Fever • TodoDeku

Chapter 2

Boi
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Tossing and turning in sweat-soaked sheets, sleep evaded Shouto after mere minutes of rest. Utterly worse by the moment, he lay awake, horribly exhausted, a new headache searing behind the pair of eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling in attempt to bypass growing nausea.

Slipping in and out of slumber, hours drifted away as the sun slowly crept out of the inky darkness, infusing the sky with lusciously vibrant colors. The night had quickly faded. Reminded by the blaring alarm, belting its song atop the nightstand.

Throwing aching legs onto the floor, he let out a small groan, contemplating what to do about this newfound problem.

In complete disregard for his well-being, foggy brained logic concluded his best bet was to just get ready for a very long day of school. Or, to quote Elsa, 'Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know,'.

Standing rigidly, the teen could feel his head swirl, unsteady legs struggling to hold the mass that his swaying self was. It seemed as if the whole day was going to be a struggle.

Sloppily pulling on his uniform, a brief glance, the bathroom mirror reflected the disheartening figure that stared back; sullen, disheveled, sickly, an accurate display to say the least. Still, with his current state it was a miracle to be looking even half decent.

On the way out, Shouto stumbled slightly, cursing under his breath, he leaned on the doorframe to stabilize himself, bleary eyes straining to focus. Cursing once more, he adjusted his posture, clutching the phone tighter between sweaty palms.

Downstairs, the normal functions of a school morning had arisen. Bowls of cereal, oatmeal, cream of wheat, and a variety of other breakfasts had scattered about the commons, each attached to its owner. Friends differed in a similar way, half rushing around in frantics, while the other half lay sprawled out, completely unbothered.

"Heyyy, g'mornin'  love," a groggy voice sang as the sweet face of Shouto's boyfriend appeared right before his own, a gentle hand brushing bangs back, pressing little kiss onto his feverish forehead.

"Oh hi-"

"Hey," letting the bangs fall back into place, the hand hurried to assess the striking warmth of his lover's forehead. "Are you okay? You feel warm," whispering as to not cause a scene, Midoriya worriedly gazed into the averted eyes trying to deny the question.

"It's just, just, my quirk acting up... I guess."

"Really? 'Cause I know there's that thing going around-"

"I promise, I'm fine." Nuzzling into the hands cupped around his crimson cheeks, he tried his best to show reassuring affection, pushing any anxieties of prying eyes to the back of his mind.

"Alright, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know." Receiving one last kiss, the bashful, sickly teen, watched on as his lover sauntered away, off to finish his morning routine. Even if he wasn't that good at showing it, Shouto loved his boyfriend.

Later, in spite of how he felt, he took the remaining morning to finish what was left of yesterdays homework, and watch whatever cartoon was on. After all, grades weren't going to wait for the excuse of illness.

Neither was the school day. Which, to put it simply, was absolutely horrible.

Throughout the morning each and every thing, sound, or sight stabbed the hurricane of a headache seething in his head. A pain that, when coupled with the aching muscles, dizziness, cold sweat, shaking, and nausea, was almost impossible to deal with quietly.