mha sick fics (angst)

Shinso gets sick (dadzawa +mic lol)

(a request)

(I've decided I'm doing a family thing we're Shinso is Aizawa's adopted son.

This is also mic being a good dad)

Shinso woke up at 4am, his stomach was twisting and churning, like a washing machine. He felt sick.

His thoughts were racing and he was sweaty. He didn't know what to do. He considered going to wake up Aizawa and let him figure out how to make him feel better, but his stomach cramped first.

Excruciatingly.

It demanded the bathroom. So he went and sat on the toilet. His body trembled under chills and he felt an ever increasing nausea as his stomach cramped and discarded it's contents downward.

He closed his eyes, trying to will away the nausea. It didn't work. He could feel it in his throat. He cleaned himself up, flushed the toilet, and then knelt in front of it.

He gripped the toilet seat and leaned there, breathing from his mouth, drool pooling under his tongue. Then the first gag came. He felt his stomach cramp as it happened. He was dripping in sweat, all he could hear was his own breathing.

He blinked, trying to keep breathing as he waited for it to happen. It's like he was keeping his body running manually.

He gagged again, coughing over the toilet. Bile came dripping over his lips. He shut his eyes tight, then opened them. He was so nauseous he felt like he was choking.

Then he vomited.

It tasted sick. The whole bathroom smelled sour. The sound of his illness on the water in the toilet was sickening. He felt the need to throw up again.

He choked up a pitiful gag, producing an awful, dry retching noise. He coughed after, gagged, and threw up again.

He wiped his mouth afterwards, sitting back, trying to catch his breath.

He stood up and flushed the toilet. When he saw himself in the mirror, he realized how much of a wreck he looked like. His face was paler than he'd ever seen it, his skin was clammy and cold, and his face was wet with tears.

He found himself in front of his dads' bedroom door. His stomach was churning again. He knocked on their door and waited in tense silence.

It took a minute for anyone to come. He almost just left it alone, but then Aizawa showed up.

"Hitoshi? What are you doing up? it's 4:30 in the morning." Aizawa said.

"I threw up." He said. He felt like a little kid, standing in his parents doorway, clueless on how to help himself.

Aizawa sighed, "okay bud, let's go get you a bottle of water and a ginger ale."

Shinso moved a hand to his stomach, "I need to go to the bathroom."

Aizawa could hear his stomach gurgle in discontent.

"I'll go grab those for you." Aizawa said as Shinso quickly walked away. When Aizawa came back, Shinso was shut in the bathroom. He knocked on the door, "how do you feel?"

"Not good. my stomach isn't doing its job right. It's not digesting my food it's just shoving it all through my intestines and out of my body." Shinso said.

"Ew. I have your water and ginger ale." Aizawa responded. Shinso didn't say anything back.

Aizawa heard the toilet flush.

"Can I come in?" Aizawa asked. He heard a somewhat coherent yes noise from Shinso. When he went in he found Shinso hunched over the toilet.

Aizawa sat down next to him and held his mop of unruly purple hair away from his face. He took to rubbing Shinso's back as his stomach forced up dry gags.