly it would definitely take longer than five minutes unless he really wanted to pass out flat on his face. It was a good thing Shinsou could gracefully and thoughtfully accept defeat. “I don’t need a babysitter just to walk back to my room.”
It was a little funny to Shinsou though. He truly appreciated his boyfriend’s concern for his health. There had never been anyone looking out for him like that before, but there was Todoroki, available to help him even when he was being stubborn and annoying. Maybe it was the fever or the lack of sleep making him delirious, but either way, Shinsou smiled suddenly. “You’re a good boyfriend.”
Well, if nothing else, Hitoshi was healthy enough to mock him. How much that actually meant was up for debate, but if he wasn’t capable of being snarky, then Shouto would be even more concerned. Even though the two of them were close, things such as sarcasm and teasing were simply a part of Hitoshi’s personality. That would never change, or at least Shouto could assume so.
Perhaps it was for that reason that the compliment that he was suddenly offered caught Shouto by surprise. He had to take a couple of seconds to process it. How long had the two of them been together now? It didn’t matter: he would probably be awkward like this forever. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t like this sort of thing, though. Granted, he’d rather it wasn’t spurred on by delirium, but—
A small huff worked its way out of Shouto’s nose. Whether he was laughing, sighing, both, or something else was impossible to say. Even he wasn’t entirely sure. 「 Well, you’re an idiot. 」 He was a loveable idiot, though—Shouto’s idiot. An arm was wrapped back around Hitoshi for support. He might be taller, with the gap in height between the two boys increasing seemingly all of the time, but Shouto had mass, and he could easily lift more weight than what Hitoshi was carrying. 「 Let’s get moving…unless you want me to miss even more classes. 」
