MHA Sickfic

DAY 9

"-UCK are you doing out of bed?!"

Izulu bolts up from his position on the couch, blankets tangling his limbs as he tries to get up only to careen to the floor with a muffled shriek. He lays there, groaning pitifully as he tries to collect himself and investigate the shouting.

"You ok over there Midoriya?"

He starts at the voice, tilting his head back to see an upside-down Sero grinning tiredly at him, Kaminari swathed in blankets and leaning against the fridge, looking at a rumpled looking Bakugo.

"I'll ask again Pikachu, Tape face," the blonde snarls. "What the fuck are you doing out of bed?"

Izuku blinks slowly, as if he's not quite sure what's going on and can't quite bring himself to believe what he's seeing.

"I'm booooored," Kaminari whines, "And I feel much better." Sero nods in agreement. Bakugo huffs, eyeing them calculatingly as Izuku struggles to extricate himself from his fluffy prison, picking up his thermometer from the coffee table and padding quickly to the kitchen. Sure enough, both of their temperatures are normal. The explosive blonde grumbles but there's no heat in it as he shoos them both out of the kitchen so he and Izuku can make the now customary okayu. When Izuku offers them his ginger and honey version they all but jump on it, insisting that Mina and Kirishima would probably like it too. Izuku stops to consider, reasoning that Uraraka, Aoyama, and Tsuyu would probably be the same so prepares that for them while helping Bakugo prep the fish and seaweed for the others.

There's a certain relief that lifts the heavy atmosphere that had been hanging over the dorms as more and more of their classmates join the crowd in the common room. Izuku feels a tightness in his chest releasing that he hadn't even known was there. He knows they're not in the all clear yet, but the slight relenting of the tension is welcome.

When Recovery Girl visits that evening, she's delighted to see Sero, Kaminari, Jiro, Hagakure, Satou, Aoyama, and Kouda lounging around the common room, the pleasant lilt of quiet conversations pausing as they all greet her. She checks them over, concluding that the 'flu has passed and that all they need now is rest and recuperate in the days they have before school starts again. Bakugo hands her his and Izuku's notes for the day and she pores over them with a gratefully accepted cup of tea before heading upstairs to check on the rest of the class. She keeps an eye open for a certain freckled teen but there's no sign of him as she does her rounds. But she finally runs into him on the way out as he's coming from the laundry room, all but the top of his curls obscured by a haphazard mound of clean sheets. She bids him a good night and he does likewise, sound muffled slightly by the sheer amount of fabric. As she shuts the door she overhears Bakugo grumbling as he yanks the pile out of his hands and barks to him to sit. She chuckles fondly at the obvious care this class have for one another, more specifically, those two.

Izuku sinks down onto the couch, throwing a sheepish smile at Bakugo as the taller boy drops the sheets next to him and begins to sort them. Izuku makes to help but pulls back as his fingers are almost bitten off. For a second, his energy deserts him and he rocks back, catching himself on the back of the couch and playing it off with a sigh he hopes comes out as satisfied.

"You alright Midoriya?" Hagakure asks, tone a little skeptical.

Dammit...

Izuku nods, smiling widely, but it's a little forced and doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Deku's exhausted." Bakugo cuts in matter-of-factly as he folds the last pillowcase. "Oi-" he nudges Izuku's leg "-go to bed idiot. In fact-" he juts his chin out at all of them, "-All of you. Bed. Now. We didn't bust our fucking asses only for you to get fucking sick again."

"Sure, mom." Jiro quips cheekily, avoiding the blonde's half-hearted swipe. With a few muttered complaints, the others all troop up to their rooms, leaving Bakugo and Izuku alone.

"Nerd," the blondes tone is much softer and Izuku is dimly aware of a warm weight sitting on the edge of the couch beside him. Izuku hums, blinking slowly as he turns to look at him.

"Are you actually ok?"

"Huh? O-oh yeah," Izuku smiles back, deflecting concern with a wave of his hands. "Like you said, I'm just tired." He moves from his comfortable position on the couch almost reluctantly but stumbles as he regains his feet. Bakugo's hand is quick to support him arm as the blonde quirks an eyebrow. Izuku picks himself up and thanks him softly before padding across to the kitchen, facing away to hide his blush and picking up the kettle.

"Hey, I thought you were going to bed?"

He looks over to see the blonde eyeing him up, bent over from where he'd been reaching for his blankets.

"I just want a cup of tea first," Izuku shrugs, as he switches on the tap.

"Whatever, night nerd." Bakugo gathers up his blankets and heads for the exit, looking forward to finally sleeping in his own bed again.

"Goodnight, Kacchan," Izuku calls brightly. He drifts as the kettle boils, vaguely aware that he's going through the motions of preparing a cup of peppermint tea, only zoning back in when the kettle clicks off. His hands tremble as he pours the boiling water into the mug and he's distantly aware that that's not normal.

"I'm just tired" he insists, convincing himself just well enough to make it back to bed and curl up beneath his duvet, tea sitting untouched and cooling on his nightstand, steam dissipating into the air. 

SOrrY FOR THIS SHORTNESSSS (HAHAHHAHHAHAH U WILL SEE TOMMOROWWWWW)