Mom of UA

Ch.9- sick

"Ah... Ah... CHOO!!" Izuku turned to his boyfriend. "You okay?" Monoma sniffed and took out a handkerchief. "I'm fine. Someone must be thinking about me. Which they should, because my class is the best!" He finished his declaration with a smirk.

Midoryia rolled his eyes, smiling. That smile lessened when Monoma sneezed again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Monoma nodded, handkerchief at his nose again. "I'm fine, iz-izuk ah... ah-CHOO!! Uughhh..." He regarded his handkerchief in mild disgust. "Maybe we should head back," Midoryia suggested. They had been at the mall for an hour waiting for All Might and his mysterious companion.

A shiver went up Monoma's body. He looked down at his boyfriend and nodded. "You'll have to tell All Might he missed a spectacular time." "We didn't even do anything!" Midoryia retorted.
The two boys headed towards the mall's exit, unaware of a blonde skeleton-of-a-man and a green-haired woman walking out of a store. But the two adults noticed the boys, and smiled at the concern Midoryia showed as Monoma sneezed and shivered again.

They went to the class B dorm, arguably so Monoma could grab a clean handkerchief. However, once they walked into Monoma's room the blonde ran to his bathroom. When Midoryia finally mustered the courage to check on him, he found him curled up on the floor. "I threw up..." Monoma admitted to his knee. Midoryia put a hand to Monoma's forehead. "You're burning up. C'mon..." He got Monoma to sit up against the wall. His face was pale, his eyelids drooped more than usual, and his shirt and chin clung to vomit leftovers.

Midoryia moved Monoma's hair from his face. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
After an attempt at standing, Monoma admitted defeat and nodded. So Midoryia got to work. He used toilet paper and a wet towel to wipe off the remnants of throw up, then went to Monoma's closet and brought back a loose t-shirt. "Do you mind if this one gets dirty?" Monoma glanced at it before shaking his head with a laugh. "Where did you find it? That's older than us!"
Deku shrugged. "It was on the floor of your closet."

Monoma scoffed as Midoryia helped him change shirts. "I bet you're loving this, huh i-izuku Getting to take care of 1B's illustrious cheerleader in his time of weakness."
Midoryia shook his head. "I'm taking care of m-..." A realization hit him as he stammered. "my... boyfriend..." The two boys stared at each other. Deku had not yet verbally referred to them as boyfriends, even in private. He'd stutter that they were dating, but he'd never called Monoma his boyfriend before.

Monoma smiled, his eyes half-lidded. "Is this what it'll take for you to admit it?" Blushing,  Midoryia  backed away and hugged his head. "N-n-no!" His voice wasn't convincing, even to himself. "I  just... I-I-I..." Monoma's attempt at laughter was interrupted by a coughing fit.

Soon, Midoryia had recovered his embarrassment and was getting Monoma back into the bedroom. "Not sure that's the best idea," Monoma commented, as Midoryia left him at the foot of the bed and began moving the comforter. "What if I can't reach the—ah-...ah-CHOO!—toilet in time?" Midoryia stopped. "You're right..." He considered the bed, a hand on his chin in thought. Through his sickly delirium, Monoma couldn't help thinking how cute that pose was, especially when Deku was doing it.

Midoryia snapped his fingers. "I got it!" He had Monoma sit against the wall by the bathroom door and wrapped him in a blanket. Then he took the comforter off the bed and laid it out as flat as he could on the floor. He grabbed Monoma's pillows and an extra blanket, then had Monoma lay down on one side of the makeshift pallet.
"There," he said. "Now you can be warm and still be close enough to make the toilet."
But Monoma didn't have the energy to thank him; he was already almost asleep.
Midoryia noticed and sat down next to Monoma, smoothing his hair back.
"Rest well, Neito," he said with a soft smile. "You'll be better soon."

Monoma awoke to find Midoryia face just a little too close. Did the boy want to get sick?!
But Monoma kept looking at him. Midoryia hadn't even considered getting someone else to take care of him: he'd jumped in and done it himself. He had barely flinched upon seeing throw-up, and wasn't squeamish about going through Monoma's closet. The green-haired's hesitant blush upon seeing Monoma shirtless was funny, though, and the memory brought a smile to his lips.
With a long exhale, Monoma reached a hand up to Midoryia's hair and ruffled it. If he wanted to get sick, that was his deal.

It just meant Monoma could take care of him. And there were few things he liked better than to have someone in class A owe him a favor. Even if that someone was his boyfriend.