Short's

The flu had been going around, Mumen knew about it, and despite taking the right precautions not to get it, he got it.
He still had hero work to do though, so after taking some cold medicine and chugging a cup of coffee to fight off I sleepy effects, grabbing a facial mask, and then getting dressed in his hero uniform, he went out for his daily patrol, hoping to god that no monsters would attack.
Oh god he could only hope.
He was on his way home when a monster appeared, the monster sneezing on to civilians. Mumen knew he shouldn't fight while sick, but like any good hero, he would ignore his own health to protect others.
Mumen sped over to the monster, skidding to a stop when the monster aimed a sneeze at him, the hero turning his face away.
It never came.
The hero looked up when he heard a very high pitched sneeze, seeing a familiar golden eyed, blonde man.
"You're sick!" Mumen exclaimed, quickly nabbing one of the tissues he had, handing it over to Garou, who took said tissue.
"That things been sneezing on everyone," Garou sneezed again. "It's why that fuckin flu has been going around," Mumen handed him another tissue.
"Well, hopefully it'll die out now, right?" Garou looked over at him, and oh god he was really sick, he looked like he'd been sick for a few days.
"Ugh, hopefully," Mumen hopped off his bike, Garou raising a brow at him.
"You look like you need some medicine. I've got plenty at home for us both,"
"You got sick too?" Mumen nodded. "And here I thought the association called you to deal with this guy," Mumen gave a light chuckle.
"No. I was actually on my way home. Was going to make tea and soup," Garou hummed. "C'mon. I'll make you some as well," the blonde hesitated, but followed Mumen back to his place.

Mumen hummed, a cough drop in his throat as he cooked up some home made soup, an old family recipe. Garou was best him, one of Mumen's spare blankets over his shoulders as he sipped tea.
"So how long have you been going on sick?" Mumen finally asked.
"A few hours," Garou replied.
"A few hours? Looks like you've been sick for days!"
"Well that bastard did sneeze on me a fuckton of times when we fought,"
"Really?!" Garou merely hummed as he took another sip from his cup. "What exactly happened?"
"Me and the kid were walking around. His mom was working and he wanted to see something,"
"Tareo?" Garou nodded.
"I've been staying with them for the past few months,"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he found me after the fight with Saitama. Took me to his home, and his mom patched me up. She decided I should stay with them as long as I stopped hero hunting,"
"That was sweet of her," Garou nodded. "Where is Tareo then?"
"Sent him home," Mumen hummed, going back to the soup. "He's probably worried,"
"You can borrow my phone if you'd like," Garou waved him off.
"I've got my own," He told, digging through his pockets and bringing out a flip phone, dialing a number. "Hey....I'm fine. Just at Mumen Riders," Mumen could've sworn he heard a kids voice say 'can you get an autograph?' Garou chuckled lightly. "Maybe....I don't know.... If I'm not back in an hour, then I guess make something up. Should be leftovers in the fridge," Mumen grabbed two bowls from the clean dishes, filling one up with some soup and sliding it over to Garou, soon filling one up for himself. "Alright. Well be good. I'll see you when i get back," and with that Garou hung up and joined Mumen to the dining room table.

Garou couldn't help but look around, surprised that Mumen didn't have a big apartment like the rest of the heroes. Instead, it was cozy, a co-joined dining room and living room, a decent sized kitchen and one bedroom with a small bathroom.
"So what have you been doing lately?" Mumen asked.
"Working at a small family restaurant," Garou answered, looking over to see the smile on Mumen's face.
"That's good!"
Once they finished Garou helped clean up, Mumen nodding his thanks, Garou waving the thanks away. After that they sat drinking the rest of the tea they had. In a few hours Garou sighed.
"I should be getting back by now. Thanks for the food and drink and help," Garou folded up the blanket and handed it to Mumen, who placed it on the couch.
"Anytime!" He smiled. 
Even sick the hero was jolly.
"Oh! Let me walk you home," He added, hurrying to put on his shoes and coat, also grabbing a bag and placing some boxes of cold medicine inside. "And here,"
"You...you don't have to!" Garou replied, being handed the bag.
"It's fine! Really!" Garou sighed, and accepted the bag.
"Thanks,"

"This is me," Garou told, stopping at a door. "Uh. Thanks. Again,"
"No problem!" Mumen smiled. Garou nodded, going to open the door when it swung open and an excited kid imediately hugging him.
"Oji-san you're home!" The kid greeted, Garou able to detach him. "Oh! Hello!" Mumen smiled.
"Hello, you must be Tareo?" Tareo nodded, eyes shining. "It's nice to meet you,"
"It's nice to meet you too! Can you sign my hero catalog?" Mumen nodded, watching as Tareo ran inside. He looked over at Garou who rolled his eyes with a smile. A smile that decided everything for Mumen, so the hero gave a quick peck to his cheek, imediately seeing golden eyes widen in surprise.
"Uh-"
"You should visit. When were both better," Garou merely nodded, the two looking over as Tareo's quick pat's returned, the boy holding up the newest issue for Mumen to sign, who gave his thanks and hurried back inside.

Garou hesitated for a few before returning the peck to Mumen, whispering a 'thank you' in his ear and heading inside.
When Mumen was halfway home, he realised he forgot to ask for Garou's number, but he was sure he would see him again.