Fever • TodoDeku

Chapter 11

Our new laundry detergent smells like my illegitimate aunt (ಠ_ಠ)
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"Fucking blood? You threw up fucking blood!?" Aizawa demanded, bounding down the sidewalk toward the two hurrying down the steps to meet him.

"Y-yes, I think so," panic shook Shouto's croaking voice as he struggled to even utter the words.

"Blood?!"

"B l o o d." Izuku emphasized, clutching his boyfriend's hand as tightly as humanly possible.

"In all my years... once," the teacher muttered. "Okay, okay, do you feel like you can walk all the way?"

"Ye-"

"No! No, no, no, respectfully sensei, absolutely not," For as much as Shouto wanted to argue, Midoriya was right, and he was glad his boyfriend's voice had taken over; his legs felt like jelly and his head was still reeling with ache, even if he tried he probably wouldn't be able to keep up.

Izuku hoisted his boyfriend up onto his back, piggyback style, taking a hasty pace alongside their teacher as they trailed toward the school.

"Alright, I told Recovery Girl and she's waiting in her office for us. I left he stove on with Shinso in charge of everything and Mic's not gonna be home till eight thirty, so I'm gonna have to bolt when we get there, okay?" Aizawa's serious voice was really bringing the situation down to earth, booming tone pounding, hammering, against Izuku's heart as he tired to simply process this fucking awful situation.

"Yessir,"

"Do you have your phone on you?"

"No," the boys said in unison.

"Fuck, okay, take mine and leave it with Recovery Girl when you go, I need you, listen to me, I need you to keep me updated, call and text Shinso's contact, okay?"

"Yessir," Izuku nodded dutifully, readjusting the heavy body on his back as the teacher fidgeted with a keyring struggling to find the right key in shallow light of the disappeared sun.

They weren't at the school yet, but still, Aizawa was getting everything ready to bust in the doors as quickly as humanly possible, pushing through the hovering frantics that this really might be something serious.

Jogging through the frigid November air, their foggy breaths cut through the night, a steady cloud pluming out against the deep, blueing sky. The looming school building glowed warmly ahead, few lights were on but each one blazed like a kind fire in a blinding blizzard.

Every step drew the three closer and closer, until finally, Aizawa was fussing with the lock. Ripping the key from the lock, the teacher flung the door open, holding it for his students to enter.

Reluctantly, after slight protest from Sho, Izuku let his boyfriend down off his back, insisting upon taking his hand for the rest of the way.

Aizawa waited alongside the two until they reached the school nurse's office, before shouting out a thanks, tossing Midoriya his phone, and hurrying back down the hallway.

The two entered hastily, Shouto motioned toward the cot, and his boyfriend pulling up a chair beside, still clutching his hand, almost more terrified when his tight grip was returned.

Silence plagued the room, tensions snapping through the air as the nurse prepared herself. Izuku immediately noticed when his boyfriend began to shiver in the frigid office, and without missing a beat, shed his hoodie and pulled it onto the sick boy, gently cupping Sho's jaw in his free hand.

"It'll be okay," he murmured, tracing his fingers against feverish skin, trying, desperately to convince himself of the words, blinking watering eyes that stared into equally misty ones, repeatedly whispering the words, failing to convince himself.
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"You are certainly lucky," Recovery Girl tisked, snapping off her gloves after twenty-five minutes of rigorous examination.

Both boys blew out breaths they'd been unconsciously holding, their intertwined hands loosening their grasp around each other, as Izuku pressed his forehand against his boyfriend's hand in utter relief.

"It's a small Miriam-Weiss tear," she announced, deciding to elaborate when met with two confused stares. "Basically, it's a tear in the lower esophageal tissue, usually caused by violent coughing or, in other cases, vomiting."

The two nodded in understanding, glancing at each other with different concerns in their eyes.

"Thankfully, I can handle it, so you'll be fine when you step out of my office. But the real issue is that your quirk has allowed this little virus or bug, or whatever you wish to call it, to harbor in the extra warmth and is doing you more detriment than most. Hence, the tear."

"Oh," a mix of worry and love crossed Izuku's face, as he gazed up to his lover from the chair propped up beside the hospital-style bed.

"One little smooch should patch that tear right up, but it probably won't get rid of that virus... unless you want to explode, that'd take care of everything," she muttered darkly, scribbling something down atop her favorite Sanrio clipboard.

"Please, no," Shouto said quietly, meeting the other boy's gaze, his brow painting concern, forming a look that read 'is she serious? Help! I can't tell'.

"She's kidding," the freckled boy assured, resting his free hand on Todoroki's shoulder and squeezing it softly.

"Hand?" the nurse reached out her own, applying a peachy chapstick that she quite liked.

The teen obliged, offering his hand for her to kiss, like a prince, except not. As usual she gave a big kiss to the spot, her quirk immediately taking its effects, sending a wave of warmth up his arm in a way that felt as if fresh energy was rushing up his veins dissipating at the shoulder.

"There ya go, I'm gonna go grab that medicine, be right back," Recovery Girl said, hopping off her swivel chair and ducking into the little storage area in the back.

"How do you feel?" Izuku asked once she'd left, gently moving onto the bed's edge.

"Um, th-the same," the sick boy's answer was hesitant, but he was glad to at least be back at square one.

"Oh, baby," kissing his cheek, Midoriya stroked his boyfriend's face, heartbroken to see him so worn down.

"Mm, a little better," A small smile managed to break Shouto's cracked lips at the peck, exhausted but grateful.

"A little better?" Planting another little kiss, this time on the tip of Sho's nose, he offered a gentle smile, one that grew sweetly when the boy flushed bright red and buried his face in his boyfriend's chest.

Peppering him with kisses, Izuku gladly watched his boyfriend wriggle around, blushing madly in the storm of kisses, more spritely than ever.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I love youuu," kissing on Shouto's scar, he adored the raspy giggle coming from his boyfriend, feeling all the anxieties, rush out of his body like a deeply cleansing breath. "And I will have you know, that you scared the actual living hell out of me,"

"I know,"

"Please don't ever do that again,"

"I'll try," rolling emerald eyes, Midorya adorned one more kiss upon his boyfriend, this one right on the lips, filled with gratitude that he was going to be just fine.

"Oh," Recovery Girl returned, pausing when she caught the two cuddling. "I didn't know you two were dating?"

"Huh- oh, oh, yeah,"

"Cute. Anyway, I got some Tylenol and definitely recommend you take it for that fever, get it down as much as possible, okay? And make sure to drink plenty of fluids, dehydration is your worst enemy," she advised, putting a little cherry blossom sticker on the Tylenol cap before handing it to Izuku.

"Thank you,"

"It's my job. But you are welcome. Now, call Aizawa before he dies of anticipation."

"Yes ma'am," taking out their teacher's phone the couple took a cute, silly, selfie and sent it to the appropriate contact, the photo captioned captioned, 'He lived bitch....'

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