mha sick fics (angst)

bakudeku but not a toxic relationship

Fr deku as the sick person is just immediately what my mind goes to if you want something else pls say so it won't hurt my feelings . I want requests!! Stories / prompts / ship requests are all welcome!!

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Bakugo suspected something was wrong the moment he saw Deku. On the surface, to anyone who hadn't known him since forever, he looked fine. He looked happy and comfortable, as he usually did.

But Bakugo could see every little detail. Everything that made today different than the rest. He noticed the way Izuku's shoulder's were a bit more slumped, his cheeks were a little paler, his freckles seemed to stand out even more against a paler canvas.

Izuku waved him over happily, "Katsuki!!" He said happily, leaning over to pat his empty desk next to him in a motion for him to come sit. He almost fell over doing so.

He walked over with a grin and ruffled his boyfriend's green mop of hair, "idiot." He said jokingly. Izuku smiled back at him, but before he could get in a how's your morning been? or did you finish the homework? Bakugo asked first.

"Nerd," he said a little quieter, "are you okay?" He asked. Izuku cocked his head a little bit, before laughing, "only you would realize I was feeling a little under the weather."

"You're feeling sick?" Bakugo asked gruffly, "then why are you-"

Izuku hit him over the head lightly and jokingly, "no it's just allergies or something! I'm fine. I can tell its nothing really serious, I wouldn't want to get anyone else sick." he said. That didn't change the fact that he seemed to have gotten paler and his posture wasn't getting any better.

By the time lunch got around Bakugo was seriously concerned. He tapped Izuku, "hey you." He said. Izuku didn't respond for a minute, "let's go to lunch." He croaked out. His throat sounded tight and his movements were stiff. It looked like if he moved the wrong way he might puke.

"No Izuku you look horrible." Bakugo said bluntly. "What do you mean?" Izuku asked shakily. He was so pale he looked green.

"You're shaking." Bakugo pointed out. Izuku didn't deny it, "okay so I'm not feeling gr-" he stopped mid sentence, growing more green, "I-" he began, but Bakugo was already pushing him towards the door down the hall and to the bathroom.

He pushed Izuku into a stall where he tried to deny himself, "Kacchan- just cause I feel nauseous doesn't mean I'm gonna throw up." He said, swallowing harshly. The thought of it was enough to make him gag.

"In this case it does. Theres no way you aren't going to." Bakugo said, kneeling next to him.

"People are gonna think we are making out in here." Izuku said quietly, just before he gagged. He quickly leaned over the toilet.

Bakugo rubbed his back, "you're okay. Don't panic. I know you hate being sick don't panic." He was surprisingly comforting.

"Shit." Izuku was mumbling.

Shit

Shit

Shit.

Fucking shit.

Izuku hated throwing up. He despised throwing up. He hated the nausea, he hated the sweat and the tears and the taste and the feel oh God he-