mha sick fics (angst)

marching band (tododeku)

(currently coping bc it's been like 3 morning practices in a row in which some random band kid has thrown up, as a guard kid with emetephobia please oh my god what why why why)

Afternoon practice on the grid*, 5 in the evening, 102 degrees out, relentless reps. Izuku was not doing well. The snack he had before practice felt halfway up his throat along with all the water he had drank during breaks.

(*Marching band practice area. A mock football field with "dots" like a grid. See cover photo)

"what would you do if I threw up right now?" Izuku whispered to Denki, holding his instrument in front of him as the band director gave instructions from the tower overlooking the grid.

"That would be disgusting." Denki whispered back lightheartedly, seeing Izuku's pale face and sweaty hair, he wasn't so sure it was just a joking comment.

"Set."

Everyone raised their instruments to their mouths and prepared to play. Izuku touched his trumpet to his lips, feeling nausea tug at his throat. As the metronome clicked them off he began to move and play.

Halfway through the rep he gagged into his mouthpiece. He pulled his trumpet away as vomit fell over his lips. He pushed his upper body over about 90 degrees and ran to the grass. He finished with a disgusting heave. There was a trail of vomit across the pavement on his way to the grass.

He stayed there as the rep finished and one of the feild staff, specifically midnight, made her way down. He was hanging over his knees, unsure of what to do next. The nausea was still there, but barely a tickle compared to before.

"You okay there?" She asked. She was the one who usually helped out with the clarinets.

He wiped his sweaty hair out of his face as he stood back up. A wave of dizziness hit him.

"Yeah, I think so." He said nervously.

"Can you get back in?" Midnight asked.

"I guess." He said, waiting for the reset to get in next rep.

He ran back as everyone reset to their previous spot.

"Jesus dude you okay?" Denki asked nervously, "I didn't think you'd actually throw up."

Izuku just shook his head, his whole body was shaking, "I actually don't feel good." He said nervously. He was still pale.

"If you need to sit out you should, if you passed out mid rep that would be bad." Todoroki said next to him, holding a well cared for clarinet. A thin sheen of sweat glistened under the hot summer heat on his forehead.

"First thing she asked me was if I could get back in, I don't think they'll let me sit out." Izuku said nervously, raising his trumpet again as the drum major yelled, "set!"

They went on again.
And again.
And again.

Eventually it got so bad that Todoroki waved someone down, "can he sit out? He seriously isn't doing well."

Midnight looked to Izuku. He was pale, sweaty, sick looking.

"If you feel the need to sit out you can, but only if you really have to. I think you're fine." She said, "just push through it, the only way to get stronger is push through the uncomfortable moments. You got it, kid."

Izuku just nodded. Todoroki stared at her as she moved away. He was in disbelief.

"Shoto, if I throw up in this next rep I'm sorry." He whispered.

"It's okay just try your best.."  Shoto said nervously.

"Set."

Izuku raised his instrument to his mouth, never connecting his lips with his mouthpiece, too nauseous to play. He tried to focus on his technique, but he was so tired. The world was spinning.