Minayama Sickfic!

Sparkle Boy is Sick?!

Not my art :)

When Mina walked into her first class, she knew something was wrong. Normally, she would see Yuga's smiling face staring at her from his spot near the door. Today, though, the boy's seat was completely vacant. Mina sat down, not thinking much of it, but his seat remained empty long after the bell had rung. She kept anxiously looking at the clock, picking her nails and tapping her foot. Eventually, she decided that she'd had enough. Her eyes wide, she raised her arm.

Aizawa took notice. "Yes, Ashido?" "May I please use the restroom?" She asked politely, and Aizawa gave her a small nod. The pink girl immediately got up from her seat and bolted out the door. However, she didn't walk toward the bathroom, rather she bolted down the hallway towards the boy's dorms. When she reached Aoyama's dorm, she was frantic and out of breath. She leaned against the wall for a bit before she knocked on the door.

"Aoyama? It's me, Ashido," There was no reply. She heard a cat meowing from the other side, then Aoyama's voice. "Quiet down, Celeste," he groaned from the other side of the door. She knocked again, harder. Still nothing. Carefully turning the doorknob, she realized it was unlocked. "Okay, I'm opening the door," she said, turning the doorknob. What she saw made her heart shatter.

Aoyama was laying on his bed, his eyes shut tight in pain. His uniform was drenched in sweat, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. His shaking knees were pulled up to his chest, his weak arms wrapped around his stomach. His cheeks were bright red, and his entire body was shaky and pale.

Mina noticed Aoyama's Persian cat, Celeste, sitting on the bed, before she jumped down and started rubbing against Mina's legs. Mina's unique eyes widened in shock as she rushed to the sick boy's side. Mina pulled his long hair away from his face, and his dull indigo eyes slowly opened.

"What are you doing here, mademoiselle?" He asked. To Mina, his voice sounded scratchy and weak. "Oh, baby...How long have you been like this?" She asked him, her hands stroking his cheeks. The blond boy began coughing. "Since this morning..," He moaned. Oh no, Mina thought. She slowly slipped her hand under the sick boy's shirt, cringing upon feeling the cloth peel off his skin. She slowly began rubbing gentle circles on his back, and Yuga's facial muscles began to relax. He then let out a yelp.

"What's wrong?" Mina asked him, noticing that both of his arms were tightening their grip on his stomach. "I'm okay, it just really hurts..." He explained. She continued to rub his back, stopping when the boy's stomach gave a suspicious lurch. As the color was sucked out of his face, he sat up and his cheeks puffed out. "Whoa...baby, are you okay?" Yuga shook his head, making matters worse. He pointed towards the open bathroom door, and Mina helped him walk towards the bathroom, having to dodge pillows and blankets strewn around the floor as she supported 90 percent of Yuga's body weight.

When they had made it to the bathroom, Mina took a seat on the edge of the bathtub as Aoyama sat on his knees, hunched over the toilet. The boy dry-heaved in vain for a few minutes, but nothing was happening. Mina knelt beside him, putting her hand on his distended stomach. She could feel his stomach tighten under her hand, and she couldn't help but cringe. She eventually felt his abdominal muscles contract, and along with it a puddle of sick splashed into the toilet. Mina continued to keep him calm, rubbing his back gently and pulling back his blonde fringe. The sick boy continued to vomit up the remains of his breakfast, bile dripping from his mouth and burning his throat.

Finally, he got a much-needed break. Mina gave him a wad of toilet paper, which he took and wiped his lips. He leaned against Mina's chest, feeling awfully dizzy and bloated. "Are you done?" She asked him, and the boy nodded. Mina then asked him,
"Can you walk?"
He shrugged, just that small movement spreading severe aches in his limbs. Before Mina could object, he slowly pulled himself to his feet, his weak knees shaking as he struggled to keep his balance. The room spun in circles around him.
Eventually, he couldn't take the dizziness, and his rubbery legs gave way beneath him. Mina caught him abruptly by his middle, and his stomach churned from the impact. Yuga could taste his own bile in his throat before Mina thrust him over her shoulder like a sack of rotting potatoes. Feeling the tingle of horrific whiplash traveling through him, he clung to Mina's shoulders.