Other then All Might and Izuku's mom, Shouto is the only one who can get Izuku to stay in bed when sick.
“Here.” A bowl of warm soup was shoved into his face, “Eat it.”
Izuku’s face contorted into a frown and pushed the menacing object away from his face. Shouto persisted, constantly taunting the bowl on the bedridden boy’s cheek. The heat from the soup cleared the mucus in his nostrils, the delicious smell alerting his mind to eat. Izuku parted his lips.
“Feed me.” He said. Shouto’s face was as flat as a board.
“No.” A spoon was pressed into his hand, “You can do it by yourself.“
Izuku merely swayed his head from side to side and whined, "Don’t wanna. You brought it to me. Feed me."
An eyelid twitched or two and a jaw was set firm. Shouto bit out a growl through his teeth and forcefully took the spoon away from the limp hand. He scooped some soup and precariously held it by the lips. Izuzku slowly sipped it off and a satisfied hum came after.
The situation droned on for minutes as Shouto silently eyed Izuku. Even with messy verdant hair and a runny nose, he still is adorable. He could faint just at the sight of him.
By the time Shouto set the empty bowl on the side table, Izuku was already snoring his ass off. On impulse, he brought a hand by his forehead and played with his hair. Shouto bent forward and pressed a light kiss on the freckled skin. He slowly stood up and, as he closed the door, whispered.
"Sweet dreams, Izuku.”