mha sick fics (angst)

overworked (tododeku)

Hey? What's this? Another fic I'm going to be posting spontaneously with no schedule??

Yes!

Sick- Midoriya
Caretaker- Todoroki

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Izuku Midoriya had been overexerting himself for days on end. He had noticed he was feeling under the weather a couple days ago, two to be exact. He thought it was just a case of the sniffles, and he wasn't about to stop coming to school just because of a small cold.

The next night those sniffles turned into food poisoning. He thought maybe his stomach was just sensetive from his runny nose, maybe something Denki helped cook came out funky, it happens to the best of people. Plus! When he felt his forehead it didn't feel like he had a fever.

But today, he knew he made a mistake by coming to school. He woke up drenched in a layer of sweat, tremors and chills shook him violently. His head was pounding.

He got dressed anyways.

Every step he took down the stairs on the way to breakfast was significantly draining. Every muscle groaned in exhaustion and every joint ached like he hadn't stretched in years. On top of the body aches, he felt the tickle of nausea taunting his stomach and throat. He made the decision to eat a lighter breakfast this morning.

By the time he made it out of the stairwell, beads of sweat had formed on his flustered face. His freckled cheeks were rosy with unrecognized fever.

He grabbed a waffle and went to class, throwing the uneaten half away en-route to class.

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9:31 am:

Izuku had been in class for just over 2 hours, already having to excuse himself once to splash some cool water in his face because of how uncomfortably sweaty he was becoming, despite the fact that he felt completely freezing.

Not many of his classmates were sharp enough to notice something off with his eager demeanor, except one. Todoroki, who sat behind him.

He had tapped him a couple times, asking, "hey are you okay?" In which Izuku always responded with an enthusiastic, "yep!"

10:58 am:

Izuku was reaching his limit. They had roughly an hour before lunch started, he couldn't make it that far. The nausea he'd blamed on eating to quick too early in the morning was growing worse by the second, much faster than he had anticipated... He had hoped it would go away given a couple hours, but now he was wondering if he could even make it to the toilet before he lost every ounce of food his poor body had managed to keep in.

His stomach groaned and whined loudly, causing a couple eyes to glance his way. His stomach felt so full, from what? He didn't know. His dinner the night before perhaps.

He felt the contents of the organ churning. He was incredibly tense. Nervous eyes were turned towards him now; people were beginning to notice something was off from the loud sounds his stomach was making, to the tense way he sat and held his torso, to the way his face was blotched in slight green undertones. His stomach lurched violently into his throat, forcing air up with it.

Izuku let out a wet burp, pushing himself up out of his desk quickly, his hand glued over his mouth, and holding back vomit. Running out of the room to the bathroom down the hall.