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#the fever reducer worked fr tho
inutaffy · 8 months
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imma post my one and only bylerween fic in a sec but lets fucking talk about today guys
#i went to school cuz i was feeling better and i needed that fresh air yk ( iwish i stayed home)#i sweated my fever off last night i woke up surrounded in sweat i was mad confused#the fever reducer worked fr tho#amen#anyway went to school. first period was fine i was coughing a bit. then i started having baddd cough attacks in 2nd and everyone was like#bro dont pass out#dont throw up#LIKE IM NOT#SHUT UP#now 3rd mf period........................#my teacher is presenting information and statstics of all the people in the junior class who have chronic absences or tardies who are missi#a credit etc etc#and shes like ok so i wanna ask what teachers can do to help#and bro this damn girl in my class is so fucking annoying#YAP YAP YAP#shut the hell up#she started saying all these things about the history teacher but fr shes capping#like shes lying#ik she is#jayme believe the victims........ babe must be doing sum wrong to have a D in the class#she saying all this stuff like if you have a bad grade in other classes he looks down on you NO HE DOESNT#he wants us to try like he wants us to do our best fr#like for serious#sure hes kinda mean but what he asks isnt absurd#and itrs alllwayyys popular kids who got sum to say. people who always late. people who dont pay attention or participate.#she talkin bout 'he gives us like 2 projects a week' wtf are u talkin about#he barely gives us one project a unit#he hates grading so he literally gives us a an assignment at the beinning og the unit an assignment for the middle of the unit/end. a revie#sheet and extra credit if we win the game and a test#like thats it
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miekasa · 2 years
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i get the inkling that gojo would contract 'man flu'.
Leave him aloneeeee he’s just a baby!!! He’s doing his best!! Okay fr tho I think being sick starts out one of two ways with Satoru, but honestly ends up in the same place. Either, one, he already knows he’s sick and/or is coming home sick and starts off being exceptionally needy and unwilling to do anything without the help of his “pretty little personal nurse, whom I love so much,” he sings, with nasally notes every time you remind him to take more Tylenol or bring him a cup of tea. He’s particularly insufferable and is reduced to the appetite of a child (see: chicken soup without carrots or celery, and with curly noodles only), but with his grown ass budget (see: the organic, grass-fed chicken breast, and home-made chicken stock, and yukon gold potatoes); which is all to say, he’s extra picky, and whiny, and all he really wants is your undivided attention.  
Or, two: he doesn’t even know he’s sick until someone else calls him out on it. He genuinely just thought he was having one of those days, and didn’t think to remedy it with medicine—just with putting a little extra effort into his jokes and affection. It’s when he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder that you realize something is off, and when you question him about burning up and sniffling, only then that it dawns on him—oh, he’s sick, not tired. Of course, once this discovery has been made, he’s all over you, whining about how you’ve got to take off work with him to take care of him, and pamper him, and help him wash his hair because, “What if my fever gets too high and I can’t walk from the shower to my bedroom? Then I’d be sick, on the floor, with a fever, and with my dick out—babe, you can’t let that happen to me.” 
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