Fever • TodoDeku

Chapter 8

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"I know Sho, but it's too high," His boyfriend sighed, running a grey washcloth under the cold bathroom tap.

The sick boy groaned from the other room, protesting the cool-down he was unwillingly going to get. After being abruptly woken, and the having all his blankets stolen, Shouto was not feeling particularly cheery.

He was propped up against a mound of pillows, gingerly sipping a gatorade and putting up as much of a pout as someone so utterly deadpan could.

Tugging at disheveled pajamas, a black t-shirt with a rainbow stripe and black sweatpants, he pulled his knees to his chest, watching on childishly as his boyfriend rounded the doorway with the washcloth. The bed's edge dipped as Izuku sat, scooting closer to the sick boy recoiling from the washcloth getting closer to his face.

"Ah, ah, ah, come back here," he murmured sweetly, almost if to a dog with some suspicious item in its mouth.

Reluctantly, Shouto obliged, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching his nose as the cool towel pressed against his forehead. Straining not to wriggle around, both for the sake of his sudden headache and a little for Izuku's sake, he fidgeted with the blankets, feeling mildly frustrated with the towel's icy touch.

Though, after a moment the washcloth actually began to feel okay and he began to lean into it. Slowly he crumpled into Izuku's body, kicking off blankets as he snuggled down, feeling a mild peace.

"I told you," the grenette teased, gently booping Sho's nose with the cloth, getting a little agreeable grumble out of the boy. "Now, could you please drink some water?"

Nodding a bit, he took a sip from the blue, starry, water bottle that'd been clutched in his arms, wincing at the throb of his stuffy head.

Noticing, Izuku gave a gentle reminder to slow down and  just take it easy rather than agitate his headache or stomach.

The rest of the day was fine. Sho ended up taking a three hour nap, one that left him quite disoriented afterward. Thankfully, he woke just in time for dinner, prepared by none other than Bakugo and his tag-along redhead. It was a general knowledge that if those two–well more the blond, Kirishima just kept him company, when they were cooking, it was going to be good.

Actually, once he'd adjusted, a bowl of hot miso soup sounded great, though the effort entailed did not. Despite that, Izuku managed to convince him downstairs, dramatically lifting him out of bed, bridal style, dropping him once the reached the door.

Even droopy and sick, Sho managed a raspy laugh as his feet touched back down on the carpet, gliding out boyfriend's arms.

They took to a slow pace down the hall, chatting lightly about little matters of nothing as the bustling noise of the commons growing closer with every step. The stairs took a moment, but eventually they reached the commons.

Downstairs, their classmates seemed to be in a debate over something, which after a moment of listening, turned out to be whether or not unicorns should wear horseshoes, yet another of their stupidest arguments.

"What you're implying is that unicorns– in this situation, have been domesticated, and therefore," Tokoyami trailed off from his frustrated argument as he noticed the two enter.

"Oh, hey dudes!" Kaminari burst out, before anyone else could open their mouth, hopping off the countertop to greet them. "Where've you two been?"

"Oh my god," Shoji murmured, pinching his nose and promptly leaving the conversation.

"We told you six fucking times," Ochako cursed, giving him a very specific annoyed/exasperated look.

"No you didn-" Denki began, cut off by a 'stop' gesture from Midoriya.

"It's fine," he laughed, tugging Shouto's hand in a failed attempt to lure him out from his shadow. "We're just here for a little dinner,"

With that, the unicorn/horseshoes conversation resumed. When attention fell off the boys, they joined up with Ojiro and Tsuyu, who were relaxing on the couch, avoiding the debate. The two eagerly greeted them, Tsu patting the couch, welcoming them to sit.

There was only around five minutes until dinner would be ready and honestly Todoroki was glad to sit for a moment and just lean quietly on his boyfriend's shoulder.

The food, it actually smelled good. Since Tuesday night, anything food-related had made his stomach churn, but the light scent of Miso broth was just enough to fix a slight appetite.

Once Kirishima set the huge pot of miso ramen on the table, his class immediately flocked to the table, running through a quick thanks before digging in.

Sho was the last to the table, as much as he didn't want to admit, his head was absolutely killing him. His boyfriend helped fill a bowl with only broth, carefully placing it in front of him adding a little kiss on his cheek.

Dinner was actually lovely.

The warm soup both satisfied his hunger and soothed his aching throat, (a discomfort he was withholding from his boyfriend's vast, burdening, worries). He listened on to conversations of that day's activities, funny moments and an extremely boring science class, taking small soup-sips ever so often.

He even managed to help a bit with clean up before his head got the best of him. Of course, by then, Izuku insisted it was time to head back upstairs for the night, grabbing a blue folder on the way.

Somehow, even after that nap, Shouto was absolutely exhausted, though not in a sleepy way, he really just wanted to watch tv and lay down. Which, was exactly what he did.

His boyfriend, much to his dismay, had other plans. As it turned out, that blue folder was filled with homework, collected by friends to help keep them in the loop. And, though he wanted to be coddled and snuggled, Izuku had other things to do and he respected that over his own little desires.

Again, he put on Scooby-Doo, a show too mindlessly entertaining for what it was. Halfway through the first episode, he heard a grunt of defeat, followed by a little 'I'm too tired for this,' that quickly took his attention.

His wish was granted. Defeated by the combination of minimal brainpower and imposingly long quadratic functions, Izuku had given in and traipsed back to the bed.

"You're back," Shouto murmured happily, weakly hugging his boyfriend's waist.

"Yeah, I gave up," the freckled boy snorted, stroking the shaky arms wrapped around him.

Burrowing beneath the covers, they held each other close, equally comforted and calmed by the warm embrace. It was only eight o'clock but each were worn out, even Todo.

Later that evening, as Izuku leaned forward to click the next episode, he began to notice his boyfriend shifting in discomfort beside him. For a moment, he tried to brush it off, but when he leaned back into the pillows and his arm brushed against hot skin covered in sheen of sweat, his breath hitched.

"Are you alright?"

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