Fever • TodoDeku

Chapter 4

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Izuku watched on with concern as Shouto hurried off from the conversation.

He looked awful, in a way that, concerningly, the teen had never seen before.

Something was wrong. Ever instinct screamed that message, as loud as possible. The kind of feeling you get, especially with someone you love.

Giving a glance at Aizawa, he sought some kind of confirmation that he wasn't the only one who saw or was worried about that.

The teacher's dark eyes fell off his student's trail, immediately meeting with the the grenette's troubled gaze.

"Go on," Aizawa insisted quietly, nudging his head in Shouto's direction. With an affirmative nod, he lifted Eri off his lap; she didn't seem to care about the displacement and kept talking about her favorite dinosaur.

Following his boyfriend's trail, Izuku ducked into the short hallway, finding the rout leading to the bathroom door.

For all he knew, everything was fine, but in his gut, in the deepest parts of his mind, a feeling lingered, a feeling that screeched against logic that something was wrong.

Knocking softly on the door, he took a deep breath and pushed it open.

The walls echoed with the noise of thick, heavy breaths, sending shivers down his spine. Slowly stepping into the bathroom, his eyes immediately drew toward the only partially closed stall, where the crumpled outline of a shaking boy sat on its floor.

"Shouto?" Izuku called out, worry potent in his tone, as he made his presence known. "Is everything okay?"

Approaching the stall door, he reached out to knock, only to find it creak open upon his light touch.

Slumped against the wall, Shouto's watery eyes dodged the panicked face rushing to his side, unsteady breaths quickening despite his obvious efforts to silence himself.

"Hey, hey, baby, oh my gosh," Midoriya's gentle hands cradled his boyfriend's feverish face, finally catching his mismatched eyes.  Kind hands gently caressed warm, pink cheeks, hoping to calm down the sickly boy, only becoming worked up. "Shouto, baby, breath. Just breathe. Did, did you throw up?"

"I, I'm sorry, I jus-, I, I didn't," shaky hands reached for his mouth, the poor boy a stuttering mess. This stuttering honestly scared his boyfriend, who'd only seen him misspeak once during their relationship, over asking for a kiss.

"Shouto, Shouto, Look at me," offering a supportive smile, Izuku brushed sweaty bangs away from the woeful eyes staring up at him. "It's okay. Baby, look at you. You're sick, it happens to everyone. You've done everything you can, your body is tired, you need rest, okay? Babe?"

Sniffling sheepishly, Shouto gave a remorseful half-smile and buried his face into the shirt of his boyfriend.

"I feel like shit," he mumbled, nuzzling into Izuku's embrace.

"I know baby," planting a kiss onto the bed of red and white hair, the freckled boy couldn't help but savor the intimate, vulnerable, moment.

The two sat there for moment, gentle silence blanketing them in temporary calming.

"You should get some rest." Shouto pulled out of the hug, and Izuku pressed another comforting kiss onto his forehead. "You're burning up,"

"That's normal." The sick boy murmured, lighting a weak flame, in the palm of his hand.

"C'mon, before you light something on fire." Plopping another kiss onto his love, the grenette helped him up, eager to get this sweet boy some rest.

Finally, Shouto seemed to give in, accepting that he was, in fact, sick and there was nothing he could do about it, or the care he was about to receive.

Leaning his weight on the shorter boy, Sho appreciated the slow pace on the way out, exhaustion far too potent to acknowledge the fretted lectures of his boyfriend, insisting he was going to have a heart attack. He could only muster a partial smile at the worried rant, as the two emerged into the hallway.

Among the commons, life had continued without them. A second round of uno had ensued, with a few more players than before and slightly higher tensions, and dinner was a bit closer to serving, but otherwise everything was fine.

"I'll collect our blankets, and then we can head up and get you some rest, alright?" Offering a small consulate hand squeeze, he attempted to break hands to grab their things, but instead the sick boy just tagged along slowly behind him, suddenly clingy and unwilling to let go.

As they approached the group, eyes fell to the two, curiosities undoubtedly arising.

"Ayyy, where've you two been?" Kirishima asked, inviting them back to the game.

"Ya know, off," Izuku mused cleverly, throwing Aizawa a telling look. "Hey, so, I think we're gonna, turn in for now-"

"Aw, really? It's only seven?!" Kaminari whined, giving a small pout.

"Yeah! 'S only seven!" Eri protested, crawling out from under the couch and clinging to his leg.

"I know, I know," crouching down, the freckled boy cupped his hands around his mouth, inviting her in for a secret. Lowering his voice to a near silent whisper, she excitedly leaned in. "Promise not to tell?" Of course she would, but he figured the sick boy would like it better if it wasn't announced to the whole room.

"I prombise!" She whispered back.

"Shouto's not feeling well," putting a finger to his lip for the girl's secrecy, smiled widely as she gave a firm dutiful nod.

Then, she marched over to the taller boy, and gave his knees a tight hug.

Mildly surprised, Shouto turned to his boyfriend for some kind of explanation. With a little laugh, Midoriya rose back to his feet, grabbing two blankets off the couch, he returned to his boyfriend's side, waiting for the girl to finish her hug.

"Seriously why!?-" Kaminari pleaded, interrupted by a sharp elbow to the side by Shinso, who'd been sitting beside him, intently focused on his uno hand and blowing his nose.

"You have no manners you ass." Shinso sighed, getting an annoyed look from his father about the swearing.

"Neither do you, ass." The teacher rolled his eyes and flashing him a stern look.

Stifling laughter, Izuku brushed a bit of hair off his boyfriend's feverish forehead, knowing the poor boy was probably drained by now.

"Alright, alright, goodnight guys," the teen sighed, shaking his head adoringly at his classmates, before instigating their move upstairs.

"Goodnight," Shouto offered, though, his voice horribly raspy and dry, stopping from saying anything further.

The two waved a bit and promptly made their way to the elevator.

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