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Oboro never gets sick, or so he insists.

"I never get sick," Oboro repeats confidently.

Sure, he's lying on a long cloud in the office of the joint agency he runs with Shouta and Hizashi, but everyone deserves a nap from time to time.

"You're burning up," Shouta says, standing at the edge of Oboro's fluffy bed.

Oboro extends the tendrils of the cloud around Shouta's legs, just because he can. If he could feel with his clouds like Hawks can with his feathers, it would be like a leg hug. Like cats do. Oboro is basically channelling Sushi right now, which is an absolutely normal thing to do and think. He's a playful person like that! Oboro chuckles to himself then frowns. His head does hurt a little bit. Maybe it's due to all the questioning.

"Don't be a brat," Shouta continues, sounding fed up. "I became a Pro Hero rather than a teacher so I wouldn't have to deal with brats."

"And yet you're considering reducing your hours to go teach at UA on the side," Oboro mumbles, turning his back to Shouta.

A nap truly would be nice. Behind him, Shouta sighs. With a sly little smile that no one can see, Oboro springs his trap. The cloud tendrils close around Shouta's legs and pull him onto the makeshift cloud bed.

"Y'can be the big spoon," Oboro mumbles around a mouthful of cloud.

Bedsheets would feel nicer and cooler against his face, but alas. They don't have a bed in the agency. A glaring omission that they should rectify. A napping station! Every hero agency should have that. They should introduce this as a new mandatory building requirement for all hero agencies ever, not just in Japan but maybe even in the entire world.

The door bursts open, interrupting Oboro's thoughts about how he would fit this new career as a visionary alongside hero work. And how to bring his two lovers with him.

"What is this?" Hizashi exclaims. "Slacking at work! On my watch!"

Behind him, Shouta is failing to extricate himself from the cloud because every time he tries to prop himself up, Oboro skilfully makes his arm fall through that section of the cloud.

"A sick hero wouldn't be able to do that!" Oboro taunts him.

"Oh, so Oboro's still sick," Hizashi comments, clearly having misheard.

"Not sick!" Oboro corrects helpfully, though having to repeat the same thing over and over is doing nothing to help with his headache.

At least, Shouta's arms are wiggling under him, so clearly he's getting on with the big spoon program. This is going to be the best nap. And if Oboro manages to get Hizashi onto this cloud, it could also become a cuddle pile, and how wonderful would that be?

"Cuddle pile..." Oboro murmurs.

"I didn't want to do this," Shouta says, "but..."

The cloud disappears under Oboro. "Oompf!"

Shouta's arms were ready though, and Hizashi also steps in to help. They gently get Oboro onto his feet. Standing is so much more effort than lying down. Oboro pretty much rests his entire weight on Shouta, nose lost in his neck.

"This is so much easier when we can use his clouds to transport people," Hizashi says.

"Too bad it's useless to us now, because he's the only brat who'd refuse to go home when sick."

Hizashi laughs and it rings kind of painfully into Oboro's head but he loves that voice so much, he doesn't really mind.

"I'll remind you of those words," Hizashi says, "next time you try to deal with a concussion by doing paperwork all night."

"That was different," Shouta replies.

He must be glaring at Hizashi because Oboro feels his Cloud quirk return to him.

"Cuddle pile..." Oboro mumbles again, eyes closed, filling the room with a big fluffy cloud.

Shouta clicks his tongue and it all disappears again. Oboro pouts but doesn't open his eyes. Life is comfortable, against Shouta's shoulder.

"All right," Hizashi says. "We're the bosses here! Let's take the rest of the day off."

"Today was supposed to be the day we finally catch up on paperwork," Shouta says, but he's already heading toward the door.

Oboro grumbles a protest as he tries to follow without changing position. His eyelids feel too heavy to open. His head feels like it's filled with clouds. Maybe that's where his quirk goes whenever Shouta locks it up.

"We'll have a big cuddle pile when we get home," Shouta promises him.

"And rice porridge!" Hizashi adds.

There's a brief wet noise, a little smack – they must have kissed. That is so unfair. Oboro wants kisses too. He promises not to make his lovers sick. Because he's not sick. He's as fine as can be, leaning heavily against his lovers. Where else would he rather be? Nowhere, that is. And yeah, he's thankful that they live only a block from the office so they don't have to wait for a taxi.

When they get home, Shouta and Hizashi gently lower him onto the bed and Shouta goes to the kitchen to make the rice porridge. Hizashi talks softly as he helps Oboro to change into more comfortable clothes, and sure it's nice to get taken care of. Maybe there's no harm in letting it happen. Maybe the pounding in his head is a fever, and maybe the itch at the back of his throat isn't due to overusing his voice.

"Cuddle pile..." he attempts again when Shouta returns with the food.

"Yeah," Shouta agrees.

"Absolutely," Hizashi adds.

The three of them lie down on the bed, with Oboro's head on Shouta's lap while Hizashi's fingers play in Oboro's hair. This is nice. This is perfect. Oboro feels soft inside, and calls up a cloud to surround them gently to share how he feels. He doesn't doubt he'll be understood, and he's right.